by Jenna Scott
I have a lot of experience, yeah, but this girl is different. Camilla’s giving herself to me because she trusts me, because she cares about me, because she wants us to be together in every way possible. It’s not just to scratch an itch or to get her mind off of things. Actually, I guess this is new territory for me too.
I’ve never seen a girl come the way she just did. She totally lost control, and I could feel her cunt clenching around my fingers, so tight, squeezing in these hard little contractions. It was so hot, I almost lost it right along with her.
The aftershocks are still running through her when I ease my fingers out. Her breath is short and shallow, and then she’s smiling as she takes in a big gulp of air, dark eyes glazed, hair in disarray. Sexy as anything, and she’s not even trying.
A sweet sigh leaves her when I kiss the inside of her thigh and climb back up beside her, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear as I tell her, “That was really hot.”
“You made me come,” she whispers, sounding almost amazed.
I have to laugh. “Yeah. I did. You want me to do it again, or do you need a break?”
Without answering, she crawls on top of me and starts kissing me. Ravenously.
My dick’s practically jumping in my pants with the way she’s sliding her tongue around inside my mouth. Her body is warm against mine, and the muscles on my abdomen tense when she trails her hand down, under my pajamas and boxers, and grabs me. Her fingers are hot, her grip firm. All the time I spent licking her has taken its toll.
“Milla,” I growl, a feral sound. “You don’t have to—”
“I want to,” she says, tugging my pants down, and I know she’s thinking about the same thing I am. “Let me put my mouth on you.”
She takes my cock in her hand, giving me a long lick from balls to tip, then wraps her lips around the head and starts sucking softly. When I let out a harsh breath, cussing softly, she pulls back, looking bashful.
“Was that wrong? I—I don’t know what I’m doing,” she admits.
I can’t stop a quiet laugh from spilling out. “There’s no wrong way, I can promise you that. Just, here.” Gently, I move her hand down to the base and instruct her, “All you have to do is try to fit as much of me in your mouth as you can.”
“Is that a challenge?” she asks.
“It doesn’t have to be,” I say.
“I accept.”
With that, she opens up, lowering her mouth on me, lips closing tight around my shaft. With a shudder, I hold her head in my hands and slowly pump back and forth, thrusting as softly as I can. Camilla’s kind of right; she doesn’t know what she’s doing. But I don’t care. This feels good because it’s her. And I know she’ll get better.
“Now suck it,” I tell her, breathing hard, adrenaline racing through me. “Suck that cock.”
Suddenly, she stops and pulls back.
“Are you okay?” I ask.
From the panicked look on her face, I suddenly get the impression she’s trying to do the math of how we’re going to fit together. Truth be told, I’m a little worried too. I’ve been with virgins before, but the last thing I want is to hurt her.
I brush the hair away from her face. “Talk to me. What are you thinking?”
“I’m too embarrassed,” Milla answers, looking down, still squeezing my cock.
“It’s okay. You can say it.”
“It’s just...” She swallows as she moves her hand up and down, treading way more dangerous ground than she realizes and making me groan. “Intimidating.”
“Are you afraid it will hurt?” I can’t believe what I’m about to say, but I’m not into having sex unless Camilla wants it as much as I do. “We don’t have to do this, if you’re not ready.”
Milla shakes her head. “I’m ready. I want to.”
I kiss her uncertainty away. “It’s all right. Come here.” I sit up and bring her to my lap, and when she’s distracted from my kissing her, I slip a finger back inside her. “See?” I kiss her jaw as I add another finger. “You’re already so wet. So soft.”
I’m trying to reassure her, but it’s turning me on beyond belief. Her body’s trembling again, and the sounds my fingers make inside her fill the room.
She buries her face against my neck and says, “You’re a lot bigger than two fingers.”
