He groans. “You. Things I want to do to you. Things I want you to do to me. Fantasies.”
Oh my God. He’s fantasizing about me? My cheeks turn cherry-red from his confession. The mere idea of being able to fulfill his dreams is making me tremble in place.
“What fantasies?” I ask curiously.
One of his eyes opens to a slit, a smirk on his face. “For starters? You … sucking me.”
My heart skips a beat. I’ve been so hesitant to be open about the things I want to try, but I really want to do it. It’s like he’s reading my mind.
“I w-want to try it,” I whisper hesitantly.
He leans in closer, cocking his head. “Did I just hear that right? You wanna try sucking me?”
I nod, taking a deep breath.
He grins. “Well, if you’re sure … I’m not saying no to that. To be honest, I’ve been dying to know what it feels like to have your soft lips wrapped around my hard cock.”
My nub aches with pleasure from his words. Wantonness grows inside me, pooling in my belly as I place my hand on his chest and go to my knees. His predatory eyes are on me as I stop right in front of his cock and look at it with amazement. My hand is around the base and I hold it in front of me, gently bringing my lips forward, opening my mouth. He hisses when my lips reach his tip, aroused by the mere fact that I’m touching him with my mouth. I love knowing I do this to him.
I wrap my lips around his head, sucking gently as I get used to the idea of tasting him. His pre-come is salty, but deliciously sexy as I taste it on my tongue. Hunter groans in delight as I lick his cock, kissing him everywhere. I get off on seeing him writhe, my clit aching for attention.
“Oh … fuck me … you’re undoing me with your tongue,” he murmurs, and I let out a naughty giggle.
As I jerk him off and suck him at the same time, my fingers instinctively drift toward my pussy, unable to keep my desires at bay. I want, no, need to feel sated. Need him to feel sated. He wants this so much, and he deserves it. He’s my fighter and this is his reward for fighting for me.
I’m getting more and more used to the idea of giving him head, sucking on his hard-on until it pulses and throbs in my mouth. My fingers dexterously flutter around my nub, making me crazy with lust. With my tongue I play with his sensitive spots. I can tell he likes it, because his eyes almost roll back into their sockets. I grin as I suck him harder and harder, and his knees start to buckle.
“Jesus, this is too good,” he whispers. “So good …”
The water makes it easy to suck him off, easy to go faster and faster. My mouth is greedy for him, and I suck him up as far as I can, feeling powerful as I make this man quiver. The thrill is exhilarating, and as he grows to his climax, I can feel the blood pump to his cock.
“If you don’t stop, I’m gonna come,” he says with a low, gruff voice.
“Hmmm…” I let him slide in as deep as I can, taking him in and out of my mouth as I flick my tongue around his head. His pre-come is such a turn-on to taste, and if his come tastes the same, I’ll gladly take it.
“Let me come in your mouth,” he says. “I want to feel your tongue as I come all over it.”
His dirty words almost send me over the edge.
With a pounding heart, I suck him off until he lets out a roar. A warm jet of seed spurts from his cock, landing in the back of my throat. It’s hot and salty, but tastes exactly as I thought it would. It tastes like him. Delicious. So I swallow it and lick him off until he’s trembling, barely able to keep standing as his cock spills its load into my mouth. When he’s sated and his cock deflates, I take it out of my mouth, feeling very, very horny.
Hunter blinks a couple of times, letting out a huge breath. “Phew. My fucking God. That was unbelievable.”
I chuckle. “That good, huh?”
He laughs, still panting. “That good.”
Grabbing both my arms, he helps me up from the ground, keeping me steady, as my legs are a bit wobbly from sitting on them. Without a moment of hesitation he grips my pussy and presses his index finger down on my nub. The animalistic look on his face is back, his gray eyes turned into seductive slits.
“You didn’t think I was done, did you?” he murmurs gruffly. “Not until you’re screaming my name.”
I shake my head as he slides a finger down my wet folds.
“Hmm …” A devilish smile spreads on his face. “Wet for my cock or wet from my come?”
“Both,” I whisper.
