Like You Hate Me (Hawthorne University #1)

by Bethany Winters

“Mine,” I whisper into his neck. “All fucking mine now.” “Jesus Christ, Nate,” he whimpers my name, curling his fingers around the sheet. “What?” “Nothing, I just…I never thought this would happen,” he admits. “Not in a million years.” “But you wanted it to,” I point out, remembering all the times I caught him staring at me while he’d be hanging out at my house, the looks he’d give me when I passed him in the halls at school. “You’ve always wanted this, haven’t you, party boy?”

“Is it better than you thought it’d be?” “Yes.” “Better than my best friend?” I ask, my lip curling with a snarl as I rock into him faster. “Yes,” he rushes out, his voice strangled. “So much better.” “Good boy.”

Another glare, his breath quickening with a mixture of sorrow and anger. “I hate you.” I chuckle and press my lips to his, smirking when he locks his jaw and turns his head away from me. I release his hands and grab his face, pulling him right back. “Kiss me back or I’ll make it worse.”

“Oh my God,” he chokes out. “Shit, Nate.” “I know,” I say softly, watching his body move as he grinds his ass up, fucking me back. “Fuck. Keep going just like that. You look so hot like this, baby.”

He blinks and stares at me for a second, then he grabs my face and kisses me like he’s starving for me.

“You’re an asshole, you know that?” I call after him, watching his back as he walks away from me. “I can’t get you out of my head!”

When I find the courage to look at him through the gap in my fingers, I find him grinning at me over his shoulder as he pulls his jacket on and follows Frankie outside. Looks like in my head is exactly where he wants to be.

If I find out he’s been sneaking out of my house to fuck someone else, I’m gonna choke him until he pukes.

His hair’s a little longer on top than it was a couple years ago, and I hope he doesn’t get it cut any time soon. More to hold on to next time I’m sucking his neck and riding his ass from behind. A light laugh leaves me, and I shake my head, dropping it back against the seat with a soft thud. And here I was trying to convince myself and Frankie that it’s never happening again. I’m so full of shit.

“Are you really mad because you feel like I betrayed you and Katy by fucking the enemy?” He tilts his head, bouncing his eyes between mine. “Nah,” he whispers before I can say anything, answering the question for me. “You wouldn’t have fucked him yourself if that was the reason. You’re just jealous I had him first.”

“You never had him, Carter.” I lean over to crowd his space, digging my thumbs into his throat. “He was never yours.” “Does your boy get hard for you when you throw him around like this?” he asks as if I never spoke, taking my left hand to move it down to his dick over his sweats. “I do. You’re so hot when you lose your shit.”

Taking Xavi’s waist with one hand, I lift the other one to lower his hood, but he snatches his head away before I can do it, not letting me touch him. Brat.

Yeah. He can be pissed all he wants. He’s still mine.

“What? He offered,” he rasps, putting his hands behind his back to feel for my cock. Finding it hard and ready for him, he wraps his fingers around the base through my sweats, squeezing it and making me jerk. “This is mine, yeah?”

He tries to keep his mouth shut, but it doesn’t work. This is the first time I’ve given him any attention in days, and I think he likes it, craves it just as much as I do.

Rolling his eyes, he opens his mouth and sticks his tongue out, showing me the new piercing there. My lips part, and I feel my dick getting even harder, my eyes darkening as I examine the little silver ball. “That’s hot,” Carter says, and we turn our heads to where we left him on the bed.

carter is so me

“What are you laughing at?” “You little shit.” He playfully shakes his head at Xavi, sitting up on the edge of the bed before he decides to answer me. “You realize he can’t suck your dick for a month now.”

“You asked the guy how long it’ll be before you can suck dick?” “So what?” He shrugs. “He doesn’t know me.”

“Remember that guy I told you about a few months ago? The sexy little twink with the big dick and the nipple piercings? That was Xavi.”

HELP NO WAY

“I touch you sometimes too.” “What? Where?” “Wherever I want.” “Dude, that’s kinda creepy.” “I told you to lock your door,” I remind him. “Three times. It’s not my fault you don’t listen.” “I didn’t say I didn’t like it.” I raise a brow at that, a small smile touching my lips before I can stop it. He’s such a freak.

“Did you put this on for me?” “Yes,”

“Did you think about me in the shower?” I ask, and he nods, looking damn near delirious as he moves his hands up to my shoulders. “But you didn’t get off,” I guess, not missing how hard he is or the wet spot on the front of his briefs. “Is that why you’re leaking all over yourself when I haven’t even touched it yet?”

“What were you and Carter doing in here tonight?” “Fighting,” I tell him, grabbing him by his hair and pulling him back. “About what?” “You.”

“Then why are you making out with my neck right now?” he asks, and I close my eyes because fuck, I don’t know. “What are you doing here, Nate?” I groan helplessly and move my lips up to his jaw, sticking with honesty. “I wanna break you.”

“Jesus Christ. Nate…” “What?” “You’re a fucking tease.” “Says the boy who dressed up like this and waited for me to come play with him,”

“That’s good. Now lean forward a bit and rub your dick on the bed.”