“Okay. Then how does this feel…”
I push a third finger in, drawing a gasp from her lips. Milla falls into me, and her teeth close on my shoulder, muffling her moan. I can’t tell if it’s a good moan or if she’s in pain. I kiss her cheek, worried. “Is it okay?”
She nods, starting to move her hips in time with my strokes as if to tell me to keep going, clinging to me as she licks and kisses my neck. My hand’s dripping with her juices now, and as I press her clit with my thumb, she groans my name.
Then she looks up at me with half-lidded eyes, lips swollen and parted. “I want you. Now.”
“I want you too,” I tell her.
I’m kissing her harder, my cock brushing the slick V between her legs. She’s wetter now, even more ready, and she wraps her hand around me and asks, “Do you have a…?”
“Condom. Yeah.”
I have never put one on faster. Once I’m ready, I pull her back on top of me, my tip pressed against her opening, my fingers digging into her hips. Although I want nothing more than to thrust up into her, I wait. And honestly, I should be getting a medal for this restraint because she’s hot, and dripping, and her eyes are begging.
“Yes?” I ask, rocking my hips a little so my cock teases her just a tiny bit.
These things never meant much to me before, but I know if I do this, if I take her, she will be tied to me forever.
No matter what happens next, I will always be her first.
With a shuddering breath, Milla shifts her position, and I stop breathing as I feel myself start to sink inside her.
“Yes,” she says, and lowers her weight onto me with a gasp.
I’m about halfway in when she stops, and I go still, holding her against me as she takes deep breaths. She’s so tight, and I can feel her tensing up around my dick.
I kiss her to distract her. “Relax. There’s no rush.”
“Easier said than done,” she whimpers. “I want to ride you.”
She lets herself slide farther onto me, and this time I’m the one gasping.
At this rate, I’m going to come before I’m all the way in. I twist my hips, moving my cock side to side instead of deeper, letting her get used to the feeling. She feels good. So fucking good, but I know better than to lose control right now.
“Ooh,” she moans, shuddering. Glad I’m doing something right.
Then, suddenly, as her tongue traces mine, Milla drops the rest of the way onto me in a flash, impaling herself on my dick. We both moan, and I close my eyes, not moving, not doing anything other than holding her, holding on to the single thread of control she hasn’t cut. She’s panting hard on top of me, and I let out a breath.
I’m finally fully inside her. She’s mine now, all of her, and despite her fears, we fit like we’re meant to be together.
I thrust up a little, testing the waters, and get lost in the sound of her moans. Lost in the way she feels, so hot and soft, and how her nails dig into my back, pleasure and pain mixing together in a heady cocktail. She says my name, and I say hers, over and over because she’s all there is. We start to move together slowly, mouths meeting clumsily as little by little we find a rhythm.
She looks so dick-drunk, I have to ask, “How does it feel, Milla?”
“Good…” Smiling lazily, she pants, “You can go harder.”
“Harder?”
“Yes.”
And here I was trying to be gentle.
I shift our position so she’s under me now, then lift one of her legs and slam inside her as hard as I can. Her pussy molds to me to perfection. It feels incredible.
“Good?” I ask.
“Yeah,” she pants.<
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“It’s so fucking hot inside you,” I say, and she clenches around me like she’s trying to milk me for all I’m worth, but I don’t want this to end yet. I want to feel her more, to ruin her more. Through clenched teeth, I tell her, “Please. Try not to do that.”
“I can’t help it,” she says. “It’s too good, I can’t relax…”
“You just have to—”
But whatever I was going to say gets lost when she tightens again. I let out a groan, and when she wraps her legs around my hips, I sink even deeper. She pulls me in for a kiss, and I can’t stop myself anymore. I pump faster and harder, giving her what she asked for, looking down at her, lush mouth open, tits bouncing, moans pitching higher and higher, waiting for the moment she comes apart so I can follow.
“You’re all I want, Milla,” I tell her, feeling myself start to lose it. “Just you. I want to be with you. I—” There’s more, but before I can say anything else, she’s gasping my name again, so loud I’m relieved there’s nobody home to hear us.
