Hatred With Benefits

S I X

EVA.

Hot liquid burns through me. A hot, unquenchable thirst that can surprisingly and unfortunately be

quenched at this moment by him only.

My hands find themselves in his jacket when Emerson pulls my lower lip in his mouth, and tug on it

hard; enough to draw a string of pain and pleasure through me.

My want explodes into a need, and a sound between a moan and a gasp slips through my parted lips

as Emerson's hand move from my hair to my waist, pressing me hard against his chest.

He pulls away for a split second, his breathing hard and loud, and mine is the same. Our eyes don't

leave each other and our hands stay fitted to their spots before Emerson pushes me in again; his

mouth fast, rough and aggressive against mine.

He begins to move, pulling me with me, stopping on occasions to check his direction then finding his

mouth on mine again.

Lust has taken over my brain, and my entire body. Every. Fucking. Inch. Has been consumed by the

taste and feel of Emerson Ford, and I don't want to stop. I hate that I don't want to stop. I hate that

there's so single will to halt this before it turns into something more.

Emerson invades my senses once again as he pushes me against a hard surface. My body crashes

against the car and I throw my head back, my eyes screwed shut as Emerson's lips travel down my

neck. Leaving a burning, aching skin everywhere he touches.

"Don't fucking leave marks, " a hiss slips through my parted lips when he sucks on the sensitive spot of

my neck and he chuckles against the skin, before he pulls back. "I don't think you have the right to

make the decision here, Carson. You're at my fucking mercy and I'll do whatever the fuck I want. "

"I'm not at your fucking mercy, " I snap, though the hot need between my thighs for the bastard begs to

differ. "I'm never at your fucking mercy, Ford. Don't get this fucking twisted. "

"Really?" He arches a mocking brow and a moan moves from my throat when he pushes his hand

between us, and underneath the short skirt I have on to find my soaking panties. "What do you call this,

Carson? You're so fucking wet for me. "

My gaze drops to his pants and I grip the front, squeezing his hardness in my hand. Emerson has a

death glare on when I return my gaze to his face and a smirk climbs on my lips, "Seems like it's fucking

mutual, Ford. You want this so don't you dare think you have a fucking advantage here. "

"Have I ever told you how intolerable you are?" He fists his hands in my hair and yanks it rough. The

pain shoots through my scalp and has me dripping between my legs, right where Emerson's other hand

rests.

"Wouldn't be the first time. " I gasp as I palm him through his pants and Emerson smirks as he pushes

his face closer to mine. His lips rest on my jaw and he bites harshly on the skin before he pulls back,

opens the car door and pushes me in.

My heart is racing fast in my chest as I watch him shut the door and enter through the driver's seat.

Climbing in, he doesn't waste another second to pull me towards him and I straddle his laps, my hand

coiling through his hair– tugging at the roots.

His hand move to my waist and he snatches my skirt upward as I roll my hips against his hard cock.

I tilt his head and lick his earlobe, earning a grunt from him. My lips travel down to his neck and

Emerson takes the moment to slide the straps of my lace cropped top down my arms, leaving my chest

bare to his eyes.

Alcohol gives confidence. Highness makes you make decisions that come back to bite you in the ass.

The two combined is a whole fucking mess that leaves you a mindless goddamn idiot and that's the

only explanation for why I'm on Emerson's lap, in the small space of his car with my skirt hitched up to

my waist and my top slid off my arms... Rocking desperately against the hardness protruding against

his pants might I add.

"Look at you, " Emerson breathes. "Rubbing your mess against me. What will daddy say when he

hears his little daughter desperately seeks out an orgasm from the guy he hates so much?"

"I could say the same about you. " I moan, throwing my head to the back when he rolls my nipple in his

hand. "You seem to be enjoying the sight of my chest, Ford. So much for the girl you'll gladly watch die.

"

"I can watch you die tomorrow, Carson, " his hands find my hips and he takes over, going at a faster

pace as he controls my movement. "Tonight, I'll fuck your brains out and make you take back those

words. "

"So sure of yourself. " I laugh and he smirks, his hand slipping between my thighs and I moan when he

shifts my pants to the side and rubs my swollen clit.

"It's more than that, Carson. What did I tell you about making you beg?" This motherfucking bástard.

"Not gonna fucking happen. " I hiss and he cocks his head as he adds another finger, his knuckles

deep inside me and I let out another sound of a half gasp, half moan.

He pumps faster— in and out, in and out— and I struggle to keep my eyes open at the pleasure that

rides over me as he curls his fingers and hit my sensitive spot, slowly pulling out when my moan

increases before thrusting back in.

"Tell me, Carson. How badly do you need to come?" He presses his thumb to my clit and I hiss. "Tell

me how badly you need me to let you come. Beg. For. It. "

"No!" My response is sharp and firm, but I doubt I can last very long if he keeps bringing me closer to

my high, then snatching it from me and deterring me from going over the edge at the very last minute.

"Let's see how long you can last, Carson, " he whispers, turning my body around and pinning me to the

steering wheel.

