by Celia Loren
I can feel how wet I am against his hand, and he leans down to murmur in my ear, "You're gorgeous, Britt." I tilt my face up to kiss him, and am overwhelmed by a feeling of rightness. I made a good choice. Everything in me is telling me that I'm meant to be here with Hunter right now.
I slowly turn my body toward him, and feel him withdraw his fingers. I push my underwear to the ground, and then reach forward and pull his boxer-briefs away from his stomach and then down to the plush carpet. He steps out of them, and as I straighten back up, I'm again confronted with his size. Surely it can't be even bigger than the last time I saw him naked, but now I'm thinking about how he'll fit inside me.
"It might hurt some," he warns me, reading the expression in my eyes. "Even for women who aren't virgins, it can be...overwhelming."
"I know. I did research," I tell him.
He grins. "Of course you did." He takes my hand again and leads me to the bed and pulls down the duvet cover. I climb onto the sheets and move over to give him room. He lies down next to me, and slides his hand over my bare stomach. "I want to make you as ready as possible," he says, bending down and sucking my nipple into his mouth.
I gasp, and arch into his warmth. "I think I'm ready."
He stops and looks up at me with a wicked look in his dark brown eyes. "I want to make you beg for it."
I shiver with anticipation, and he moves down my stomach. His lips kiss and nip over my belly button, and then he's breathing on my mound. I grip the sheets as he takes a long lick of me and then flicks his tongue back and forth. He presses two fingers inside me again, and I can feel him purposefully rounding them against my interior walls, stretching me as much as possible.
He begins to thrust them in and out as he circles me faster and faster with his tongue. What he's doing feels amazing, but now that I know there's the possibility of more…
"Hunter, please," I breathe. "I need you. Please," I beg.
He grunts, and a long arm shoots out to his bedside table. There's a pause, and then his head lifts. He has an alarmed look in his eyes, and he moves to the edge of the bed, feeling around desperately.
"Fuck!" he swears. "I'm such an idiot. I don't have girls over here that much and…"
"What?" I frown, feeling dazed and not comprehending what he's talking about.
"I don't have any more condoms."
"My wallet!" I realize. "In my purse," I explain, pointing to where I dropped it by his bedroom door. Thank god I kept a condom when they handed them out during health class in high school. His eyes light up and he practically springs out of bed. He digs through it, and a moment later triumphantly holds up a small black square. As he walks back over to the bed, he rips it open with his teeth and I watch wonderingly as he rolls the latex down his length.
More slowly, he slips back onto the bed and kisses me. He gently rolls on top of me, keeping almost all his weight on his elbows, and I feel his cock against my stomach. He pulls his mouth away from mine, and reaches down to hold his shaft in one hand, guiding it to my opening.
Our eyes meet, and it's not just lust I see in his. There's care, and concern, and excitement.
I feel the head of his cock against my slit, and then a ton of pressure. I feel him hold for a second, and then he keeps going. My mouth drops open and I gasp.
"Fuck, that hurts," I murmur, as tears spring to my eyes.
"We should stop," he replies, but I grab his muscular arm.
"Don't you dare," I whisper fiercely, and he smiles.
"You sure?"
"It'll feel good soon, right?"
"That's the idea," he whispers. Without moving his torso, he reaches his arm down and pulls my knees further apart, and then brings a finger back to my clit. I moan as he rubs me there, and feel him thrust in a little further. There's another almost blinding rush of pain in my body, and he stops.
He keeps going like this, moving haltingly and making sure that I'm okay before he proceeds. Finally, I feel his hips pressing against mine, and look down. There's not a millimeter of air between our bodies.
"Well, Britt McKay, you're officially not a virgin," he whispers. I giggle, and wrap my arms around the back of his neck. He opens his lips to mine, and our tongues dance together as I feel him move his hips in a small circle. I jump and pull my mouth away as an unfamiliar feeling of pleasure moves from deep inside me.
"That's different," I breathe, my eyes wide.