“Hunter,” she says, digging her nails into my ass to pull me into her even deeper. “Hunter, yes, please, yes…”
“Come for me,” I coax her, now that I know she needs someone to draw it out of her. “Come for me, baby, let it go, just come. Come.”
She’s looking up at me, meeting my every thrust as she takes the full length of me inside her. I’m barely hanging on when I feel the moment she tightens up, her eyes fluttering shut as she moans out her orgasm, bucking in my arms.
“I’m coming, Hunter.” She’s mumbling, gasping for air, back arching as the pleasure radiates through her, wave after wave. “Come with me.”
I drive into her one last time, fully letting go, and I can hear myself groaning as I come inside her, harder and deeper than I ever have before.
Chapter Forty-Three
Camilla
It’s morning when I wake up in Hunter’s bed.
My eyes open to sunlight streaming into the room, his solid body heat pressed against me from behind. His breath fans the back of my neck, and his arm is draped over my waist, holding me to him even as he sleeps.
Closing my eyes against the brightness, I let myself snuggle into this lazy Sunday comfort for a bit. Flashes of what we did last night replay in my head, and I feel myself blush when I remember it all. Though I’d assumed Hunter would know what he was doing, given the amount of practice he’s had, I hadn’t expected it to be the mind-numbing flurry of hunger and pleasure it turned out to be. I still can’t believe I came with him inside me, looking down at me like I was a goddess. It was so intimate. So intense. It’s still unreal when I think about it.
I already want to do it again.
There’s a soreness between my legs, almost like a bruise inside, but the more I dwell on what happened, the more that soreness turns into a fiery ache. I need more of him, need to feel him inside. We’re both still naked, and the feel of his warm skin against me is doing questionable things to my head.
I wonder if he’s turned me into a sex addict just like I feared, if he’s somehow awakened this singular drive to get my world rocked again. Either way, I’m ready.
Slowly, so as not to wake him, I turn to look at him. He looks unguarded when he sleeps, his lashes fanning his cheeks, his lips slightly open. Too appealing for me not to lean in and kiss him softly.
Hunter’s arm stirs, and his eyes open lazily, focusing on me.
“Morning, beautiful. I think I could get used to this.” A smile stretches across his lips as he touches them to mine. “Sleep well?”
The tips of our noses brush as I nod. “Better than I have in a really long time.”
“Same.” Hunter shifts to cover me and threads our fingers together. “We should do it again sometime.”
“Sometime?” I repeat before he brings his mouth on mine again. His dick presses against the inside of my thigh, hard and ready, telling me exactly what he means by sometime. Reaching down to trace the tip with my finger, I tease, “What is this?”
“What did you expect? You were lying naked next to me all night.” He kisses me deeply this time. His hand slips between my legs, where I’m shockingly wet already. Finding that out makes him smile. “Hmm. Seems like you want it too.”
I slap his bicep, which was a mistake. He has really nice arms—he has a really nice everything—and all of that was wrapped up either around me or in me last night. And the way he’s touching me now, stroking my opening with his fingertips, is reminding me of how good he made me feel, and how careful he was, how respectful.
“I’m ready for round two,” I say.
He kisses the side of my neck several times, laughing a little. “Really?”
“Really,” I moan. “And then let’s eat something because I’m starving.”
“Oh, you’re starving all right,” he jokes. His hands are traveling all over my body, lighting up a fire wherever they go. My body becomes unbearably hot, the tension ratcheting up, and I want to do the same to him, so I do what worked last time and squeeze that monster dick of his, brushing my thumb around the slick wetness at the tip. I still can’t believe all of this was in me and I didn’t break in two.
Hunter’s breath catches, and with a serious look, he starts getting clever with his fingers on my clit, squeezing and releasing over and over again until I’m drenched and squirming, my hips undulating of their own volition. He’s just rolled over to reach for the condom drawer when a knock on the door freezes the both of us. I watch, helpless, as whoever’s on the other side jiggles the knob.