"Fuck..." I groan as Emerson presses on a button to give more space before taking his hand to my hips

and I hum with closed eyes when his hands move to my ass and he rubs the flesh before slapping it.

I gasp. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

"Teaching you a lesson. " Is his only response before he yanks my skirt to my waist and I hear the

sound of his belt with the zipper.

I grip the steering wheel tighter as Emerson inclines my lower body to the back, grazing my wetness

with the tip of his cock and I shudder at the contact, needing more of it.

"You've done this before, " Emerson growls behind me, his hand moving around my throat.

"What... What the fuck were you thinking?" I struggle to speak as he gives a rough thrust. A scream

rips from my throat at the painful stretch of his size and the fierceness with which he fucks me, but it

isn't long before the scream turns into cries and an inaudible plea for more of him. He feels so fucking

hard, long... Thick. Fuck, he's everywhere. The pounding is in my head, my heart and every single

fucking inch of my body.

"That you're Matt's daughter and you should be fúcking innocent, but we both know you're far from that,

aren't you?" A mocking sound leaves his lips and I pant, "You're fucking sick. "

"You're right on my fucking dick, Carson. Taking every single slam I give you. I don't think you're less

sick than I am. " His hands dig into my hips and I feel it when he slowly lifts his body from the seat

because he hits so fucking deep inside me, my mouth hangs open.

"Fuck, yes. Yes!" Words slip through my parted lips and Emerson chuckles, "So much for a cock that

isn't capable of satisfying you, don't you think, Carson?" I'm unable to give a response when his grip

tightens on my throat, and he cuts my breath for a few seconds as he says, "Beg for it, Carson.

Fúcking beg for your release. "

"No fucking chance. " I manage to breathe in response as he loosens his grip.

"You won't?" Emerson repeats and I hiss when I feel him slowing down, snatching my orgasm from me

once again.

"Why the fuck did you do that?" I cry in frustration.

"We could do this all night long, Carson. I have all the time in the world, but I can't say the same about

you. Matt probably gave his little pet a curfew, didn't he? And she'll be in very big trouble if she doesn't

appear before, or by that time. It's your choice. "

"I hate you. " I tell him and he laughs, "No more than I do. Take back your words, Carson. "

The bastard knows what he's doing. Not on the father part, but the release part. I badly need a release

and I won't get it if Emerson doesn't get what he wants. But instead of begging, I do the exact opposite.

I do what we always do. I bring up an insult and wait for Emerson to fall into the trap.

"This is just an act, isn't it?" I purr. "You're afraid you won't live up to your words. I should have known a

fucking cock like yours isn't capable of giving me an orgasm. My mistake ever doubting my words for a

second. " I twist my head to glare at him with a taunting smirk on my lips and the sight of him —all

sweaty with furious eyes— give me the satisfaction I want.

Emerson pushes my head against the steering wheel as he slams into my pussy, his breathing ragged

and heavy against the small of my back and I know I got him... Or at least I think I do.

Emerson eases his thrusts just at the rim of my orgasm, his hand moving from my throat to my chest,

squeezing a breast in his hand as he says, "My cock just had you screaming like a bitch. You're a

mess, Carson. Be a good girl and say those words before your friend comes looking for you and catch

you in this compromising position you would rather not let her see. "

Fuck, he's right. He's fucking right.

"One, " he moves his hand to my hips and yanks me down to meet his thrust. "Two, " he moves his

hand to my front and finds my clit. He rubs on the spot as he controls my movement with the other

hand.

"Three, " Too much. God, it's too fucking much.

"Four—"

"Please, " the word falls from my lips in a helpless whisper and Emerson fists his hand in my hair,

yanking my head back.

"Please what, Carson? Use your fucking words properly. " Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

I whimper when he licks my earlobe in a dragging, sensual motion. "Please, let me come. I need you

to... Oh my God, yes! I can't— I, oh my, " Pleas slips through my parted lips and I do not care that he'll

tease me for it later. He's got me under his fucking mercy, and it was stupid to think otherwise.

"Yes, that's it. " He says. "You feel so good taking me in, Carson. Can you feel it? Can you feel your

walls clenching around my cock?"

"Yes, yes yes. " I chant. "God, yes. I can feel it. I can feel it in every fucking inch of my body. Oh God,

Emerson. It's coming, I can feel it. I'm coming, oh fuck. " I scream as my orgasm ripples through me,

leaving brain-melting pleasure in its wake.

Emerson keeps thrusting roughly inside me till black dots appears in my vision and my grip on the

steering weakens. Embarrassing sounds fall from my lips as he finally comes, our breaths heavy in the

small space of the car before he moves me to the passenger seat and tosses the condom out– one I

didn't realize he used.

My lazy gaze moves along Emerson's sweaty face and the realization of what we had just done hit me

as the effect of the lust and the post-sex clears from my brain.

I just fucking had sex with Emerson Ford.

I just fucking had an angry, pussy wrecking, toe-curling and unbelievably fucking hot sex that leaves my

body in an agonizing ache with a guy I claim to hate more than I hate the sight of a wrinkled book and

in the small space of his car, where anyone could have caught us.

What the fuck have you done, Eva?