Hateful Love (King of Aces #1)

by T. Ashleigh

The thought of having Silas’ cock anywhere near my ass does make me nervous but something inside me bubbles at the thought of being on my hands and knees for him. I don’t think I’m ready for that though, despite how much I’m enjoying what we’re doing right now. But if he keeps fucking us at this torturously slow pace, I don’t think I’d be above begging to come.

“Silas, fuck. Faster.” When he lets go of us, I hate the way I whine at the loss. I go to reach for him, but he slaps my hands away. “I wan...

I’m still marveled by the fact he’s uncut, making his cock look like a present ready to be unwrapped. I wonder if he’s just trying to torture me some more, but then he steps forward, pressing our heads together, and I’m about to ask what he’s going to do until—with a flick of his thumb—he drags his foreskin over the head of my cock. Holy motherfucking Jesus Christ.

“Si!” I cry out, arching my back as he begins to fuck me in earnest. The skin stretches over the tip of my cock and wraps it in a delicious heat. I’m engulfed in Silas, a part of him, and that threatens to send me over the edge. “Yeah?” he questions, but his voice is strained like this is affecting him just as much as it’s affecting me. “You like?”

“I fucking...

I brush my lips against his neck, flicking my tongue out to tease the dark freckle on his throat. “Where— Fuck— Where did you learn this?” “Porn,” he mumbles, tightening his grip before fucking me faster. “I can’t wait for yo...

Jesus fucking Christ, his filthy mouth is going to be my undoing—well...

I nod, still sucking on his skin, sure to leave a mark. A wicked part of me doesn’t give a shit if he’ll be upset with the hickey I’m giving him—fuck that—because I know I’ll get a...

Our dirty secret. Our time spent in the dark. Our lustful lie. “I’m close,” he grunts, and I can feel his ragged breaths against ...

It’s the feel of his hot cum coating me that sends me into a spiral. I erupt, letting out a shout so loud that I’...

Silas gently pulls his cock back, and we watch together as our cum drips out of him and onto the hood of the car. It’s so fucking erotic—so mind-bogglingly hot—that I kiss him. He takes his cum-covered fingers, rubbing them against my lips until I open up and suck them into my mouth. My eyes roll to the back of my head as I taste both of us, our combined release ...

“...

“What?” “What happened in there?” he asks, cocking his head to the side. “I wanna know.”

“Sometimes…” His brows furrow as he looks me over. “Sometimes, what?”

“Sometimes I just get so… angry. I don’t know. It’s like everything inside me starts to twist until it’s just ugly and hateful. I know it makes me a bad person⁠—”

“It don’t,” he interjects quickly, placing both hands on either side of my hips, caging me in. “It makes you human.”

Silas, and I’m an even bigger prick for thinking he didn’t possess enough awareness to be so insightful. His words strike me, however, because the more time I spend with him, the more true those words sound.

“Come on,” he says, squeezing my hip lightly as he takes a step back. “We gotta get goin’. Gotta check in with the guys and let them know what happened.”

he snags my hand, pulling me to him and surprising me with one last lingering kiss to my lips. “What you did in there… thank you.”

I can’t help but smile widely, beaming at him as I blush, knowing good and well I’d do it again. “No problem.” One last kiss turns into multiple kisses, which turns into us dry humping in the back seat of his car, where I become lost in him

again. I saw another side of him today—something I never expected to see—and it’s shocking. ...

Trying not to stab Kent’s eye out with my spork. The guy drives me up the wall.

Now, that’s not nice. I thought he was your friend?

Friend? Hardly. I like you more than I do him and that’s saying something.

Aw, sugar lips, you don’t like me? I’m devastated.

We’re doing pet names now? Should I come up with one for you too?

If I said yes, what would you choose?

Hmm… that’s tough. You don’t look like a sweetheart or a love.

Thank fuck for that.

You do look like a fanboy though. What if I called you Blaine’s boy? Has a nice ring to it. Could even get it on a T-shirt.

Oh, that’s actually not a bad idea.

I should give you my spare jersey, that’s basically the same thing.

I wish I didn’t have a game later. I want to see you.

Me too.

I’ll be at your game later.

Are you serious?

Holy fuck! You need my jersey!

Will you wear it for me?

Damn, that mental image is hot. You horny as fuck in nothing but my clothes.

Yeah, I need that to happen at some point.

I read the messages, eyes bulging from my head the further down the rabbit hole he goes. I didn’t know it was possible to be so horny all the time, but Blaine is like an undercover sex addict.

I’m not too sure, but all I know is, watching him stride across the field in his uniform is making me feel all sorts of things down south. Damn those football pants for making his ass look so nice. I hold back a groan, thinking about how he left his jersey in my car for me to find after school. I about had a coronary right there in the parking lot when I saw it sitting in my driver’s seat. I don’t think I’ve ever moved so fast in my life as I did when I tucked it under my seat before anyone could see it. Fuck’s sake, I thought Blaine was kidding about the whole jersey thing. I never expected him to actually do it.

don’t give a fuck if it is a game, I don’t like people messing with what’s mine. What the fuck? Blaine isn’t mine. He’s not my anything.

At some point, the asshole shoots me a finger gun kiss, and it’s the corniest thing I’ve ever seen anyone do. He’s such a dork but the crowd is eating it up, cheering as if he did that move for them. It makes my insides burn. If only they knew that was meant for me alone. I doubt they’d be cheering so loudly then.

“You’re lucky tonight is an important night for my son and I can’t deal with you any longer, or we’d be having a very different conversation.”

don’t want to see you at one of these events again, do you understand? You are banned from school-related activities from here on out.”

Tonight only cemented all the reasons that we’re meant to stay fuck-bud-emies, which is good because I was starting to lose sight of that.

Here I was, confusing sex with feelings and shit.

can’t believe he came. After everything that happened last week, I’m noticing a slow shift in our dynamic. Don’t get me wrong, we still have our moments and fuck with each other constantly, but it’s different now. The hate he used to exude for me and the dislike I felt for him has started to change.

don’t want to admit that it does stupid things to my heart, my chest filling with warmth and my stomach filling with… I don’t want to say butterflies but that’s what it feels like. This is all so unexpected.