He leans in, pushing my back against the wall, trapping me. He’s under the shower, and I’m staring at his hot, beautiful body and his rippling muscles that ache to be kissed. But before I have a chance to move closer and leave pecks on his chest, he dives in for the kill.
He ravages my mouth with his tongue, expertly fondling my pussy at the same time. I’m gasping for air, but he won’t let me take a breath. His rough fingers are all over the place, toying with my clit, sliding down my folds and entering me. Even after coming, he’s still a freaking sex god.
“I saw you touching yourself,” he murmurs.
My eyes flutter open. “W-what?”
He bites his lip, settling his forehead against mine as he slips his fingers back down my pussy. “No need to be embarrassed. I loved it. Looks so fucking sexy.” He groans when I let out a tiny moan from his touch. “I want to see you do it again sometime. I want to watch you make yourself come.”
“Oh …” I gasp, not realizing how horny it makes me sound because it comes out more like a plea for release.
He grins. “I know you like it. You like being dirty. You like my finger inside you, and you like it when I come in your mouth.”
I don’t answer, because I’m too consumed by his fingers slipping in and out of me. He is right, though. I love it. I love it all. I’m just too ashamed to admit it.
“And I fucking love watching you writhe. How you gaze up at me with those pretty little eyes as I shoot my load inside you. Or how you play with your clit because you want it so badly.”
Hunter presses his lips onto my neck, dragging them down toward my boobs. He vigorously sucks on them, nipping at the peaks.
My breathing is ragged and short as I rise to my climax.
“I’m not gonna stop until you scream my name,” he whispers in my ear, sending shocks through my body.
“Oh … Hunter … Yes,” I murmur, the words coming out in a slur.
“Yes, come for me. I want to feel you come,” he says, thrusting his finger inside my pussy again and again until I explode in his hand.
Orgasmic waves flow through my body, causing me to buckle, but he holds me steady. With his hands firmly clenched on my arm and my pussy, he makes me come so hard I feel like I’m falling apart.
His cock bounces up, already stiff again, and it’s prodding my thigh. After the orgasm subsides, Hunter takes his finger out of me, spreading my slickness across my pussy. Groaning, he twirls me around, pinning me to the wall. My body is heated with desire, still overcome by the immense orgasm, but he doesn’t give me a second to get my energy back.
His hot breath scorches my neck, making my mouth water.
“I want to fuck you,” he whispers close to my ear, leaving a peck on that sweet spot behind my neck, making me weak at the knees.
“I’m good to go again, and I need you, now.” He pushes himself up against me, grabbing my ass firmly while sliding his tongue down my neck and back. His hands move from the wall to my boobs and he squeezes them, rolling my nipples between his fingers until they are hardened and taut. He growls against my skin, leaving goose bumps everywhere. Gripping my waist, he pulls me back from the wall, but pushes my back down with his other hand as well. His hard-on pokes my ass and he rubs himself against my pussy, making me even wetter.
“Seeing you there in the bleachers, watching me as I pounded in on my opponents really made me hard for you, you know that? I want you to watch me win. I want to be the only one,” he growls.
“You are,” I
mumble.
“And I want you to be there every fucking time I win, so I can take you and claim you as my own. I want to fuck out all the coiled-up energy, and I intend on fucking you often. Can you handle that?” he asks.
“Yes,” I gasp as he rakes his fingers down my back, his nails making me crazy with lust.
He grunts. “Good.”
A loud moan escapes my mouth when he drives into me without warning, hard and deep. He thrusts inside me, faster each time. His fingers dig into my skin as he fucks me hard. He’s greedy and insatiable, and I love it. I need more, always more. My sexual appetite has come out to play, and I don’t regret a thing.
Bumping hips against each other, we both rise to our climax in an uncontrollable sensual moment, our bodies shivering with desire. As he erupts in my pussy, I feel myself clench around his firm cock. His seed spurting inside me sends me over the edge, causing me to collapse. With his arms he catches me as I come undone, my entire body ravaged. Satiated.
