Hatred With Benefits

F I F T Y

EMERSON.

I stare into her eyes as I wait for her response, and she shakes her head, "I can't show you here. "

"Why not?" My voice sounds impatient and miserable, and I don't give a fuck at this moment. That

image of her has messed with my head and provoked every sentiment in me.

I've always known Eva Carson is far less innocent than she might appear to be, but goddamn; her in

heels and a damn clothing that reveals too much than I handle with her body wrapped around the pole

that way just makes her so fùcking naughtier. A damn sexy woman; a damn sexy woman who plays

with my control like a switch.

"I need music to feel. " She tells me and I say, "I can give you music. We can play a song right here

and—"

She cut me off. "You do realize we aren't back in our apartment, right?" She lifts a brow, reminding me

of that very fact and I let out a sigh, dropping my hand to wrap it around her. "I know that, but I want to

see you that way so fucking badly; I'm ready to risk it all. "

"I'll show you one day. " She promises as she drops her hands to my shoulders. "But I can think of a

million different ways to make you feel good right now. " The smirk that takes over her face after those

words only causes the erection in my pants to worsen and I throw her phone to the side as I lean

forward to meet her lips.

Soft. Sweet. Chocolates. Fucking. Heaven.

That's exactly how Eva Carson tastes– a taste that I'm fucking screwed for. A taste that I'm fucking Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

addicted to.

She groans against my mouth as her hands slide from my shoulders down to my chest and she's

tugging at my shirt. I pull away for a split second to let her yank it over my head before I push her back

on the bed and take her mouth as I struggle to get her pants down her legs.

We fight to keep our mouths and hands on each other while trying to get rid of the clothes that serve as

an impediment between our skins, and we somehow go from tossing around on the bed to Eva on the

floor, between my legs and on her knees as she rips my pants off.

Eva places her hands on my thighs as she kneels before me in her entire nakedness– one that I can't

find the exact beautiful word to describe.

She sneaks her hands from my thighs to my hips and I take my lower lip in my mouth as she presses a

finger onto the tip of my cock. She smears my pre-cum across the skin before she lifts her head to me,

a taunting smile on her lips as she waits for me to speak.

And. I. Give. Her. What. She. Wants.

"Take it, Eva. Take the damn control. " I say as I look into her eyes with one hand fisted in her hair and

she makes a low gasp from her throat before she swats my hand from her hair. She shoves me to fall

on the bed, and I watch in amazement as she crawls to the bed and towards me, stopping between my

thighs. The sight of her breasts in the space between her hands and her ass pushed to the back makes

me want to grab her and slam my cock into her pussy, where I know her wetness would be awaiting

me, but the powerful look on Eva's face stops those triggering thoughts.

Everything Eva Carson does in bed is fucking sexy, but there's something different about when she's in

control. It's the extreme confidence that comes with that side of her; when she knows she's got me right

where she wants me. The aura that oozes from her when she knows I would do any fucking thing to

have her on my cock. That's the aura she has around her now as she trails towards me as a predator

would do to its prey, and it ignites a sizzling fire in each part of me; my heart pounding wildly against

my chest as I wait for my wild girl to take me.

"Do you want me on this?" The seductive tone of her voice is music to my ears as she tickles my dick,

teasingly wrapping her hand around it before she lets it fall from her grip.

"You know I fucking do, Eva. " I hiss and she lifts her head to me before she climbs over me, throwing

her legs to the sides and bringing her sweet pussy right where I need it– almost.

"Eva—" I call, annoyance creeping into my voice and she presses a finger to my lips to shush me.

"Don't make a sound, or you won't get what you want. " Fuck. She's turning me fucking insane. Before

Eva Carson, I wouldn't let a woman tell me what to do in bed, but the grip this woman has on me is

beyond my understanding.

"You won't put your hands on me. They'll remain where I place them. " She says as she brings my

hands to her chest, and I feel the softness of her breasts in my hold.

"I won't. " I promise her, twirling the buds of her breasts and I savour the way she tilts her head to the

back for a second before she looks down to where my painfully hardened cock awaits her. She lifts her

body a bit, gripping my cock in hand before she clutches the crown to her entrance.

"Eva—" I let out a low call of her name as I squeeze her breasts and she pushes inside, letting me

inside her warmth to fill every fucking inch of her.

"Fuck–" she cries as she lifts her body and drops again; taking me whole. "Emerson. Fuck, oh God.

Your mouth. " I don't need her to say more before I sit up on the bed, letting my mouth take my hand's

previous spot on her chest, while my hands move around her back and she pushes her fingers through

my curls, gripping hard onto the end of my locks– almost enough to make me come right there.

"Oh, God. It feels so fucking different. It's like I can finally feel you inside me without—" Eva pauses, as

if realizing our slight mistake of not using protection and her widened eyes meet mine as I pull back

from her chest. "A condom. "

"We should—" I start to say, moving my hands to her hips but Eva shakes her head furiously, moving

my hands from her hips.

"Eva, I would come inside you. We need to—" she doesn't let me finish my words before she moves

her hand to the back of my head to brace my face to her chest again, not stopping her movements on

my cock.

"I'm on birth control, and I'm not fucking stopping. It feels too fucking good to stop. " She moans,

throwing her head to the back and I'm no longer able to hold back; I wrap one hand around her throat,

and press my lips to the skin of her neck as I push forward to meet each slam of her pussy on my cock.