"That's nothing," he grunts, then slowly pulls back out. He pulls his cock out until only his head is inside me, and then moves in again. There's a stinging sensation now, but the sharp pain is much less. Again, he moves out and in, and then again and again.
It feels like he's stoking a fire deep inside me with every thrust. I want him to keep going, so I lift my hips and curl them toward his. He hits inside me at a slightly different angle, and by his sharp intake of breath, I know he felt it, too.
He props himself up a little higher on one elbow and looks down at me as with his other hand, he takes my knee and pulls it up higher and then pins it against the mattress. With his next thrust, I let out a small cry.
"I didn't know it could feel like this," I confess, as I press my hips against his. I want to feel him deeper, harder.
"Me neither," he groans, and slams his body into mine. I reach my hands above my head and press my palms flat onto his headboard. He's driving into me hard and fast now, and I need to stabilize myself against him. Every thrust inside me feels like it could push me over the edge. His neck muscles are bulging out, and I can tell he's waiting for me to come before he allows himself to.
I close my eyes, and as though from far away, I hear myself crying out again and again as his cock pounds inside me.
"Oh, fuck, Hunter! Yes, Yes!"
Chapter 18
Hunter
As she sleeps, I rush down the hallway and knock on Adam's door. I don't want to leave her, but I think she'll appreciate the reason. There's no sound on the other side of the door, and I wonder if he's out partying, celebrating last night's victory. Finally, I hear a chair fall over and Adam's loud swearing as he makes his way to the door. He yanks the door open, looking only slightly mollified when he sees it's me. He's shirtless and his hair is a mess, so I can tell I've interrupted something.
"Well, well," he mutters, leaning on the doorjamb. "You didn't even come to the party tonight, did you?" he asks, squinting out into the hallway light.
"Adam, don't give me this shit."
"It's our senior year. You should see the girl I've got back there. Her clit's pierced."
"That's great. I need some condoms, actually." If I don't get to the point, he'll move on to the rest of her anatomy.
"I knew it! You are seeing someone." He frowns. "Wait, are you seeing her, seeing her?"
"Yeah, she's...you know, she's my girlfriend," I reply. Shit, I haven't said that out loud, even to Britt. It feels good to say it, just awkward in my mouth.
To my surprise, Adam laughs. "You're really going to tie yourself down now? Senior year, when you're going to get drafted into the NFL in the spring?"
"Just get me the condoms, man," I shrug.
"Fine," he grunts, and turns around and plods back to his bedroom. I hear a giggle from the other room, and then he returns with a row of condoms and pushes them at my chest. "So, what's her name?"
"Thanks for these!" I reply, and head back down the hallway. I can hear him slam the door shut behind me. Adam's my best friend, so I guess I'll need to smooth things over with him, but we aren't exactly big talkers.
I frown as I walk back into my dark apartment. Adam brought up a good point, much as I don't want to think about it. What will happen when I head off to whatever city drafts me, and Britt is left behind here, finishing up school? Life on the road for a professional football player is hard enough with a wife at home, much less a girlfriend who's in college in another state.
I tiptoe back into the bedroom, and my worries melt as I see Britt in my bed. Whatever happens, we
'll work it out.
She's still asleep, and her hair looks crazier than usual from our earlier activity. It's spread around the pillow behind her head like a halo, and her lips are slightly parted. I softly pull the sheet up and slip in next to her, watching her breasts rise and fall with her breath.
Her eyes open the slightest bit and she sees me watching her. Her lips curl up into a smile, and she reaches her hand out and places her palm on my chest.
"Again," she murmurs mischievously.
"What? Seriously?" I ask, though I can already feel my dick getting hard.
"There's so much to try," she sighs, her eyes opening more at the prospect. I laugh, thinking about how it seems like that to me, too. I thought that sexually, I'd done it all and there was nothing new out there, but with Britt, everything feels undiscovered.
I reach my hands between her legs. She gasps as I slide a finger over her. "You sore?" I ask, feeling her grow wet against me.
