Flame

by Clarissa Wild

  Struggling, she lets out a groan. I don’t know why she’s struggling, though. She never had problems with me doing this before.

  “I haven’t even seen your room yet,” she says, although it sounds more like a moan.

  I lick her skin and push my cock against her leg, trying to show her that I don’t give a fuck about going to my room. I can do it here, now, fucking everywhere, I don’t care. I’ll take her anywhere I want.

  “I want to see it,” she whispers.

  “Can it wait? I wanna fuck your brains out,” I say, grabbing her wrists and wrapping them around my neck.

  She giggles. “This is the kitchen, silly. What if your brother comes back?”

  I grunt. “Screw him. I want to have you. Now.” I inhale her scent, and it’s such a fucking turn-on my cock responds with a throb, making me want to tear off these clothes standing in between us.

  “Not here,” she murmurs as our lips brush.

  I groan. Whatever. Guess I’ll have to drag her into my cave. “Fine.”

  I lift her up from the countertop as she tightly wraps her legs around me. If she wants to see my room, fine, she can see my fucking room. But I’m not letting go of her. I’ll carry her there, no problem. However, I’m not taking my hands off her. She’s mine.

  CHAPTER 3

  NO HOLDS BARRED

  Hunter

  I kick open the door to my room and she turns her head. I close it with my foot and put her down on the floor. She looks around, while I try to gather the clothes scattered on the floor and throw them all in one pile. She gazes at my bookcase, marveling at all the books that I once read a long time ago.

  Running my fingers through my hair, I blow out a huge breath and sit down on a chair beside my door. My erection is obvious as I wait for her to finish checking out my place so I can get back to fucking her. She really needs to hurry up, because I’m not waiting much longer. My teeth are clenched as I watch her move about in my room, testing out my bed and propping up my pillows, picking up all the books, and running her fingers along the curtains. She’s like a little bird fluttering around my room, both vexing and amazingly stunning at the same time.

  When she passes my chair, I lunge at her and pull her down with me. “Time’s up!”

  She squeals as she falls down on my lap. My cock springs to life again, her ass pressing down on top of me. Wrapping my arms around her waist, I stop her from getting off me. Last time she sat on top of me, it was in a movie theatre, and even back then I wanted to rip her clothes off. Not that I’d do it in public. But this is my room. Anything goes here. If I say so, everything will come off. And I will get her naked.

  “What are you doing?” she says.

  I kiss the smooth surface of her shoulders, lifting up her tank top as my fingers slip under. I’m not going to waste a breath responding to a question that has an obvious answer. My hand drifts up her belly to her plump tit and I squeeze it firmly.

  “Hey!” she protests.

  “I’m taking what’s mine,” I growl.

  She wriggles around on my lap, exciting me more and more. Her skin is riddled with goose bumps as I kiss her bare skin, propping up her top with my fingers. She sinks back into my embrace, giving in to my kisses. So I let myself go and bury my other hand between her legs.

  She sucks in a breath, and I take it as a sign that she loves what I’m doing. With one hand I unbutton her jeans and zip them down, feeling my way down her panties. Her moans come in short, shallow breaths as I slip down her pussy, sliding my fingers through her folds. She’s already soaking wet. When she spreads her beautiful legs for me, I know she’s ready. Damn.

  My cock prods her firm ass, and I can’t help pushing up to make her feel how much I want her.

  “But I’m right on top of you,” she whispers.

  “So?” That’s the best part.

  “But I can’t look at you this way.”

  She doesn’t seem to realize the amount of pleasure I can give her if she’s on my lap. Even if she’s on top, I’ll still claim her. She won’t have to worry about that. “You don’t need to look at me to enjoy this.” I slide my fingers up and down her pussy, teasing her clit. “Feel me here,” I groan.

  She moans in delight as I flick her nub, squeezing her tit with my other hand. I jerk down her bra and play with her taut nipples. She’s giving up more and more, sinking into my hand, giving me access to all the parts she once deemed hers. She’s all mine now, and I’ll take what belongs to me as long as she’s not refusing. I haven’t heard a single rejection. All I hear is sweet bliss coming from her mouth, and it’s such a fucking turn-on I just want to rip down her jeans and mine, and ram my cock into her.