Hunter helps me stand up, his cock spilling out of me. With his arms around me, he leans on me against the wall, breathing short puffs of air against my neck. Leaving soft pecks on my shoulder, he makes me feel good, wanted, beautiful. Everything I ever desired.
I feel like I’m slowly getting used to the idea of letting go of all my inhibitions and just going with the flow. The way we have sex is raunchy, rough, and out of control, but it’s so earth-shattering and mind-blowing that I don’t want anything else anymore. I need my Hunter as much as he needs me. And the fact alone that I have no problem going down on him, and that he can take me the way he wants without making me feel like I was used, feels like victory. I overcame my insecurities, and I’m proud of myself.
His mouth is on my shoulder, gently pecking me all over until we’re both done panting. I turn around in his arms and he hugs me tight, pulling me close to his body. Pulling me back under the shower, he makes me warm again while caressing my back. My body feels heavy and tired from the ravenous sex, but content too. I hang in his arms, enjoying this time we have alone together. My stomach cramps up, probably because it’s still not used to his hard length, but I feel fuzzy, so I don’t care.
“Oh God …” I hear him whisper.
His head was on my shoulder, but now he pushes me back and looks down at the floor. My eyes widen as they travel along with his.
Between my feet is a pool of blood.
CHAPTER 22
THE UNEXPECTED
Autumn
“I’m fucking taking you to the hospital, right now!” Hunter slams his locker open and throws out everything, grabbing whatever he can and running back to me. “Here, put some clothes on,” he says, handing me a towel.
I quickly dry myself and put on my clothes, but the blood is still running out of me, still dripping down my legs. What the hell is wrong? What happened?
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Hunter yells, stumbling to put his own clothes on.
I grab a roll of toilet paper and stuff some in my panties so it’ll soak up the blood and not make my clothes dirty. I’m confused and scared, because I’ve never bled before. Not like this. It’s not my period; that I’m sure of. I wasn’t due for another week.
“Shit!” Hunter screams, slamming his fist against a locker.
Suddenly the door to the locker room bursts open. Jessie steps inside. “What’s going on?”
“I’m taking her to the hospital,” Hunter says, his nostrils flaring.
“What? What happened?” Jessie says, frowning. His gaze immediately turns to me.
I swallow, not knowing what to say. I’m not sure what happened. We had sex. Then there was blood. I don’t want to connect the two.
“She’s bleeding. Badly. I need to take her to the hospital. Now.” Hunter grabs his things and stomps toward me, his demeanor scaring me a bit. He grabs my hand and hauls me toward the exit.
“I’ll come with you,” Jessie says, but Hunter’s already pulled me through the door. His grip is firm and clingy, as if he’s afraid to let me go. The look on his face screams anger, frustration, and fear. It scares me even more.
“But it’s just blood,” I murmur.
“No, it’s not just blood. It’s fucking streaming out of you. That is not okay!” he growls. “You’re not on your period, are you?”
“N-no.”
“Then it’s not fucking right!” He opens the car door and helps me get inside. Slamming the door shut, he runs to the other side and jumps in the driver’s seat, quickly starting the car. Jessie only barely manages to jump in too.
Before driving off, Hunter slams his arms on the steering wheel and snorts like a bull ready to charge. He’s livid. “Fuck!”
“Hunter, calm down,” Jessie says. “We’ll figure out what’s wrong when we get to the hospital.”
I reach for him, wanting to pat his back, but his explosiveness makes me hesitate.
“Don’t,” he snaps. “Don’t touch me.”
Tears well in my eyes. He can be so mean sometimes. Is it because he’s angry? Or because he’s scared?
Hunter takes a deep breath and runs his fingers through his hair, desperation showing on his face. “I don’t deserve it,” he spills out.
Oh God. He blames himself.
“It’s not your fault,” I say, trying to calm him down.
“You don’t know that! Maybe I fucked you too hard, maybe I broke you …” he says, his voice turning hoarse. “I hurt you.”