"You play sore all the time, right?" she asks. I can tell by the dreamy expression in her eyes that she's trying to concentrate, but she's having a hard time with my finger playing with her clit.
"Very true," I agree. "I got us some more condoms," I tell her, nodding to the nightstand.
"Good," she grunts, and reaches toward my dick. I groan as her soft fingers wrap around me, and I stiffen fully. Her hand moves up and down me, her fingers cresting over my head again and again. Her hand moves down further, and she gently rubs my balls. I can feel her watching me, gauging my reaction to everything as she learns what I like. "Can I go on top?" she whispers shyly.
I grin. "Fuck yes," I tell her, and take a condom out. After I put it on, she slides one slender leg across my stomach and then sits up. I put my hands on her knees and then run them up her thighs, over her stomach, and onto her breasts. Her hard nipples pulse underneath my palms, and I tighten my fingers over them. All mine.
She raises herself up and back, and I help her by holding my cock straight up in my hand. She bites her lip as she lowers herself down on top of me, and I watch her wince in pain as I enter her. She closes her eyes for a second, and then continues. She's as stubborn as I am when I want to finish a game even though I'm injured.
I groan as she moves down my cock. She's so fucking tight and wet, it's unbelievable. When she reaches my base, her eyes open, and she looks triumphant. I smile up at her.
"You're perfect," I murmur.
"Impossible."
"To me," I insist. Her eyes look a little misty, but she slowly raises herself back up on my cock, never breaking eye contact for an instant. Her head tilts back, the small of her back arches forward, and she rides me up and down. I can't believe this is her first time, though the spot of blood she left on my sheets earlier couldn't be clearer. She's just a natural, her hips squeezing me just right, her pace exactly where I want it to be.
I reach forward and glide my thumb over her clit. She cries out, and I admire her beautiful, pale throat. I slide my thumb around and around, and with my other hand, I take hers and move it toward her crotch. Her eyes open and she looks at me curiously, wondering what I'm up to. I'm thrilled I get to introduce her to every possibility.
I take my hand away and take one of her fingers and press it onto her clit. Her eyes widen, and she stiffens a little, her every movement pressing her muscles differently against my cock.
"I want to watch you," I tell her. She blushes a little, but willingly begins to circle herself with her finger. I let my hands rest on her thighs, my eyes glued to her petite, curvy body. I want to see all of her at once. Her full, high breasts, the gentle curve of her waist, and especially the glistening slit between her legs. I lick my lips as my eyes zero in there, and watch as her finger grows damp from her own wetness.
She moans and begins to move faster. I knew she'd like touching herself on top of me just as much as I like watching her. Her muscles clench tighter and tighter around me. The ache in my cock grows sharper. I wrap my hands around her hips and begin to pull her up and down harder and faster, and thrust my hips up into her, driving myself as far into her as I can.
She cries out, her finger desperately circling her clit. I feel my body strain to keep myself from coming inside her before she orgasms. It's tough when she's this fucking hot and this fucking tight. Her screams peak, and I feel her muscles spasm around my cock. I don't have a choice...she pulls the orgasm out of me, her pussy drawing my seed out of me, begging me for completion.
I stroke inside her a few more times. Her body begins to droop from exhaustion, and she collapses on top of me. Her curls are wet with sweat, and I'm not exactly dry myself. She rests her head on my chest, and I brush a kiss onto her forehead.
As I wrap my arms around her and feel her go to sleep on top of me, I'm seized with an overwhelming feeling of protectiveness. I haven't known Britt for long, but I don't think there's much I wouldn't do for her, if anything. I wasn't looking for something serious, but I'm in deep and there's no turning back.
Chapter 19
Britt
Danielle and I stroll arm and arm into Victoria's Secret, giggling. "Okay so you won't give me any details, but it's good, right?"
"It's not good. It's amazing," I sigh.
"And you've done...different things?" she asks suggestively.
"So many different things. Hunter says he wants to show me all the possibilities before we repeat any position. Or location," I giggle.
"Oh my god, I'm about to faint with jealousy," she groans. "You are so lucky."
