Hate Sex

"So," she asked, "your place or mine?"

I cocked my head to the side and grazed my eyes up and down her body, taking her in.

"Neither," I breathed.

She looked a little confused at first, and that confusion turned to anger as she misinterpreted my words. Before she could start an argument – the gods know that's what she was best at – I brought my lips back to hers. Moments later she broke it off.

"Percy, what in the world do you think – ," I cut her off again by putting my finger to her lips and telling her to shush. I was in no mood to hear her speak, not when her mouth had better things to be doing. Then I grabbed her by the arm and dragged her alongside me into the nearest ally.

"Percy what do you think you're doing dragging me here?" She demanded.

"There's no way I'm waiting till we get to an apartment, mine or yours, to fuck you," I growled.

"Why not? What's the difference if we fuck now or ten minutes later?"

"Because I wont hate you as much as I do now ten minutes later," I whispered in her ear.

I could almost feel the shivers that went down her spine in that moment. She looked as if she were trying with all her might to hold back a whimper. Then a split second later she regained herself.

"If you think," she spat, "that I'm going to let you fuck me in a dark ally in Manhattan you are terribly mistaken."

"Oh, trust me darling," I assured her, shoving her against the wall behind her, "You will."

I grabbed her by the hair and spun her around so that her face was now pressed up against the wall and I was pressed up against her. I slid my hand around her waist and let it travel down to her thighs, teasing her. I slid my other hand up to the neckline of her tank top and pulled it down with the cup of her bra, exposing her right breast. I lightly grazed my thumb over her nipple, and she let out a breath it seemed she had been holding for a while. Her hand came up and glided over the side of my face, finding my hair and entangling her fingers in it. Then she pulled hard, bringing my face as close to hers as possible, and hissed, "I hate you."

I swear to the gods the kiss that followed was more violent than any war I may have fought in the past. She moaned into my mouth as I rubbed her through her underwear. I used the same hand that was between her legs to keep her pressed up against me, my erection grinding her from behind. Then, all of a sudden her hand shot down inside pants and groped me, sending shockwaves throughout my body. The pleasure was so sudden, my whole body jerked.

"Ow!" She exclaimed, breaking away from the kiss, "You bit me!"

"Does it hurt?" I asked.

"Yes," she retorted.

"Good."

I resumed our kiss. I could taste her blood in my mouth – it was hot.

I turned her around so that she was backed up against the wall once again. I brought my lips down to her neck and let my mouth explore everything from her chin to her breasts as she let out soft breathy moans. Then my tongue slowly traveled downward, until I was kneeling down in front of her. I grabbed one leg, swung it over my shoulder and began to kiss the inside of her thighs and every inch of her white lace underwear within my reach.

I took the section of her underwear that was covering her crotch and pulled it aside to reveal her wet, pink skin. I immediately began to lick, suck and tongue fuck her.

"Fuck yes," her moans began to get louder, "oh gods, show me how much you fucking hate me!"

I attached my lips to her clit and began to finger fuck her as fast as I could. Just when I felt her walls tighten around my index and middle finger, I pulled away.

"Oh gods!" she yelled out, "No way are you gonna do this to me twice!"

I had never seen Annabeth look this frustrated – and this was Annabeth we were talking about, so that was saying something. I smirked at her.

"Turn back around and bend over for me," I told her.

She raised an eyebrow at me, "And why would I do anything for you?"

"Because," I brought my face so close to her's that my lips grazed her's as I spoke, "you want me to make you cum."

"True," she admitted, "but that's not reason enough for me to follow the orders of the likes of you."

"Turn around Annabeth," my voice was rough.

"Make me," she whispered.

I was more than happy to oblige. I grabbed her by her hair again and spun her around, shoving her head down so that she bent over in front of me. I unbuckled my belt and pulled my jeans and underwear down just enough to let my erection spring free. I looped a finger around Annabeth's panties and yanked them down. Almost immediately after, my shaft was buried balls deep inside her. She let out a low, sweet moan. I started to move, and soon enough the sound of skin slapping against skin was sharp and clear.

"Harder," Annabeth gasped between moans, "oh gods, fuck me harder, faster."

In response to her request, I decided to slow down. I was essentially torturing myself, but it was worth it to hear Annabeth cry out in frustration.

I slid my hands up her spine, giving her goosebumps that even I could feel, and entangled my fingers in her wild mess of blonde hair. I yanked her head up so that she was now standing straight, her back pressed up against my chest, my cock still filling her up.

I brought my lips to her ear and whispered, "Beg me."

I let both my hands find their way to her breasts and I began to massage them. The only sound for the next few moments was our heavy breathing. Annabeth wouldn't speak. I decided to provoke her.

I brought a finger down to brush over her clit, as lightly as possible, over and over again. Slowly she began to whimper, and slowly those whimpers turned into soft moans. And then I pinched her hard, and held it there. Her moans turned into little shrieks and squeals as she began to lose it.

Soon Annabeth was stumbling over her own words trying to form a cohesive sentence. I removed my hand from her clit, and she let out an exasperated groan.

"Percy," she breathed, "oh gods, just... Oh gods, I... Percy..."

"As much as it turns me on to see you like this Annabeth," I purred, amused, "I'm gonna need to hear you say it."

She was quiet.

"Say it," I urged.

"Fuck me," she mumbled, barely forming the words in her mouth at all. She needed one last push.

"Sorry, what was that?" I slipped my cock out of her only to shove it back in seconds later, hard, causing Annabeth to cry out.

"Fuck me!" she yelled out this time, "I beg you Percy, fuck me stupid!"

In no time I was pounding into her again from behind, her face inches from mine, my hand wrapped around her neck. Neither of us was able to tame the noises coming out of our mouths – not that we were really trying.

Finally, Annabeth's walls tightened around me, which had me losing my mind as she screamed my name out into the night. I pulled out just in time, and then turned Annabeth around to face me.

"On your knees," I ordered her.

By some miracle, she did as I asked without question and opened her mouth for me to release my load into. She swallowed every bit of cum that landed in her pretty little mouth.

She stood back up and we began to straighten up our clothes.

As we dressed ourselves properly, I found myself letting out a small chuckle.

"What's so funny?" Annabeth asked.

"Nothing really," I said, "just, twelve year old me never would have even dreamed that nine years down the line I'd be having hate sex with Annabeth Chase in a dark, shady alley."

"Well, if we're being honest, you must have at least dreamed about it," she smirked.

I couldn't help but laugh at that.

"You know, come to think of it I probably did," I admitted. That made her laugh.

And that's when I realized how long it had been since I had actually heard her laugh – and how much I missed it.

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