“No, you didn’t.” I place my hand on his cheek, nudging him to look at me. “I didn’t feel any pain.” I raise my eyebrows, trying to make it clear what I mean without mentioning the word ‘sex,’ because his brother is right behind us. “It isn’t your fault.”
“But you’re bleeding.”
“I know …” I sigh and wince, pain shooting through my stomach. Something is cramping up inside and I don’t know why.
“Oh, Jesus Christ, you’re in pain.”
“It’s okay, I can manage.”
“No, you can’t. I hate to see you in pain. I can’t take it. Something’s wrong. I’m taking you to the hospital and we’re gonna get you checked up.”
♥♥♥
30 minutes later …
My stomach cramps have gotten worse these last few minutes. I’ve been lying on a bed at the first aid post for a while now. Nobody knows what’s wrong, but they’re trying to find out. Some nurse took a sample of my blood with a needle and another gave me meds to ease the pain.
Jessie’s been sitting in a corner of the room, glancing at us every now and then to make sure we’re okay. He’s messing with his phone, probably playing games while we wait for the doctor to come back.
Hunter’s never left my side, constantly on the watch, like my own personal bodyguard. He’s vigilant, getting all pumped up whenever someone tries to come near me. It’s like he doesn’t trust anyone around me. Like he wants to keep me safe and snarls at everyone who approaches us. It’s almost like he’s scared that they’ll take me away from him. Or that he’ll lose me.
I squeeze his hand, and he pulls it closer, softly kissing the back. His lips remain on my skin, soothing it, like he’s trying to make me feel okay, even though he’s the one stressed out.
Someone knocks on the door and Hunter’s eyes dart right to the doctor coming inside. He clenches his teeth, his grip on my hand growing tighter as the man steps closer.
He clears his throat. “I’d like a word with Miss Blakewood, please.”
Jessie gets up from his seat and says, “I’ll wait out in the hall.”
I’m glad he is giving us our privacy.
“Do you know what’s wrong with me?” I ask when Jessie’s out of the room.
He opens his mouth, closes it again, and frowns, taking a moment. “It might be best to speak to you in private.”
“Whatever you have to say you can say when I’m here,” Hunter growls.
“Uh, what he’s trying to say is that he’s my boyfriend. I’m fine with him stayin
g,” I interject.
“Okay, if you insist. We have the lab results back, Miss Blakewood.”
“And?” Hunter snaps.
“Well … uh … you might want to sit down.” The man points at a chair standing next to the bed. I’m getting increasingly anxious, nausea welling up in my stomach again.
“The reason you’re bleeding is because of an anomaly that occurs inside the uterus when an egg doesn’t completely attach itself to the wall.”
I frown, my lips parting as I try to comprehend what he’s saying.
“Just tell us what’s wrong!” Hunter says.
The doctor cocks his head. “You’re pregnant.”
♥♥♥
Hunter
That word destroys me.
It completely and utterly destroys me.
Fuck me. This can’t be happening. This isn’t real.
I look at the clock and then pinch myself, but I won’t wake up. Jesus, let this be a dream. When I look at her and see the shattered look in her eyes as she gazes at me with shock, I know it’s true.
“Oh … My … God,” she stammers. “Are you for real?”
“Yes,” the doctor says. “Your results came back positive. You’re in your third week.”
“What? But that means …” She looks down at her stomach, pulling back her shirt as she gapes at her belly. “I’m having a baby?”
“Yes, Miss Blakewood,” the man says, chuckling a bit. “The bleeding and cramps you experienced are common, but they are a sign that you need to take things slow. It’s nothing to be worried about, yet, but I do want you to be careful.”
I turn away from her, unable to deal with what is happening. My emotions are all over the place. Actually, I’m in shock too. My hands are shaking, so I grab the railing of the bed and look away, beads of sweat forming on my head.
The doctor glances at me and frowns, then clears his throat. “I guess I should leave you to it now.” I must look horrible. I feel horrible. No … that’s an understatement. I feel fucking furious.
“No wonder … all the food cravings … and the nausea I’ve been feeling … and now these cramps … oh my God …” Leafy mumbles, still shocked, but not nearly as shocked as I am.
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