“Keep going,” I urge, grabbing his ass to help him grind his cock on the sheet. “Harder, baby.”

“I don’t wanna come like this.” He sounds desperate, like it’s too much and not enough all at once. Like he doesn’t want it to be over yet… “You wanna come with my dick in your ass?” I ask, curling my fingers inside him and licking between them. “Yes,” he gasps. “I want it.”

Quick to obey, he reaches back and slides his hands into my sweats, groaning when he realizes I’m freeballing. “Fuck, Nate, that’s so hot,”

“Look at you,” I rasp, turning his face toward the mirror across from us. “Such a needy little whore for me.”

“Fuck, baby, you look so pretty,” I whisper, possessively grazing my thumb over the hickey beneath his ear. “You look like mine.” “Don’t,” he pleads, and I cock my head, watching him look up at me with sad eyes and a fragile heart. “Don’t make me fall for you.”

“Are you gonna kick me out again?” he croaks into the sheets, and I chuckle as I put my dick away. “Xavi, we’re in your room.” “Oh yeah.”

“Were you looking for me?” “Were you with someone else?” “No.” I watch him for a moment, searching his face for the lie, but I don’t think there is one. Trailing my fingers over his abs, I stop to draw a circle on his navel. “Don’t ever let me catch you with someone else.”

“Don’t shower tonight.” “Why?” I take his chin between my thumb and forefinger, pulling him in and speaking over his lips. “I wanna go to bed knowing you’re sleeping in our cum.”

“I’m kidding,” he says, his eyes lingering on my body as he adds another piece of bacon to my plate. “You don’t need to go to the gym. You look good as you are.”

“You can hit me all you want, Nathaniel,” he teases, my full name rolling off his tongue like silk. “I can’t feel a damn thing.”

I press my lips to Xavi’s neck, catching his head in my hand when it almost falls off my shoulder. “It’s okay, baby. I got you.”

“Before you came here and ratted me out to my sister, did you wash off the mess I made on your dick?” he asks, smirking when I shiver. “You didn’t,” he guesses. “You love walking around with my cum in your clothes, don’t you? Feeling me every time you move...” He keeps teasing me, his teeth nipping my lip piercing. “I bet you’d love it even more leaking out of your ass.”

My lips curve before I can stop it, and I hook my fingers into the waistband of his jeans, pulling him into me as I open my door and walk him inside my bedroom. “Good boy.”

“You can leave those on,” he says when I hook my thumbs into the tight briefs I’m wearing. “Why?” “Because you look hot in them,”

“Can I kiss you yet?” I blink at the sudden change of subject, frowning. “No.” “I want to,” he admits in a single breath, once again thumbing my lips to pull the bottom one down. “I wanna spit in your mouth. Get it all wet and fuck that little tongue ring with my dick.” “That’s disgusting.” “You like it?”

“Why are you being so…” “So what?” he asks, kissing his way from my mouth to my jaw, licking the scar he likes so much. “Slow,” I finish, huffing out a breath on his cheek. His lips curve against my skin, and he moves down to my neck. “Whatever I want, right, baby?”

“Are you afraid of me?” “No,” I deny, and he raises a brow at my too quick answer. “Okay, maybe a little bit, yeah,” I admit. He laughs like I’m ridiculous and lifts up to look at me properly. “Are you for real?” he asks, his laughter dying on his lips when he realizes I’m not playing. “You never used to be,” he says quietly, his eyebrows creasing as he runs his thumb over my jaw. “You used to run circles around me, remember? It didn’t matter what I said or did to you, you’d just laugh and tell me to go fuck myself. You drove me crazy.”

“Greedy whore,” he says, but it sounds more like a praise than an insult, his voice muffled by my flesh on his mouth. “Ride it, baby. Hold me still and push your ass back into my face.” Baby. Goddamn him.

“What are you doing?” I complain, rolling my head back on his shoulder to look at him. “Edging you,” he answers, smirking when he catches the look on my face. “You like it?” “I hate it.” I’m such a goddamn liar. I love that he’s playing with me like this, dragging it out like he’s just as desperate as I am to make it last.

“I hate you,” I grit out. “I hate you so fucking much.” “I know, baby,” he whispers, and I whine pathetically.

“Come on, party boy. Say it again.” “I hate you,” I rasp, trying my hardest to mean the lies pouring out of my mouth. “I hate you. I…hate…you.” “Good boy,” he says softly, praising me for real this time, his eyes darkening as he drops down on top of me, presses his mouth to mine, and pounds into me as hard as he can. “So good, baby. Fuck.”

Aching all over, I crawl into bed, pull the blanket up over my head, and silently cry myself to sleep, just like I do every time he fucks me.

“Do you mean it when you say you hate me?” “No,” I admit, barely even thinking about it as I wrap my arms around his neck and lean up to brush my lips over his. “Most of the time I’m just pretending.”

“Take all your clothes off,” he says, crossing his arms over his body to peel off his wet hoodie and shirt. “I’ll make sure no one sees you.” “I don’t care if anyone sees my naked ass, Nate.” “Maybe not, but I do,” he stresses, and I pause.