We stop by a rack of black lace baby doll slips. I run my fingers over them, thinking of the plain white underwear I've always worn. I asked Danielle to come here with me to help me pick out something sexy, and to get fitted for the right size bra.
"Sometimes I worry... I mean, I think the sex is mind-blowing, but what if he doesn't? He's been with so many women. How could I possibly live up to them? What if he gets tired of not having a variety?" My heart is gripped with panic as I speak. I didn't realize quite how worried I was until I say it out loud.
"Britt. You said he hasn't even looked at another girl, and it's been what, two months?" I nod. "I just mean, I think if he wanted to be with someone else, he would be. Here, try this on," she says, pushing a set of pink mesh underwear and a bra at me. I study them. She made a good choice. They're sexy, but not overtly so. I'll still feel comfortable in them, while also feeling like I'm trying something new. Winter break is coming up, and I want to give Hunter something to remember me by.
On our way to the dressing rooms, Danielle grabs me a few more options, then leans against the door outside as I try them on.
"You're still worrying, aren't you?" she finally asks.
"Oh, yeah," I confirm. I tug the front part of the bra that I'm trying on. It doesn't sit against my breast bone, so I think I need to size up. The door opens and Danielle pokes her head in. I might have minded a few months ago, but I'm far less modest around her now.
"I've seen the way you two look at each other. You're in love," she says with a smile.
"I...oh," I realize, feeling the wind knocked out of me as I sink onto a small velvet settee in the corner of the dressing room.
"You didn't know?"
"I guess I didn't. Or I did. I'm not sure. Of course I do, though. Of course I love him. Now that I say it, it seems like the most obvious thing in the world."
"And he loves you, too," she tells me with a knowing nod.
"You think?" I ask, surprised to feel a tear slip down my cheek as I look up at her.
"Why are you crying?" she asks, kneeling in front of me.
I shrug. "It's just scary, I guess. I've never been in love before. I feel so out of control all of a sudden, and like I'm open to a whole new possibility for pain. I don't mean to sound so dramatic, but…"
"I get it," she says softly. "When my high school boyfriend and I broke up, it was like I didn't know that I could feel that much." She rises onto her heels and gives me a hug. "For what it's worth, I
don't think Hunter will ever hurt you like that." She glances down at my chest and raises her eyebrows. "And that bra is too small for you."
"That's what I thought," I reply, tugging at it.
"I'll get you a bigger size. Try not to dissolve into tears while I'm gone," she adds cheekily, and shuts the door behind her as she leaves. A half an hour later, and I'm headed out of the store with two new bras and a set of panties. Danielle heads back to our dorm, while I head over to the athletic facility to meet my dad in the parking lot at the car.
I've only been there for a few minutes when he walks out and gives me a wave. It's Sunday, and I promised I'd do dinner at home with him since I haven't seen him much the past few weeks. On the ride back to our house, I tell him about my classes, and he tells me about the last game. Hunter's name comes up, and I try not to smile too big as my dad compliments his performance.
There's a slight chill in the air as we walk up to the front door from the driveway, but nothing too bad. Nashville never gets too cold even in November, and snowstorms are rare. I breathe in deeply as we walk in. I never noticed that the house had a particular smell when I lived here, but now that I don't, I notice it every time I come back. It smells like wood shine and pine.
My dad heads to the kitchen, and I head upstairs to take a shower. It's such a relief to shower at home where I don't have to wear shower shoes. As I get undressed, my phone rings, and I smile as I pull it out of my purse. I turn on the water just to be safe, so my dad doesn't hear me talking to Hunter in his own house.
"Hey," I answer softly.
"Hey, babe," he says. I can immediately sense something's wrong from the tone of his voice. Over the past couple months, we've developed an uncanny ability to read one another.
"What is it?"
He sighs. "Um, your dad invited me over to talk about my future."
"That's great!" I enthuse. Hunter's been getting so much attention lately, and I know he's overwhelmed. His parents definitely have their opinions, but they've never been at the center of it like my dad has.