8. Chapter Eight #2
“I’m pretty sure everyone saw you laughing your tits off with him in the hallway.”
She clicks her tongue and gets to her feet. “Well, someone sounds a little salty.”
I stand as well and corner her by her table before she can take any step further.
Regardless of her sharp intake of breath, she glares at me. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“So, you’ll go on a date with some guy you barely know but not talk to me for five minutes?”
“Yes,” she answers firmly, making no move to step aside. “Now get out of my way.”
I pin her against her desk. “What do you see in him? I’m better looking than he is. Taller than he is. Stronger than he is.”
Hailey scoffs and rolls her eyes. “You’re so conceited it’s disgusting.”
“If you think the truth is conceited, then be my guest.”
“Get out of my way, Matthew.” She grits.
“I don’t want you to go out with him.”
“I don’t care what you want. I’ll do what I want and you can’t stop me.”
My knee parts her thighs beneath her skirt and she swallows. “If you wanna go on a date that badly, then go out with me.”
She chuckles bitterly. “I’m guessing everything is just some sick game to you.”
A muscle in my jaw ticks and I can feel my self-control hanging by a thread. “Will you let him kiss you, Hailey? Will you let him fuck you in his bed?”
Her red lips lift into an antagonizing smirk. “Does that bother you?”
“Yes, it does,” I admit, lifting her onto the desk and parting her thighs wider with my palm. Her skirt rides up and a gasp escapes her lips. “It drives me nuts.”
I cup the back of her neck and silence her with a hungry kiss. She mewls in response, squeezing my wandering hand that is lodged between her thighs and kisses me like she needs me to breathe.
Our kiss is feral and wild, a result of the pent-up emotions between us. I pour every bit of anger, want, and desire into the kiss, and she kisses me back with as much intensity.
Her fingers are in my hair and mine are at the nape of her neck. Tongues collide, and teeth clash, and after a hot minute, she rips her lips away from mine with a broken gasp.
Her eyes are as wide as a deer in the headlights. “Are you out of your mind? Anyone could walk in and see us.”
“Anyone like who? Holden, the golden boy?”
She scowls but shivers a little when my fingers toy with the edge of her panties. She’s dripping wet and she clutches my wrist when I drag a finger across her slit.
“He’s a man like you. A man I’ve got a date with.”
“No, you don’t,” I say, leaning away from her and striding towards the door. “How long will it take before he gets here?”
She watches me lock the door and walk towards her again. Then she laughs breathlessly and looks heavenward with a shake of her head.
“I’m going crazy,” she mutters to herself, before checking her watch. “Ten more minutes.”
“Good,” I say, before molding my lips with hers again. She doesn’t resist, not even in the slightest.
She gives up and lets me consume her the way only I can. I place her on her desk and raise her skirt, until her damp panties are in my view.
Hailey tugs my jacket away from my body, before yanking me forward by my collar. She angles her chin to kiss me harder as she fumbles with my belt.
“I despise you,” she murmurs into the kiss as I shift her panties to the side and pull her closer to me with an arm around her waist.
“Yeah?” I smirk, slowly sinking into her. Her brows contort and her nails carve shapes through my shirt with every inch I bury inside her.
“You make my blood boil,” she grits as she receives me. “I hate you, Matthew Pierce.”
Fuck. She always feels so good it drives me insane.
“And here you are,” I grunt once I’m buried to the hilt. “Taking my cock like the good girl you are.”
Hailey throws her head back with a moan. I pull out slowly and fill her up again, silencing her with a kiss.
“Shh,” I whisper hotly in her ear as I wrap her legs around my waist. “I need you to be quiet for me, Hailey. Can you do that?”
“Mm,” she murmurs. Her lids are screwed shut and she’s biting down hard on her lip to silence her moans.
This is different from the first time we had sex. I never thought anything would top the sex we had but this… this is more intense. It’s slick and raw. It’s skin to skin.
My grinding comes to a standstill. “I’m not wearing a condom.”
Hailey desperately rolls her hips against mine. “I’m on the pill, Matthew. You dare not stop now.”
I sink my teeth into her neck, lifting her hips slightly before slamming into her. Her walls, wet and deliciously warm, cage me in, squeezing and forcing an orgasm out of me.
“Hold still, baby,” I demand, lifting one of her legs higher. I grind against her hard, deep, and slow, and it’s enough to make her tremble against me.
I shut her cries with my mouth as we come undone at the same time. Her grip on my shirt tightens and I hold her close, living my fantasy of coming right inside her.
“Oh my god,” she pants as her head falls against my shoulder. She weakly punches my chest with her fist while her legs shake around me.
“I really do hate you.” She mutters breathlessly and I grin as I pull out of her, watching the mixture of our fluids leak down her thighs.
“I’m sure you do,” I say, dragging her skirt back down and fixing the buttons of her shirt.
Just then, a knock resounds on the door and I glance at the orgasm-induced exhaustion glowing on her face.
“Sounds like your hot date is here.” I say, even though we both know that’s now a thing of the past.