All Chapters of I Never Hated You : Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

He smirked as I rubbed the back of my head and glared at him.“Besides. It only makes sense for me to have the room with the double bed. It’s not like your virgin ass is going to need more than a single.”“I’m not a virgin,” I lied, my cheeks heating as another wave of anger washed over me.“Sure, you’re not.” He crowded me against the door, pressing his chest against mine. “I know all about you and Gavin.”What? How had he found out about us?We’d dated last year. Well, dated was being generous. We’d met up and fooled around for a few months in secret while Gavin had pretended to be straight to his frat brothers.I was out and had been since I was seventeen. Gavin was in hard denial. He’d wanted to fuck, but I’d broken things off with him after a few blow jobs he’d refused to reciprocate. Being with him had been exciting at first, but it had soon become clear that I would never be more than his dirty little secret.“I know all about how you wouldn’t let him deflower you. Twenty-one y

Jules’s POVJules: where are you?Jules: answer me assholeJules: are you coming home tonightJules: I need to use the vanJules: I hate you so muchJules: answer my fucking texts asswipeJules: I’m going to piss in your bed if you’re not back by the time I wake upI read through the messages I’d sent Ash last night. I’d even tried calling him, but the asshole hadn’t answered and had just sent me to voice mail.It was two in the afternoon, and school started the next day. I’d eaten the leftover pizza from my delivery for breakfast, and I was starving. I didn’t really know how much groceries cost because I’d never had to buy them before, but I was guessing the fifty bucks in my bank account wasn’t going to go far, especially if I bought more takeout.Instead of texting Ash again, I headed into the dingy bathroom to take a shower. It didn’t have a fan, and the entire room smelled like old cigarettes and mold.Perfect. I was probably going to get some weird lung infection living here.Ig

Ash’s POVI barely made it to my bed before I shoved my hand down the front of my jeans and gripped my cock.Fuck.I pumped my hand over my shaft, my skin sliding over the copious amounts of precum. I’d always been a leaker, and it was handy when I didn’t want to stop and use lube or lotion.I flopped onto my bed, closing my eyes as I played back the scene in the hallway.I’d come home pissed off and hung over, and having Jules grill me as soon as I walked in the door had soured my already bad mood.I’d tried to ignore how his damp skin glistened in the light. How his wet hair dripped little droplets onto his shoulders, which were covered with a light dusting of freckles that my dick liked way too much. Or the fact that he was shirtless and standing there in only a pair of loose basketball shorts, his too-pretty face twisted up in anger.Angry Jules was hot as fuck.Then he’d punched me.Or at least tried to.Something inside me had snapped. I blamed my hungover and sleep deprived sta

I slid my hand up the leg of his loose shorts, and his pretty brown eyes rolled back in his head.“Well, well, well, slut. Going commando for me?” I trailed my fingertip over the length of his shaft.“Hrngh,” he moaned.“You can stop this if you want, Julian. All you have to do is say no.” I gripped him, his hot skin velvet soft against my palm.“Fuck.”“Hmmmmm, that’s right. You love this.”“I don’t.”“No?” I stroked him faster, spreading my legs so I had a bit of room to work. And to keep my dick off him so he didn’t feel how hard I was. “I can stop.”“Don’t you fucking dare.” He glared at me.I grinned and sped up my hand.“I knew you were nothing but a little slut. You like this. You like when I get you off. You don’t even care that it’s me. That you hate me.” I let go of his shaft and cupped his balls. They were big and full and so fucking perfect in my hand.“You’d spread your legs for anyone, wouldn’t you? As long as you got to lie there and they did all the work. You’re a gree

“Okay. Now tell me everything.”“I really don’t even know how to describe it.”“Start at the beginning.”“It happened when we first moved in.”“What happened?”“He kinda jerked me off.”“WHAT?”“Dude, stop screaming into your mic. You’re going to deafen me.”“You just told me that your stepbrother, the guy you hate more than anyone else in the world, and who hates you too, jerked you off. DUDE!”“Ow!”“Sorry not sorry. How the fuck did that even happen?”“I don’t even know. We’d just moved in, and he took the van overnight, and I couldn’t go to the store and had to order pizza.”“Okaaaaay.”“And he came home the next day, and I got mad that he wouldn’t giveme the keys, and I punched him.”“You punched him?”“I was pissed off. And it was only in the back.”“Wow. Okay, keep going.”“He didn’t like that, and he pinned me against the wall.”“And,” he prompted when I paused.“And then he started saying all sorts of stuff and… rubbing up on me.”“Like what kind of stuff?”My cheeks heated,