Dare You to Hate Me by B. Celeste (classic fiction .txt) 📕

say I’m on the pill because I need to feel him inside me with no barrier, but we have to be smart. And no matter how beautiful the shaft in my hand is as it twitches and grows with every stroke of my palm, I know neither of us needs any surprises in the future.

Aiden reaches for his nightstand and pulls out a foil packet, his breath hitching as I help him roll the latex on. I notice the slight shake to his hands and assume it’s in anticipation—a uninhibited need that’s mutual as I rise and line the head of him up to my entrance and slowly, slowly, slowly sink down.

“Fuuuck.” The garbled word from him sounds pained as I take him fully and circle my hips to find the perfect spot that sets my nerves on fire. He stretches me in the most blissful way, his fingertips digging into my ass as I lift and repeat the movement, soaking in his length as I take every inch of him where I need him most. My hands hold onto his shoulders as I ride him slowly until he’s shaking his head. “Too much. Too damn much.”

I’m not sure what he means until his head drops back and the tendons in his neck tighten as his bottom half shoots up to fill me deeper and—

“Jesus Christ,” he barks out, holding my hips down so we’re pressed so close together I can feel him twitch and stiffen inside me. Once his hips settle, his breathing becomes heavier and I’m staring wide-eyed at him until he finally looks at me again with flushed cheeks.

“Did you just…?” I already know the answer, but the way his face reddens only confirms it.

His throat bobs, and there’s something oddly…vulnerable in the glazed blue color that I look into, first one eye then the other, before he looks away. “I haven’t done this before.”

I blink, then replay his words.

“Say that again?” I whisper slowly, sure I misheard him.

His jaw ticks. “I’ve never…” One of his hands raises to the back of his neck, squeezing it once and making the muscles in his arms pop. The tattoos I’ve admired when he shows them off shift, the Captain America shield moving as if to guard him and his shocking admission. “Shit, Ivy. You know what I mean. I haven’t had sex until now. Okay?”

Stunned silent, all I can do is stare.

Oh my God.

I just took my best friend’s virginity.

Finally formulating my thoughts, I choke out, “That can’t be true. What about Sydney? Or, I mean, there have had to have been other girls. Penelope from high school! I’ve heard people talk around campus. You’re…you.”

There’s a ghost of a smile on his lips despite the heated skin under his cheeks giving away his embarrassment. I never knew someone like Aiden—someone strong, confident, with the world ahead of him—could be this vulnerable. “I have no clue what Penny has to do with this, and I don’t know if I want to have this conversation while my dick is still inside you.” More blinking, then a garbled gasp as he rolls his hips upward experimentally until he’s sinking further inside. I clench around him and let out a tiny breath as he hesitantly moves. “I’m not done, promise. Not sure I’m going to be able to stop now that I’ve realized what I’ve been missing this whole time.”

Before I can reply, I’m on my back with Aiden thrusting into me slow and hard with a heady groan that vibrates our damp chests that are pressed together. “Aiden, are you sure— Oh.” He rests his forearms on either side of my head and starts jackknifing into me with an urgency that I can’t truly fathom, his eyes getting darker and dilated with lust as he takes me.

My body arches as he grabs one of my legs and bends it forward, giving him better access to hit something that sparks a feeling few people have ever unlocked with me during sex, and I’m shaking my head, pinching my eyes closed, as the sound of his cock entering me fills the bedroom.

“You cannot be a virgin.” My breathless, doubtful declaration has him chuckling as he trails kisses down my neck before biting into the base of my throat. “If you’ve never had sex before now you obviously watch a lot of porn to know how to— Oh god.”

His muffled laugh against my skin has me wrapping my arms around his neck and meeting his thrusts eagerly as I hold on for dear life.

I feel him move deeper.

Harder.

Needier.

He moves like he’s lost in the feeling, like there’s nothing else. Nothing to lose and everything to gain. And when I find myself back on top and riding his dick, I can’t help but look at his lust-filled eyes and slick skin damp with sweat, and fully understand what’s going on right now as I feel my spine tingle and tummy tighten.

Aiden Griffith waited for me.

He let me go back then.

He didn’t tell anyone for days.

And he waited.

I can feel the tingling sensation building higher and higher as his cock slides into me repeatedly. But it isn’t only the way his pubic bone is brushing my clit in rapid succession that brings my orgasm to its brink, but rather all the ways we got here. How he helped me. How he cared about me. How he respected me. What a foreign word.

Respect.

When my legs start shaking and giving out, Aiden doesn’t let us lose the rhythm. His strong hands grip me, using my spent body to fuck himself until we reach the peak.

And when we get to the edge, I dive off headfirst into an abyss.

Chanting his name, I clench around him and explode in a burst of emotions, memories, and feelings that have been pent up for so long.

The first day I met Aiden.

The first time I climbed into his window.

The first time I hid in his closet…his bed.

All of it comes rushing back as my