"Oh, fuck. Emerson—" she moans loudly and I move my hand from her throat to cover her mouth, my

fingers digging into her back as I watch the pleasure that masks her face with each thrust I give and it

isn't long before I lose hold of my relief and my body shakes violently as I release inside her.

"Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. " Eva chants as I remove my hand from her mouth and her head fall against my neck.

"Are you good?" I ask her and she hums. "Good, because you aren't done. " And I flip us around,

bringing her back against the softness of the bed and I lift her legs to my shoulder as I pound into her to

give her that heated comfort.

EVA.

"Fuck. " A cuss slips through my parted lips as my boneless body gives away, no longer able to hold

Emerson's hard and rough thrusts. My body cries from all over, but it's a cry of pleasure. A cry of how

good he felt inside me, and how good it still feels. I can't believe I didn't let him use protection, but I was

too fucking deep to care about the fact that there's a one percent chance I could get pregnant despite

being on birth control.

"What got you into it?" Emerson asks as I lay over him, basking in each other's sweats and I drop my

chin to his chest to catch a grasp of him. "Into pole dancing?"

He hums and I say, "I don't know. I was doing it for fun, and I guess I kind of loved the concept. "

"Did you have someone teach you?" He questions as he draws circles across my back and I give a

shake of my head, "I watched videos and I'm not perfect. "

"Doesn't look like you aren't perfect, Carson, " he mumbles, referring to the picture and I smile as I lean

forward a bit to press my lips to his chin before dropping back to his chest.

"What?" I ask with a frown when he stares at me with a bright smile on his face and he lifts his hand,

stroking the side of my face before he drops his other hand to meet the first on my back. "You look

beautiful. "

"I'm naked. " I tell him and Emerson shifts beneath me, intentionally pressing his cock between my

thighs. "The more for you to look beautiful. " His voice is gentle and the sincerity in his voice with his

intense gaze on me makes me shift my eyes from him.

"Don't look away, Eva, " Emerson whispers, one of his hands moving down my back to rest on my ass,

and I suck in a breath when he gives a soft squeeze. "Look at me. "

When I lift my head again, I say, "You should leave. "

"Not right now. " He refuses, giving another squeeze to my ass. "I'll leave before morning comes. "

"Emerson, if you—"

"Trust me to do as I said, Eva. " There he goes. Using my name along with those warm words of his. At

this rate, I'm afraid Emerson Ford isn't just pulling a few strings of my heart.

And now as I lay in his arms, basking in the pleasure of after sex with his eyes on me, aware of

everywhere his skin makes contact with mine and his heartbeats ringing in my ears, creating a rhyme

that matches both my breathe and the beats of my heart– I realize I'm gone too far; I've been so caught

up in him. Caught up in these sudden warm gazes of his, caught up in the way he touches feels against

my skin, caught up in the way I'm too addicted to craving him and everything else he has to offer;

caught up in the way I want every damned piece of him. I realize I've been too caught up in the way

Emerson Ford challenges me yet he always seems to be there when I need someone to catch me. I've

been too caught in this mess to the point where Emerson Ford isn't just an enemy or a friend, but he's

someone that's come to be a part of me. Someone who unravels every secret that's behind my shield

and I let him, because that minor part of me that's always drawn to Emerson Ford? It isn't so minor

anymore. It's threatening to take over every single part of me and I don't know how to feel about that.

"Hey, Ford, " I call casually and he lifts a brow in silent response. "This thing– where does it end?"

Emerson takes a breath before he speaks. "It ends wherever it ends. To see where it takes us is what

we agreed on. "

"What if it takes us somewhere neither of us would be able to handle?" Emerson's strokes on my ass

stop momentarily before he picks up again, "Where do you think is that place we wouldn't be able to

handle?"

I open my mouth to give him the upright answer that comes to mind, but I go back on those words and

say something else. "When it gets out of control. "

If Emerson knows what I'm hinting at, he doesn't show it. "I care about you, Eva—"

"You hate me. " I remind him of the once one and only feeling that existed between us.

"I hate the way you make me feel. " His response comes as a surprise and I lift my head from his chest,

flattening my hands on the spot to push forward. "How do I make you feel, Emerson?"

I don't remove my eyes from him, and his gaze drops to my lips before he meets my eyes again, "Like I

don't ever want to put a stop to this. Like I always want to stay here; right here with you. "

My heart races in my chest at his unexpected answer and I take too long staring at him with my lips

parted before I drop my head to his chest, hiding my burning face.

"Eva?" Emerson's chuckles resound in my ears and I move my head sideways before I say, "Go to

sleep, Emerson. That's enough for tonight. "

"You want me to stay then?" His teasing voice comes and I say, "You wouldn't leave if I ask. "

"That's right, " he cackles before turning to the side, bringing my body with his as he lays on his side

with my head against his chest, his arms around me and our legs tangled. Skin to skin. No barrier of

the thin materials. I can feel the twitch of his cock between my thighs, and my chest is pressing into his;

the drums of my heart frantic inside.

I lift my head from the little cage Emerson made of his body to look at his face, and he's staring down

at me.

"Too much?" He lifts a brow and my lips curve, but I say no word as I return to his chest.

"Just the right amount. " I say, my voice muffled against his chest and Emerson lifts a hand to my head,

brushing my hair while the other gives gentle pats on my back.

"A peaceful sleep, Eva. " His voice floats in the air between us and a small smile tugs at my lips as I

close my eyes in the safeness of Emerson's embrace.

They say there's a thin line between hate and love; the thinner mine gets, the stronger these foreign

feelings for Emerson Ford get and the deeper he engraves his very being into my soul.