  Maybe I’ll do that.

  Her hips gyrate on top of me, moving in rhythm with my fingers. I dive down further into her panties and dip my fingers into her wetness. She gasps. I know she hasn’t felt me there before. There’s always a first time for anything. I slide my finger inside with ease while she holds her breath. Circling around inside, I get wound up by the wetness covering my finger as I take it out again and rub it all over her throbbing clit. She hisses as I pinch it between my fingers and roll it, mimicking the same motions with her nipple. Puckered up and ready to be sucked, that’s the way I like it.

  Blood is pumping to my cock while I make her crazy with lust. My fingers are fast, and I know exactly how to work her to get her to scream. My mouth is on her back, licking her soft skin while I squeeze her rosy nipples. She’s shivering from my touch, and I can only think she likes me rough. Even if she asked me, I still wouldn’t stop. I know what she really wants.

  “I’m going to …” she whisper-moans.

  I grin and bite my lip. I like where this is going. “Come?” I speed up, rubbing her clit with one finger while sliding two others down her folds, stimulating her from all sides. I want her wet, hot, and gasping before I fuck her. And how I will fuck her … hmmm.

  “Yes!” she screams. “Yes, Hunter, yes!”

  Her nub pulses, and she falls apart in my arms. She convulses on my lap, her ass tightly squeezed against my cock as she grinds into my finger. Fuck, this is hot.

  After the shocks subside, her limp body gives up the fight and collapses against me.

  “Oh my God,” she pants.

  “Hunter will do.”

  She turns her head and rolls her eyes at me. I can’t help making stupid jokes. I’m not sorry.

  She lets out a huge sigh, her eyes still gleaming sinfully. “That was amazing.”

  I grin like the proud motherfucker I am. “Oh, I’m not done yet.”

  Ripping off her shirt, I throw it aside and grunt. I lift her up from my lap and pull down her jeans and panties in one go. She squeals, completely nude except for the bra, but that quickly comes off too. Grabbing her by the waist, I push her forward and throw her face down on the bed.

  “Huh? What are you doing?” she says, trying to get up, but I push her down again.

  “You wanted to do it on the bed,” I say. “I’ll do you on the bed.”

  I grab a condom from the cabinet next to the chair, and I zip open my jeans and take out my cock. Her feet are still at the end of the bed, so I grab her ankles and push them forward, forcing her to come to her knees. Looking back at me, her cheeks are red like a beet, and she frowns. “What? But I—”

  “I never said we’d do it your way.” Bending over, I grab her by the waist and pull her up, propping her on her knees. Her pussy is on display for me. I love looking at it from behind, especially when I can see it’s all wet and open for me. Nice.

  “But this is …” She gasps when I slide one finger up and down her folds, spreading her juices across her pussy.

  “This is how I like it. Now keep that fine ass of yours up.”

  Her eyes widen when she hears that, and she immediately turns her head away and buries it between her hands. She’s about to drop down onto the bed, but I keep her propped up by holding her tight. With my hand firmly clenched
around her belly, I use my other hand to prepare her. I play with her clit, causing her to moan again, which riles me up too. Slipping in and out of her pussy is easy now, and she lets out a gasp each time I do so. I love the way it sounds.

  “This feels …” she murmurs.

  “Good?”

  “Bad …”

  “I like bad.” A grin quirks up my lip.

  “But I don’t want you to see—”

  “Why not? Your ass looks and feels amazing.”

  I grab her ass firmly, squeezing it, digging my fingers into her flesh.

  She groans in response. “Are you sure?”

  “Don’t worry. Just enjoy,” I murmur as I step forward. I’m dying to enter her, to feel her tight muscles bring me to a climax. I rip open the condom and put it on, throwing the packet away. My cock is right at her entrance, but I want to play with her some more. She should enjoy this. The only way to get her to like this is for her to want me more than I want her. I know exactly how to make that happen.

