Series: Say Something Book One
Author: Juliet Arya
Genre: Contemporary/NA Romance
Release Date: August 14, 2020
I push. She pulls.
I run. She chases.
I leap. She follows.
I fight. She always wins.
Even when we didn’t know the meaning of love, we’ve always belonged together.
The first time we met, she saw me naked. Then, she grabbed my balls while I howled in pain.
That should have been my clue—this girl has owned my balls since day one. But, nah, I am not that bright with matters of the heart.
I had to go and make things complicated.
She is my little sister’s best friend. Growing up, she hung around my house and turned into the bane of my existence. Infiltrating my privacy, claiming me as hers.
To get rid of her, I came up with a combat strategy. Every time she tried to talk to me, I would say, “I don’t like you.” And that would shut her up.
Now, after years of her persistence and teasing, I want to make her mine.
But this time, she is the one playing hard to get.
Two sexually frustrated adults with one finish line. What can go wrong? Apparently, a lot.
Don’t Like You is a coming-of-age story that follows a childhood crush into adulthood, filled with sexual banter and hot moments in between.
“What are you doing?” she asks in a high-pitched, breathy voice.
“We should have sex.”
“What? You … you are out of your mind.” She is still studying my body. Her tongue quickly peeks out, licking her lower lip.
We want the same thing, sweetheart. Sooner or later, you will agree that you are mine.
“It’s a shame I wasted so many hours at the gym. I worked so hard on my body just for the pleasure of your eyes. I wanted you to enjoy the view when we got naked. See how considerate I am? Always considering the future. Always thinking about you. I am going to die celibate anyway. Might as well give me some pity sex one last time before we break up. Seven-point-five inches of prime meat inside that sweet pussy of yours.”
She gulps. “I … I … don’t you dare take your pants off. I know what you are doing.”
“Really? What do you think I am doing?”
“Seducing me.”
“Is it working?” I know it is.
“I am not having sex with you.”
“Okay, fine, no sex. You owe me a blow job. One blow job, and we are even.”
“Wait. Can you please stop touching yourself like that? How do I owe you a blow job?”
She shuts her eyes and then shakes her head like she is trying to get rid of an image in her mind. “Whatever you are doing is not working,” she says, but I can see the rise and fall of her chest.
I can’t help but grin. “Okay, I have another proposition. Will you change your mind if I offer my services instead of asking you for yours? Let me eat your pussy nonstop for the next twenty-four hours, and we will call it even.”
A gasp escapes her lips, and I can see a pounding pulse throb on her neck. I want to lick that long neck of hers and suck on her pulse. She squeezes her legs together and swallows. My cock stirs in my pants. I am sporting a semi. My body knows when she is ready. This is us.
“We should have sex.”
“What? You … you are out of your mind.” She is still studying my body. Her tongue quickly peeks out, licking her lower lip.
We want the same thing, sweetheart. Sooner or later, you will agree that you are mine.
“It’s a shame I wasted so many hours at the gym. I worked so hard on my body just for the pleasure of your eyes. I wanted you to enjoy the view when we got naked. See how considerate I am? Always considering the future. Always thinking about you. I am going to die celibate anyway. Might as well give me some pity sex one last time before we break up. Seven-point-five inches of prime meat inside that sweet pussy of yours.”
She gulps. “I … I … don’t you dare take your pants off. I know what you are doing.”
“Really? What do you think I am doing?”
“Seducing me.”
“Is it working?” I know it is.
“I am not having sex with you.”
“Okay, fine, no sex. You owe me a blow job. One blow job, and we are even.”
“Wait. Can you please stop touching yourself like that? How do I owe you a blow job?”
She shuts her eyes and then shakes her head like she is trying to get rid of an image in her mind. “Whatever you are doing is not working,” she says, but I can see the rise and fall of her chest.
I can’t help but grin. “Okay, I have another proposition. Will you change your mind if I offer my services instead of asking you for yours? Let me eat your pussy nonstop for the next twenty-four hours, and we will call it even.”
A gasp escapes her lips, and I can see a pounding pulse throb on her neck. I want to lick that long neck of hers and suck on her pulse. She squeezes her legs together and swallows. My cock stirs in my pants. I am sporting a semi. My body knows when she is ready. This is us.
Juliet lives in a house of chaos surrounded by the humans she loves. Her skill set includes drinking but never getting drunk, cooking hearty dinners and day dreaming while lusting after hot book boyfriends. She loves romantic rainy day picnics and good innuendoes with equal measure. ‘Don’t Like You’ is her first book.
HOSTED BY:
You must log in to post a comment.