Let Me Hate You (Oliver Thredson x OC)

10. There's A Start For Everything

Hayden sleeps peacefully, lying on her stomach, arms under the pillow. She feels the rising of the sun pierce through her eyelids. The fresh morning air makes the skin of her back shudder. As she gently opens her eyes to get used to the light in the room, she feels a hand gently caress her lower back. She stands up slightly on her forearms and turns her head to the left. At that moment, not only does a huge migraine take her, but Oliver's after-shave smell pervades her senses. She closes her eyes, refusing to see him next to her, refusing to admit that she still slept with him on a whim. And under the influence of alcohol, it must be said.

"I had forgotten how soft your skin was," Oliver said, his hand still stroking her back slowly.

Hayden opens her eyes. He is lying on his side, a hand supporting his head. His hair is ruffled, his dark eyes are immersed in hers. He still looks tired. The memories of this night are still unclear. She remembers jumping on him and having sex on the couch, but the rest does not come back to her. As she looks at Oliver, she sees scratches on his chest. Did she do that?

"What are these brands?" she asks with a nod. Oliver lowers his head to look at his chest and takes it back, smiling.

"It's you, you were completely unleashed last night,"

Hayden frowns, trying to remember what happened.

Snatches come back to her little by little...

They both in bed, she on him, going to ride him sensually. She can still feel him deep inside her, his hands caressing her breasts as she moves on him, moaning at each pelvic movement. Her hands resting on his chest, her nails dig deep into his skin, and under the effect of pleasure, she claws him slowly, snatching him a sexy groan. He stands up to kiss her languidly, his lips down in her neck and then, her breasts. His hands caressing her back, he suddenly catches her long red hair and pulls it slightly, forcing her to lean her head back while at the same time she comes hard.

Oliver moans and pulls a little more on her hair as he comes inside her. She feels his breath against the skin of her neck, he squeezes her against him. Without warning, he drops back and pulls her with him. Hayden puts her head against his chest and closes her eyes, orgasm is still ubiquitous in her body. She struggles to get back, her head still turns under the effect of pleasure.

But she still wants some. She wants to erase the smell and traces of this woman on her husband's body. She wants to burn Oliver until she can not take it anymore. She kisses his chest and puts her chin on it to look at him. Her eyes plunge into his and she understands at this moment that he wants the same thing as her. She smiles, her eyes filled with pleasure.

"Again," she said simply.

"I think this is the first time you've been so inquiring since we've known each other," he answers, surprised but delighted.

"There's a start for everything,"

Hayden comes out of her thoughts. Without realizing it, she stares at Oliver, her mouth slightly open. He smiles and raises his eyebrows, realizing that she has just remembered their hot antics. What horrifies her the most is not to have fallen once more into his arms, it is to have wanted to, to have perpetrated all that. She is the one who sponsored everything tonight. She wanted him and more than ever. And she's already ashamed of all that. She still loves him and she confessed to him. She has no more cards to play against Oliver Thredson. The prey was made by the predator. Because yes, Oliver is a predator, and tenacious.

"Oh hell...," she breathes before trying to get out of bed, but Oliver runs an arm under her belly and pulls her into the bed. Lying on her back, he lies down on her and holds her arms tightly above her head.

"Stop running all the time," he said calmly, his eyes in hers, "What happened that night you wanted it, you even asked for it again, it's you who fucked me this time."

"And I should not have,"

"But you did it, you wanted it, I didn't force you to anything," he continues, then frowns, "What scares you so much?"

"That you make me suffer," she answers in a bruising voice, "Look at it, our relationship has been a failure from the beginning, we're so addicted to each other that we can do nothing but destroy ourselves."

"Everyone makes mistakes, Hayden," he says, putting a hand on her cheek. "And it would be lying that to say that there were only bad moments. You gave me the most beautiful gifts, Lily."

"And we're so selfish that we didn't even know how to protect her,"

"For her we should try again," he insists sincerely. "We have to give our relationship a chance."

"Fuck it's one thing, relive together is another,"

"I know," he answers, starting to kiss Hayden's neck gently. "I just want to spend time with you and our daughter, for the moment that's all I ask you."

"I'm going to think about it," she said simply, Oliver kissing her neck sensually, his hands starting to caress her body.

Oliver kisses her sensually, devouring her lips with passion. Their tongues tease and Hayden feels a shiver run through her body and down between her thighs. She wraps her legs around Oliver's hips and strokes his hair as he covers her neck with kisses, slowly descending his face to her breasts. She can feel his hips under the effect of excitement, his erection rubbing against her clit. His mouth coats a nipple and he sucks slowly before moving to the other breast. He covers her belly with kisses and goes down slowly until his face is between her thighs.

Hayden feels his tongue slowly tease her clit and at this moment she thinks explode so much pleasure is increased tenfold. It's been so long since she did not feel his tongue on that part of her body, that she'd even forgotten how it felt. He licks slowly, so slowly that she feels her spirit go far, far away. She strokes his hair and she looks at him. Moaning every time his tongue comes in contact with her little ball of nerves. Oliver looks up at her, without stopping his assault. His black eyes staring at hers and it does not take more for her to come on his mouth. The orgasm is small but powerful, she moans loudly, pulling his hair without doing it on purpose.

She lets her head fall on the pillow, invaded by pleasure. She feels Oliver move on her, but the orgasm still present, everything that happens around her seems far away, as if she were immersed in a deep coma. She feels Oliver's face in her neck, and he penetrates her with a hip movement, causing her a long moan of pleasure. She is so sensitive that she knows it will not take her long to come. Oliver fuck her sensually, kissing her neck, devouring her lips, sucking her nipples. She feels him so deeply inside her. He speeds up the pace, making the bed slats creak under the effect of their weight. Hayden moaned, almost plaintively. she strokes Oliver's back, slowly sliding her hands over his muscular buttocks. He fucks her harder and she feels that he touches the sore spot when a powerful orgasm invades her, cutting her breath. Turning her moans into a silent scream, she vaguely hears Oliver encouraging her by whispering things in her ear. Then he comes inside her with a satisfied moan, gives a last blow of hips before collapsing on her, shortness of breath.