Between Love and Hate

Be Very Quiet

*Violet's POV*

When I feel my phone buzzing on the desk behind my head, I attempt to lift my arm up to turn it off but find myself trapped in Kane’s arms. The more I attempt to free an arm, the more he seems to hold on. 

“Kane,” I whisper. “Kane, wake up.” Nothing. I turn my head to the side and bite gently on his shoulder since my arms are stuck between us and my top leg is pinned in between his legs. His eyes snap open and he says, “What?”

“Alarm.” He reaches one hand up and shuts it off and then brings his arm back down around me. 

“Did you just bite me, Violet?”

“You gave me no choice,” I say but snuggle my head back into his chest.

“Uh huh sure.” We lie there for several more minutes when Stella’s alarm goes off. I hear the blanket shuffle a little as she groans and the alarm stops and she goes silent again.

“Okay, I gotta get up now,” I tell Kane but he just tightens his grip on me even more.

“Just skip it. Stay here. Take a day to relax,” he says.

“I caaan’t. I should go to class.”

“Listen to him Vi, one day isn’t going to kill you. Besides, if you skip, I’ll feel less bad about skipping too.”

“Ugh, you guys are such bad influences on me,” I groan but relax back into Kane. If I’m being honest, I didn’t really want to get up anyway. I had to at least pretend I was going to go though. Not even 5 minutes later, I hear Stella softly snoring.

Kane starts to rub little circles on my back and I feel wetness starting to form in my underwear. I attempt to clench my thighs together, forgetting that one of my legs is pinned in between his and end up basically just grinding my hips against his which is the opposite of helpful as I feel him harden against me.

He clamps down on my leg with his and whispers, “I’m going to need you to stop doing that.” Hearing the huskiness in his tone does nothing but add fuel to the fire that’s started to spread over my skin. 

“I’m trying,” I whisper into his chest but I still can’t stop myself from squirming. His fingers dig into my hips more to the point where I'm pretty sure he’s leaving bruises but it somehow feels amazing.

“Violet,” He warns and I don't think I’ve ever heard my name sound that good; between his accent and the vibration of his chest under my hands, I can’t hold back the little whine that escapes my mouth. 

“Okay, okay. I’ll give you what you want, but only if you promise me you’ll be very quiet. Can you do that for me?” I tilt my head back to meet his eyes and I’m fairly certain mine are almost as black as his are. I nod my head.

He removes his hand from me and pulls the covers completely over both of us and then pushes me gently onto my back, his other arm still beneath my head. He slips his hand underneath my shirt and starts drawing slow circles up my stomach. When his knuckle grazes the bottom of my breast, I shiver and then he moves it up to circle my n****e and it sends a shock of pleasure straight to my core. I arch my back into his hand and my eyes flutter closed. 

I feel his lips against the side of my neck and I tilt my head to give him better access. I let out a small moan and he stops moving and says, “What did I say about being quiet?”

I clamp my mouth shut and he says, “Good girl,” and then continues his slow torture. He moves his hand back down my stomach and slips it underneath my pajama shorts and then starts dragging them down my hip bones. I lift my hips up to make it easier for him and then kick them off my legs.

He trails his hand up my thigh and stops right before where I actually want him to be and then drags it back down my other thigh.

“Kane, please,” I whisper, gripping onto his leg with my hand.

“Shh, patience darling.” I shiver again and bite down on my bottom lip to try and stay quiet. Finally, when he brings his hand up this time he slides his finger up my core and I grip his hip harder as my hips move up into his palm. 

I release my grip and start to slide it down the waistband of his underwear and I feel his stomach muscles clench under my hand. 

“What are you doing,” he says into my ear.

“I wanna touch you,” I say quietly, surprising even myself. I don’t think I’ve ever felt this kind of desire before in my entire life and I’ve certainly never said something like that out loud. I reach the middle and when I run my hand along him, I hear him breathe in sharply. I circle my fingers around him and start pumping slowly, like he did to me earlier. 

When he slips two fingers inside me I momentarily forget what I’m doing before continuing my slow motion up and down, circling my thumb around the tip each time I make it to the top. As he slides his fingers in and out, curling them up slightly, I try to match his rhythm with my hand. Our chests are both heaving up and down at the same pace and I feel the pressure inside me grow. 

“Are you ready?” he asks and I nod into his chest. He starts circling his thumb around my c**t and I clamp my teeth down on my bottom lip, burying my face into his chest as I come around his fingers. I him groan against the pillow, has his d**k pulses and the warm liquid coats my hand. 

I roll my head back so that it’s resting on his bicep and I turn my neck up to look him in the eyes. I suddenly have another strange, uncharacteristic urge, and I bring my fingers up to my mouth and start to lick them clean. His eyes follow my tongue and I watch his pupils dilate again and he whispers, “f*****g hell.” 

Once my fingers are clean, I drop my arm to my stomach and he brings his hand up to my throat just under my chin, capturing my jaw in his hand and then gently presses a kiss to my lips. I was expecting him to be rough like the other times, but he’s so tender it makes my heart leap a little.

He pulls his hand away and I find myself suddenly very sleepy. I roll onto my side, facing him again and my eyes start to close.

“Tired?” he asks gently.

“Mhm,” I mumble. He strokes his hand through my hair and says something else but I don’t hear what it is because I’ve already begun drifting off.