Boys and Girls, Part IV: Why I Love to Hate You

A/N: If I were really mean, this chapter would end right here...but I'm a very nice person, in fact, so here is chapter 6!

Chapter 6 – Save Tonight

Jacy immediately dropped her eyes. She couldn’t stand being looked at with such obvious malice and hatred.

“You’re a fucking comedian, aren’t you?” Tristan asked in a nasty tone.

Jacy continued to stare at the ground.

“Fucking look at me when I talk to you!” Tristan spat out.

Jacy’s eyes finally shot up. If possible, Tristan’s crystal blue eyes looked colder and more menacing than before.

“Do you enjoy making me look like a total shithead?” he asked with a very hard expression on his face.

Jacy’s first instinct was to say ‘yes,’ but she didn’t want to further ignite Tristan’s ire. The man was already trembling with rage at that moment. His grip on Jacy’s arms was so forceful that she was worried he’d bruise her.

“You’re…hurting me.”

“Tough shit!”

Jacy turned her head to avoid eye contact, but Tristan followed her eyes with his own. He got in her face enough so that Jacy could hear the heaviness of his breathing. It frightened the hell out of her.

“You’re not laughing now, are you?” he said, his lips curled into a nasty sneer. He tightened his grip on Jacy’s arms, and she whimpered in response.

“Maybe because you’ve realized that it’s not nice to make fun of other people,” he continued in a quieter voice. Terror ignited within Jacy, and as Tristan brought his mouth next to her ear, she was convinced that things were going to get much worse.

“I know how you can make it up to me though,” he whispered lustily. And then, he licked her ear before biting down softly on her lobe. Jacy gasped and fought Tristan’s strong hold on her. The bastard didn’t budge. Instead, he laughed at Jacy’s futile attempts to fight him.

“Still as feisty as ever, Jacinda. You know how much I love that.”

Jacy’s hazel eyes now glowed with rage. She instinctively brought her knee up and tried to aim it at his groin, but Tristan was onto her and effectively dodged the deathblow.

Tristan clucked his tongue and regained his hold on Jacy by grabbing her wrists. “That’s not very nice, Jacinda.”

“Stop calling me that!” she screamed back at him, even more frustrated at the fact that she couldn’t use her hands to hurt him.

“That’s your name, isn’t it?” he asked facetiously, slowly pulling her towards her bedroom.

Jacy’s eyes widened in terror as she realized what Tristan was attempting to do. She began pulling more forcefully away from Tristan and even brought her feet up to kick him in the shin. Beside the occasional grunt it elicited from him, Jacy was facing the horrible realization that she was no physical match for Tristan Carter.

Tristan must have sensed Jacy’s thoughts as pulling her into the bedroom became less of a labor. He jerked her arm so until she was deep in the bedroom and closed the door quietly behind him.

Jacy leaned back on the opposite wall and kept her eyes glued on Tristan. She was breathing heavily, having taxed herself out with fighting him. He was still smirking, however.

“Give up, did we?” he taunted.

Jacy caved and turned her head to the side. She could not bear to witness his smugness…especially in this particular situation. She could hear Tristan unbutton and whip off his white dress shirt that had been rolled up at the sleeves. From the corner of her eye, she noticed that he didn’t wear an undershirt. Why bother? Guys like Tristan Carter lived to show off their magnificent pectorals.

“Your turn,” a smug voice ordered. “I know I started with my shirt, but it really doesn’t matter what you decide to take off first, Jacinda. I don’t have a pref-

“Three Little Maids” from The Mikado sounded. It was the ring tone of Jacy’s cell phone. She jumped up to retrieve it, but Tristan got to it before her. He threw it on the ground and kicked it to the door. Jacy screamed in frustration and lunged at Tristan. He caught her easily, despite the fact that she was now clawing at him. To remedy that problem, Tristan oriented Jacy around and held her arms crossed with one of his hands. He dropped his head next to her ear again.

“Must be your ‘boyfriend’,” he teased. “Better make this fast.”

Tristan’s hands maneuvered to Jacy’s boy shorts. He easily wrenched them down with one hand amid Jacy’s protests. She twisted and screamed, but he was undeterred. Once Jacy’s bottom was completely exposed, she froze. She couldn’t believe this was happening. She felt a strong slap on her buttock, and she winced.

“Fucking A! I love that ass of yours, Jacinda.”

Jacy felt so utterly vulnerable and humiliated, and before she knew it, she felt the sting of hot tears in her eyes. As she felt Tristan begin to orient her around, she inadvertently choked up. God. She didn’t want this to happen…not like this…not with him.

“Please…”

Tristan froze and lifted his eyes to Jacy. Some of the steeliness had disappeared. He didn’t look as mean this time.

“Tristan…please…don’t do this,” Jacy mumbled out through sobs.

Jacy could’ve sworn that she detected a spark of remorse in those blue eyes of his.

