HATE Sex

First I nod, then, it hits me that he can’t see me. “Mmmhmm.” My fingers pick up their pace.

His breathing is rough to say the least. “Say that again.”

“Mmmhmm.” I moan.

“Fuck, yeah, I’d give anything to feel my dick down your throat when you moan like that. I’d ram that fucker as far as you could swallow.” My breasts ache, and my nipples feel like they have an electrical current racing through them. It’s too much; all of it is too much. “I wonder how much of me you could take before you start gagging?” My head is telling me that I shouldn’t like his filthy talk or his practically degrading imagination but…but every fucking word out of his stupid mouth is bringing me closer and closer to climaxing. “I want to hear you, Skye.”

Hear me? “‘Kay.” He has to be hearing me panting like a bitch in heat when I can hear his every breath. I can hear the slap, slap, slap of his hand on his cock, and it drives me wild. Knowing he’s jacking off to me, my voice, and imagining my body in his head while he does it, gives me this newfound confidence to push him for a little more—

“I want to hear you. Put the phone down by that wet snatch. I wa

I was seconds away from shying away from him, pulling away, but there is no way of stopping this freight train now if I wanted.

“Skye? Skye!” I hear my name, but it takes me a second before I realize it is Jaden on the phone. I can hardly breathe, and I’m so close to coming that I almost ignore him, but for some god-forsaken reason, I can’t ignore this man if I tried.

Picking up the phone. “Yeah?” My fingers never slow and my eyes never open.

“I want to hear you when you come.” The sound of him jacking-off turns me on beyond belief. In my head, I can see it—I can see it all: Jaden’s hand working his cock in fast, hard strokes. “Come, Skye—fucking come…let me hear it.”

And just like he ordered, I lose it. I climax so hard all I can do is gasp for breath as wave after wave leaves my body a shuddering mess. Without even realizing it, I moan into the phone just before it falls to my chest. Lost in that euphoric post orgasm haze, my pussy contracts over and over again when I hear him groan through the air.

Picking the phone back up, I listen to every sound, every grunt, every labored breath as Jaden comes with my name on his lips. Sweet Jesus, when he says my name, I come again. “Oh fuck!” I’ve never done that before. Of course, it’s nowhere near as consuming as the first, but I want to experience it again and again.

**Jaden**

I came so fucking hard that my body began to cramp. Being a personal trainer, it makes me laugh because I think of how I should’ve stretched before my workout. Stupid. Never had jerking off been considered a workout, but fuck if I’m not sweating, and my heart rate is through the fucking roof.

When I heard how wet she was, I almost blew on the spot, but I wanted to hear her come; I needed to hear every second of her orgasm. For such a spunky shit, Skye held nothing back when she came. Jesus, I’m getting hard again just thinking of how she must be in the sack. A wildcat that’s for freakin’ sure. Now more than ever, I wa

One phone call isn’t go

Neither of us has said a word since we came. I can hear her trying to regain her breath, and no doubt, she’s hearing the same from me. The blood pounding through my ears is easing, but I’m not even sure what I want to say now. “Skye?” For a second, I think she might just hang up.

“I’m here.” Her reply is low and throaty and I picture her lying on her bed. Her skin is flushed and on fire, and I’d put money on it that she’d curl into a man’s body all soft and plush as she reveled in a daze.

Now or never. “We need to fuck.” Okay, not put very eloquently, but it’s the truth, and I don’t beat around the bush.

“Why?”

Is she serious? Why? “Were you not just here? I came so fucking hard, I shot three feet in the air. Sweetheart, that means something—”

“Means what exactly?”

Sighing, I decide straight up truth. “It means that if we fuck, it’d be off the charts. I want that, and I’m not sure how you couldn’t want that.” It’s the truth, right? She knows the ball’s in her court but I also know that if she says no, I’m not just go

I know women, and I know right now she’s got a battle going on. “Skye, don’t overthink it. Fucking isn’t supposed to be dissected; it’s supposed to be fast and fun and…plain old hot.” For a second, I stop and think about her moaning as she came. “Those moans weren’t faked, that orgasm was real, and you did it with me. You can hate me all you want, but do it after we fuck.”

When she hums my dick begins to twitch. “Is that an agreement hum or are you just trying to get me rock hard again?” And then? Then, she giggles—a completely girly giggle, and hell if I don’t smile. It’s so unlike the woman I met. I don’t want to like her. Really, there’s no need to like her to wa

“This was fun but—”

“Fun? This was fun? Are you fucking kidding me right now, Skye?” Fun? Seriously? Waiting for her to answer, I almost throw my phone when I hear her hang up. She just hung up on me.

This is far from over but right now I’m too pissed to even call her back.

Chapter Eight

**Rhett**

Like a schmuck, I didn’t even call her. Shit came up this week with my brother, and I kept thinking I’d call her soon. Well, soon enough and it has been days. Never fails—never fucking fails. Ryan’s been screwing up my whole life, yet, I swear one of these days, he’s go

With Mom gone now and Dad dying of liver failure, I’m all that Ryan has. We should be able to lean on each other, but that’s just not possible. It’s hard to lean on someone who can hardly stand on his own, isn’t it? Three months ago, Ry had been clean and sober. Stint numero quatro in rehab had seemed to be working, and all I could do was pray that this time it stuck.

It didn’t. Exactly twenty-three days ago, I was hit with the reality that he hadn’t only had a drink, but had downed a whole bottle of Wild Turkey. That night I spent with him beside the goddamn bathtub just to make sure he didn’t choke on his own vomit.