“Hunter, unlock the door,” a deep male voice says from the other side. It has to be his dad. Shit.
The relief at knowing he’s not walking in on us doesn’t last long. We exchange a panicked look before jolting apart and diving to the floor to grab for our clothes. I find my shoes, top, shorts, and panties, but no bra. I frantically scan the room, but it’s nowhere to be seen.
“Where did you chuck it?” I whisper, wiggling into my shorts.
“Doesn’t matter, you need to hide.” Hunter gestures at the bed and for me to get under. I shake my head. I feel like some shameful secret he’s trying to hide. He comes over and grabs my hand. “Please, just get under. Five minutes.”
“Get yourself up! It’s past noon.” Mr. Beck bangs on the door again, his voice getting louder with exasperation. “We have to talk.”
“Be right there,” Hunter says, then nods toward the bed again with pleading eyes and pressed lips. Without much choice and not wanting Mr. Beck to catch me in here, I crawl under the heavy wood frame, still naked from the waist up. At least the blue carpet is soft on my back, even if it’s a little dusty under here, meaning my mom hasn’t been cleaning this place properly, and for some reason it pisses me off further than I already am. Hiding under the bed to hide from his dad—this is what my life’s come to.
I hear a long sigh from Hunter before he turns the lock. “Morning, Dad.”
There’s a long pause. “You have to stop wasting your weekends sleeping.”
“Yeah, well…long night,” Hunter says and yawns. “What is it?”
I look at the bed frame above me, wishing they’d hurry up. The carpet is starting to itch, prickling against my skin.
Mr. Beck says, “I made a few calls after looking into what you told me about, and it’s all taken care of. You don’t have to worry anymore.”
A crease instantly forms between my brows. The only person I can think of who Hunter worries about enough to bring his father in to solve a problem for is Harrison. Is something wrong? Is this about the marks on his arm? And if so, why didn’t Hunter tell me anything about it?
“Can we discuss this some other time?” Hunter mutters, his words almost lost in the short distance between where he stands at the door and where I lie under the bed.
“There’s nothing to discuss, son. It’s a done deal. As soon as I let the committee know what you told me about Camilla’s history at her last school, they immediately too
k her off the list.” There’s a pause, and I feel my chest crack under the weight of what I’ve just heard, my whole body gone ice cold. “So you can rest assured, the Reed will stay safe. It’s like you try so hard to help the disadvantaged in this life, but then those are the exact people who try to manipulate the system and ruin things for everybody—”
“Dad, stop.” Hunter’s voice has gone steely. “Let’s just talk about it later.”
“Well, I just wanted you to know she won’t get the scholarship.”
I hear Mr. Beck’s footsteps fade away, and I realize my future has just imploded. My hopes and dreams—destroyed.
All because of Hunter Beck.
Things look bleak for Hunter and Camilla, but they aren’t over yet. Read the next part of their story in This Hurt.
Camilla didn’t know anything could feel like This Hurt…
Camilla thought she’d left her past behind. Leaving public school for the elite halls she walks now should have been her fresh start. Her chance to be the girl she wants to be, not the girl other people think she is—most of all, to be the girl for Hunter Beck.
But she can’t seem to outrun the rumors that chase her, and she’s starting to lose hope she ever will.
The year is quickly drawing to a close. The future she’s been working towards seems farther away than ever before. Hunter and his father wield the power, she’s always known that. Her mother never misses an opportunity to remind her, either. Fighting for what she wants while staying true to her heart seems impossible.
As her past and her future rush toward a collision, Camilla is no longer sure what her heart wants.
Should she leave everything behind and live the life she’s been dreaming of for years?
Or should she throw it all away for the love of a boy she shouldn't trust—Hunter Beck?
Get This Hurt here.