“Lift your arms for me, baby,” he instructed.

Jacy’s stomach sank. She complied and felt Tristan lift the white tank over her head. Since her breasts were too big to be supported by the tank alone, Jacy still had on a white bra underneath. Her D-cups warranted the necessity of wearing a bra underneath everything. Tristan immediately when to work unhooking Jacy’s bra from the back. He never took his eyes off of her, even if she wasn’t looking directly at him.

Once Jacy’s breasts were freed, Tristan haphazardly tossed her bra next to the discarded boy shorts. He sucked in a breath.

“Jesus Christ almighty.”

Jacy covered herself as much as she could. She wasn’t sure if Tristan’s reaction to her naked body was a good or bad thing.

Tristan slowly approached. Jacy felt his warmth and gasped when his warm chest made contact with her exposed breasts. He slowly lifted Jacy’s chin, forcing her to look him directly in his eyes.

“We could both come out winners, Jacy.” He bent his head down and planted a soft, sensuous kiss on her lips. He pulled back very slightly. “Stop being so goddamn stubborn.”

Jacy could finally feel the hard-on that Tristan had been sporting since their bodies had first made contact that evening. It pushed through his pants into her soft thigh, and she gasped. Tristan’s eyes were half-lidded. His voice lowered to a husky whisper. “That’s all for you, baby.”

Jacy didn’t know whether to feel offended or flattered. She was so confused right now. Where was Ewan? Why couldn’t he swoop in at that moment and rescue her from Tristan? Or…wait…did she even want to be rescued?

As Tristan undid the button and fly to his jeans – no boxers on underneath – his large, thick cock sprang free, and Jacy’s eyes widened as she realized that she was still a virgin and that she hated Tristan Carter and that her first time – particularly her first time with a guy she detested with a passion – was not going to be the rose-tinted fantasy she had envisioned.

Just as Tristan threw his jeans on her bed, Jacy abruptly pushed at Tristan’s chest. He stumbled back, surprisingly, and Jacy got as far as twisting the doorknob of her bedroom door when Tristan’s hand shot up and shut it closed. Jacy screamed in protest. He pulled Jacy around her waist and used his free hand to cover her mouth. She was still crying out, but his hand was effectively muffling her.

Tristan slowly pulled her back with him to the bed so that she followed him step for step. His still-hard cock was probing her lower back. The tears had started again. Tristan lowered his mouth next to Jacy’s ear to soothe her.

“I’m not gonna hurt you, Jacy,” he cooed into her ear. He kissed her neck and then her cheek. “I just wanna make you come, baby. Would that be all right?” He kissed her again as he took a seat on her mattress. Jacy fell right into Tristan’s lap, and he finally let his hand fall from her mouth. He kissed her tenderly on her shoulder, and the gesture elicited a sigh of frustration from Jacy.

“Damn you Tristan Carter.”

Jacy heard a deep chuckle from behind her. “Don’t be blaming this all on me, Jacinda. You’re the one who greeted me this evening in your see-through top and panties. You can’t expect me to keep my boy down when I see you in that, can you?”

Jacy didn’t know how to respond to that. She felt Tristan lean back. She turned her head around just in time to see him fishing around his jeans pocket, one-handed. He grabbed his wallet and pulled a roll of condoms out. Jacy’s eyes widened.

“Oh my God!”

“Don’t worry, baby. I got more in my other pockets,” he teased. He tore one off and ripped the packet open with his teeth. Spitting out the torn-off bit, Tristan handed what was left back to Jacy.

“Would you do the honors, Jacinda?”

Jacy’s jaw dropped. “What?”

“It isn’t difficult. Just pull the rubber around my glorious cock.”

Jacy regarded Tristan with a mortified expression. “You mean touch it? With…my hands?”

Tristan looked mildly irritated. “It’s not diseased, Jacinda.”

Jacy exhaled deeply. “I don’t want to do it.”

Tristan angrily pulled the condom from the wrapper himself. He pushed Jacy slightly forward as he eased the slick rubber onto his throbbing dick. Despite her supposed low opinion of his penis, Tristan had to admit that Jacy was watching the entire display with obvious fascination.

“Turn your body around,” he ordered.

“Why?” she asked innocently enough, over her bare shoulder.

“What d’you mean why? I want to see you face!” he snapped.

Jacy dropped her eyes momentarily before pushing on Tristan’s thighs to help herself up. He didn’t trust her completely yet, so he kept his hand around her waist and helped orient her around. As he sat at the edge of the bed, his bobbing cock sheathed in a greasy rubber, he found himself growing even more aroused as Jacy’s large, natural breasts stared back at him.

He raised one of his hands and grazed a thumb over her nipple. It pebbled instantly, and Jacy moaned. She gripped onto Tristan’s strong shoulders for support. He allowed his head to move forward in the direction of her other breast. He blew lightly on her other nipple, and it puckered up just like its cousin. He flicked his tongue out and drew a lazy circle around the aureole.