  I start rubbing my cock against her pussy, but slipping it out of the way. It’s sliding up and down from the wetness, and it’s so fucking hot to see her like this, bent over, ready to take me, just like I dreamed of when I first saw her.

  She moans out loud when I slightly push against her entrance. Oh, I know she’s ready now.

  I plunge into her with everything I’ve got, and she squeals out in heightened pleasure. Biting my lip, I force myself to steady before I ravage her too much. So I calm down and stay like that for a few seconds before taking my cock out and plunging back in again. She seems to like me holding her, as she sucks in her belly when my fingers drift up. Cupping her tit, I slip in and out of her pussy, and it’s finally all out for me. This is what I wanted to do to her from day one. And now I finally have her exactly the way I want.

  I pinch her nipples and she moans when I drive into her. My hand moves back to her ass as I can’t help but stare at it while I pump into her. I squeeze her flesh and hold her by her waist. For some reason I’m still baffled she’s letting me do this. She’s fucking perfect.

  Maybe she’s still scared, but I know she likes it. She’s not resisting me, so I’m going for it now. I’m not holding back anymore. If she wants me, she can have me.

  She raises her head and I take it as a sign to take a fistful of her frizzy brown hair and fuck her even harder. I can’t control myself anymore, so I’m going all out. She’s gasping, and I can hear she’s not far from another climax. Good. I want to shoot my load when she comes.

  Her moans get louder and louder and right before I come, she comes too. Her muscles contract around my cock as I come inside her. I gulp air, my cock throbbing with pleasure. We’re both crazy with lust, shivering and coming together in one huge orgasmic wave.

  She buckles forward, her legs giving in. I pull out of her and take off the condom, throwing it into the bin before blowing out a huge breath. She falls down on her side, panting heavily on the bed, and I lie down next to her. I’m staring at the ceiling, blinking a couple of times, reminding myself of how fucking amazing that was.

  I turn around toward her and place my hand on her waist, but she retreats. She curls up into a ball and moves away from me, pulling up the blanket to cover her naked body.

  “What’s wrong?” I ask, trying to pull her into my embrace. She swats away my hand.

  “Don’t.”

  I hear her sniff. Frowning, I sit up and lean over her. A tear trickles down her cheek.

  “Why are you crying?” I ask.

  She slams her mouth shut, burying her head into the pillow. She doesn’t want to talk to me, but I don’t understand why. She’s avoiding me, for whatever reason, and I don’t like it one bit. Something’s wrong, and I don’t know what.

  “Hey …” I move closer and kiss her on the shoulder, but she jerks away. “Talk to me.” I need her to tell me what’s wrong so I can fix it.

  “You used me,” she snaps.

  What? I never used her. Sure, I was fucking horny, but that doesn’t mean I used her for my own pleasure. We fucked, as a couple, nothing wrong with that. Is it that wrong for me to want her?

  “I didn’t use you. We just had sex.” I try to caress her, but she keeps swatting my hand away like she thinks I’m disgusting. It hurts me to see her act like this. “I love you,” I say with a soft voice, trying to make her see that I’m not trying to hurt her. I didn’t know she’d be this upset. I thought she’d enjoy it. I guess I was wrong.

  “I felt humiliated,” she says, her tone increasing in volume.

  “Why? I didn’t do it to make you feel less than what you are. You’re my Leafy. I love you more than anything,” I say, propping myself up on my elbow.

  “But you didn’t do this when we were in my dorm room. You didn’t do that when we were in your dorm room either.”

  “That was your first time.”

  “So? This was my second.”

  “Got a point there.” I sigh. “I thought you were ready for it …”

  “I was ready for love. Not this … not … God, I feel like such a whore now.”

  I scowl from that shit word. How can she say that about herself? I would never think of her that way. “You’re not a whore. Don’t call yourself that.”

  “But why did it have to be this way? Why couldn’t it just be like last time? Back then you were … gentle.”

  I let out a breath from frustration, not knowing what to do with this. I’m disappointed in myself. I wish I could’ve handled it differently. If I’d known this beforehand, I could’ve done something about it.