“Fuck, you taste good,” Tristan groaned. He licked across to the other breast and flicked his tongue out at that nipple. He closed his mouth around Jacy’s large breast and suckled on it. Jacy gasped, and Tristan couldn’t take it anymore. He pulled her forward and urged her to straddle him. He grabbed his cock and positioned it at her entrance.

“Come on, baby,” he cooed in his sexy accent. “Ain’t nothing to be afraid of.”

“It’s going to hurt,” Jacy protested.

“For a second, Jacy,” Tristan answered. “And then after that…it’s gonna feel so good, baby.”

Jacy regarded Tristan skeptically. He brought his hand up to her face and rubbed his thumb across her tear-stained cheek. Something stirred within Jacy, and she allowed her guard to be let down. She slowly moved forward and gradually lowered herself onto Tristan.

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Jesus, she’s tight. Tristan gritted his teeth as he felt the pressure from Jacy’s tight little cunt squeezing his hard cock. As Jacy took more and more of him inside of her, she whimpered loudly. Tristan felt her retreating, but he urged her further down.

“Shhh,” he whispered, touching her face lovingly. “You can do this, baby.”

Her grip tightened on his shoulder as she accepted more and more of Tristan’s dick inside of her. When she had gone as far as she could go, she instinctively rose back up, allowing Tristan to see her feminine juices glistening on the condom.

He groaned. Jacy took the initiative and lowered herself onto Tristan’s stiff cock once more. This time, she didn’t seem as shocked by the intrusion. Tristan placed his hands on either side of Jacy’s curvy middle. Jacy didn’t have the body of a supermodel or a personal trainer. He had a genuine woman with womanly curves in his possession at the moment.

She pushed herself up again and lowered herself. Jacy eventually found a comfortable rhythm and began riding Tristan’s erect penis at a slow, yet fulfilling pace. Her whimpers of pain eventually subsided into moans of pleasure, and she hooked her arms around Tristan’s neck.

Tristan just sat back for the most part. He loved seeing the whirlwind of emotions crossing Jacy’s naturally pretty features, while her eyes remained closed. He hoped that she wasn’t picturing someone else at the moment. Oh well…better be sure.

“Open your eyes.”

Jacy’s eyes opened to reveal striking orbs of hazel. She looked hypnotized, as if she was in some magnificent fantasy world and never wanted to leave. It was becoming too much for Tristan to handle, and he eventually began to meet Jacy’s slow, fluid riding with his own hard, jerky thrusts.

Jacy screamed. “Jesus, Tristan!”

“You’re driving me fucking insane Jacinda!” Tristan’s hands lowered from Jacy’s waist to her buttocks. He gripped one cheek in each of his hands and pushed her so that their thrusts became coordinated to maximize their pleasure. “Aren’t you close yet, baby?”

Jacy threw her head back. “Not…even…,” she barely managed to breathe out.

“Liar, liar,” Tristan taunted. He allowed one hand to travel back to her core. He located her tiny bud and began stroking softly with the pad of his thumb.

“Shit!” Jacy cried out.

And just like that, she shattered into a thousand pieces.

Tristan growled as he felt Jacy’s cunt walls closing in around his cock. He had never been with a woman who had orgasmed so hard in his life. It made him feel pretty damn good about his abilities, but more than that, he wondered if Jacinda Hewitt was some kind of special…few women truly enjoyed sex the way this particular girl seemed to.

Okay. Now it was his turn. Tristan tightly gripped Jacy’s ass and rose to his feet. He turned around and set Jacy on the bed so that he loomed over her. His dick was still planted inside of her – he enjoyed the warmth and wetness so much that he never wanted to pull out.

Tristan began pumping his hips. His slicked-up cock disappeared into and reappeared out of Jacy’s tight, wet pussy. He cupped Jacy’s face with his hand as he continued to thrust into her. Each subsequent thrust became more forceful and the intervals between thrusts shortened until Tristan was pumping in and out of Jacy like a sex-crazed maniac.

“Fuck…I’m gonna come,” Tristan breathed out harshly. Jacy regarded Tristan with an indescribable intensity that went straight to his heart. Here he was…about to make a soulful connection with a girl that he thought he didn’t like. Maybe…Jacy Hewitt wasn’t so bad after all.

Tristan let out a primal roar as he climaxed. He kept his sheathed dick inside of Jacy as he came in his condom and fell on top of her. His head fell heavily onto her shoulder. He breathed in the sweet scent of her long, brown hair – vanilla was it? When he finally mustered up an ounce of strength, he turned his head to the side and kissed Jacy on the cheek.

“Fucking amazing woman,” he whispered with a chuckle.

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A/N: Okay, so they've had sex...story's over...PSYCH!