  I shake my head. Who am I kidding? I know what I am. I held myself back the first time I was with her. This time I had no restraint. This is how I really am. I like it rough. And now I realize she doesn’t like it, I wonder if she ever will.

  “This is who I am,” I say, lowering my head in defeat. “I like it rough. That doesn’t mean I love you any less. I told you, I like to claim you. That’s what I do.”

  She turns her head toward me. “So I’m something you own?” she says, scowling at me.

  “No. I love you, and this is how I show it. But your body isn’t the only thing I love. I love everything about you. The entire package.” I brush a strand of hair away from her wet face, my finger gently caressing her cheek, trying to take away the tears. She’s so goddamn angry at me, and I feel like a failure for it. I made her feel miserable, even though that was never my intention. “You’re beautiful. There’s nothing to be ashamed about. If you’re my girl, you’re my girl completely. Not just your mind, but your body too. I want to be able to love you in every way possible, without limitations. Is that so strange?”

  She closes her eyes and exhales. It’s quiet for a moment. Then she shoves away the blanket and gets up from the bed. I sit up straight, my mouth partially hanging open as I watch her grab her clothes.

  “Where are you going?”

  “I need some time to myself.” She hurries to put on her clothes.

  “Can’t we talk about this?”

  “Not right now. I need to think about this. Alone. I feel …” she sighs and brushes her fingers through her curly hair. “I don’t know how I feel. I thought I could do this, but I’m not sure right now.”

  “What?” I can’t believe she’s saying this right now. She’s having doubts now?

  “I’m sorry,” she says, and before I have a chance to say anything she walks out the door and slams it shut behind her.

  CHAPTER 4

  CONFUSION AND FRUSTRATION

  Autumn

  3 hours later …

  Walking for a bit didn’t put my mind at ease. Nothing is helping get rid of this nasty feeling brewing in my stomach. I feel broken, but I don’t know why. Nothing happened to me. I wasn’t abused. The sex didn’t hurt. I even liked it, the way we were both so lost in the moment, the rawness of it, the way he was so … domineering. Controlling. Scary.

  A shiver runs down my spine. I don’t know
what to think anymore. Not of myself, nor of Hunter. I feel disconnected, because I’m confused. I love him, and at the same time can’t handle what he did. It reminds me of my days in high school where physical abuse was a thing that happened often. The people there regularly pulled my hair, shoved me aside, punched me. When Hunter threw me onto the bed and pulled my hair, I immediately associated it with fear. Sadness. Anxiety. Things I shouldn’t be feeling when having sex.

  I know he didn’t mean it that way, but I can’t help but feel cornered. One part of me wants to stay with him, learn more about him, have this relationship with him, delve deeper into the world of love. The other part of me wants to run away forever, because I’m scared shitless. I’ve been too exposed in the past, making me feel vulnerable all the time. Even when I’m around Hunter, the one person I’m supposed to be able to trust.

  I feel horrible right now, because I feel this way, but I have no control over it either.

  Truth is, I just don’t know what to do with this. I love how Hunter treats me like his princess, his Leafy, but that’s when we’re not going at it. When he’s in the mood, he’s so different. It’s like he changes. I think it’s scary, because I don’t want to be reminded of high school where bullies had control over me.

  Then again, this is him. He told me this is what he is like. Maybe I just don’t know him well enough to trust him that much … It just feels so damn wrong to have sex like that. Shameful, almost. Is it supposed to be like that?

  I stir the sauce, making sure it doesn’t burn. I’m cooking, as promised, but I’m still not speaking to Hunter, because I have no idea what to say. I didn’t even open my mouth when I came home, and nor did he. It’s like we’re purposely ignoring each other. And it’s all because of the sex.

  I sigh. I wish I knew more about sex. I wish I knew why I’m so scared to let go of my fear and just let him love me the way he wants to. But is it so wrong of me to desire a different kind of love?

  I throw the pots and pans on the table with a little too much anger, the sauce almost sloshing out onto the table.