by Allie Scott
He licks his lips as he nods his head, his eyes a bit dazed from my impromptu speech.
“I feel all of that and more, sweetheart. You have starred in more of my dreams than I can count. You’re beautiful inside and out.”
I shake my head at him, the denial on my lips. His finger presses against my lip gently, the touch soft given the size of his hand. The calluses of his finger feels odd against my soft skin, but it stills my movement.
“You were going to say something negative, and we can’t have that. You are so far out of my league it’s laughable that I’m here now. You’re goodness and beauty, while I’m a grumpy beast. If anything, I have to wonder why you’d choose me.”
I kiss his finger, the move sending a jolt of pleasure through my body. I move it down my body slowly, letting it glide along my skin as I speak.
“I’d choose you every time. In every situation. Every day. You’ve always been my choice.”
My words move through him. His restraint breaks and I go flying back onto the bed. I start to laugh, but I’m stopped by the feel of his tongue on my pussy. He strokes it without pause.
No hesitation.
No fumbling.
He licks at me like I’m the cure for his thirst. Like I’m the only possible thing that could satisfy his desire. The pressure goes from hard to soft, hard to soft. He traces the outer lips, exploring every inch before diving back in.
When he circles my clit, my back arches off of the bed. “Kyle! Oh, my god! Please!”
“Anything you want, baby. It’s yours. Just tell me.”
Words fail me, but I manage to grunt out, “You. Inside. Me. Now.”
Needing no further instruction, he slides his fingers inside of me slowly. The feeling of his massive hands stretching me nearly sends me over the edge. Instead, I focus on evening out my breath to make it last just a little longer. It feels too good to stop now.
“That’s it, gorgeous. Open up for me. Let me in that tight little cunt. Let me show you how good I can make you feel.”
His words make me impossibly more wet. I’m practically dripping down his hand. His tongue reaches out to lick up the mess he’s making. It feels better than any dream version of him ever did. He’s a giver in this way. Something I should have known from his personality.
I feel the orgasm build up out of nowhere, the crest breaking over me like a storm surge in the gulf. I flood his hands, the release quick and wild.
Wet sounds fill the room.
The noise seems obscene in the quiet room until I hear Kyle’s grunt of satisfaction.
Raising up to his full height, I watch as he slowly lifts his shirt above his head. Tossing it to the side, he goes to his pants next. He doesn’t rush his movements. He’s in full control. Just like he does on the field.
This boy is about to dominate me. And I’m totally here for it.
My eyes watch the trail of Kyle’s skin as it appears inch by inch. Every cord of muscle. Every patch of hair. God, he’s gorgeous. When the pants are finally gone, he stands to his full height. It’s then that I see the bulge in his boxers.
Holy. Fucking. Shit. No way.
It’s almost the size of my arm. He’s huge. My mind tries to figure the logistics of how he’s going to fit that inside of me. I don’t mind the idea of some pain, but I just don’t see how this scenario works.
One plus one is two. This is more like eight plus one trying to be two. It’s just not possible.
“Don’t be scared, baby. We’re going to make this work. Together. You just need to tell me what feels good.”
“I don’t know what feels good. This will be the first time. Actually, all of this is a first for me.”
Kyle closes his eyes tightly. His breath stutters out of him when he blows out. His body vibrates both with a desire to plunge and also to please. I can feel him holding back.
“It’s my first time, too. That’s why I need you to tell me. I never thought I’d be so lucky that we’d both be each other’s firsts.”
“It was only ever you, Kyle. I mean it. I’d have waited forever if I knew I had a shot with you.” I reach up slowly to make my movements known. I want to kiss him. To taste him. I need to know what it’s like to be completely wrapped up in him.
When our lips touch, I moan into Kyle’s mouth. His taste is so powerful. So strong. So addictive. I’ll never get enough of it. Of him.
Our mouths wrestle, both fighting to show how much desire there is between us. I feel Kyle’s hand reach between us to protect us both. Part of me is glad he remembered, because I sure as hell didn’t. Another part, a pretty big part actually, is mad that I won’t get to feel him skin to skin. That I won’t get to experience the feel of him releasing inside of me. That there won’t be a possibility that he’ll breed me this first time.
Kyle pulls back to look down between us, ensuring he’s wrapped up tightly. My face must show my disappointment, because he smirks at me as he lines his cock up to my entrance.
“I know, baby. I want to be bare, too, but we have to be careful for now. I’ll take you raw soon enough. And when I do I’m going to fill you so full there’s no way you won’t be making mini-Thunder babies for us.”
I shiver at his words, wishing like hell they were true.
He begins to push inside of me, the fit tight. His fingers may have stretched me some, but they are no match for the sheer girth of his cock. Again. Size of my arm.
When he reaches my barrier, he looks down into my eyes. I nod slightly, letting him know to continue. He whispers, “I’m sorry” as he forces his way in completely. There’s a sharp sting of pain. It lasts for a few seconds, the sting slowly fading as the pleasure begins to rise.
“Tell me when to move,” Kyle grunts out. There he is. There’s my grumpy man. “I don’t want to hurt you, baby, but this pussy is begging for me to take it. I can feel it squeezing me tight. It needs to be stretched out just right. Molded so that it knows who it belongs to.”
I arch back at his words, the pleasure overwhelming me. “Move,” I tell him, my voice hoarse from my heavy breathing. “Please, Kyle. I need you to move.”
“I got you, baby. You let me take care of what’s mine.” I nod quickly wanting to encourage him to move. I need relief from the ache he’s created, and instinctively I know he’s the only one who can fix it. The only one to fill the void I didn’t know I had.
He pulls back gently, his motion still testing to see how sore I am. I squirm a bit, but not from pain. No, I’m squirming from holding back. If he wasn’t so massive, I’d flip him over and ride him til we both came. I’d show him just how fast to fuck me because I need him to work me over good.
Seeing my reaction, Kyle releases a wolfish grin before slamming all the way back inside me. I gasp at the intrusion, the feeling like nirvana to my sensitive body. He begins to set a punishing pace. His movement is rushed, frenzied in a way.
As he keeps going, I feel my body start to tighten up again, this time more than before. This orgasm is going to be even more explosive than the last. Feeling my walls start to grip him tightly, he sticks his thumb out in front of my mouth.
“Suck,” he tells me.
I don’t hesitate. Opening my mouth, I pull his thumb inside and rub it all across the top of my tongue. He releases an animalistic sound at the act, his composure further slipping. Popping his thumb from my mouth, he slides it down over my clit. The move is so unexpected that I actually jump a bit from the shock.
He laughs, further vibrating his body inside mine. Between his vibrating laugh and the perfect pressure on my clit, I’m a goner. I explode around him, my release going off like a bomb. I open my mouth to scream, but his hand covers it in time. I’d forgotten we were in someone else’s house at a party with probably a hundred people downstairs.
Somehow being with Kyle makes me lose all common sense. Before I can delve into how dangerous that is, I feel exhaustion overtake me.
“I’m just gonna close my eyes for a second.”
I feel the darkness surround me just moments later.
Chapter 7
Kyle
I sit on the bed watching Alice sleep like the creep that I am. It can’t be helped though. She’s got me fully entranced. I’m caught. Captured. And I don’t want to be free. Freedom is something I’d never ask as her prisoner.
As I sit there, I hear the party downstairs get louder and louder. Not sure what to do, I pull my phone out, deciding that scrolling social media is better than nothing. Besides, I don’t want her to freak if she wakes up to my eyes roaming over her naked body.
It only takes me a moment to pull up our school’s app, an idea our media teacher came up with last year as a way to keep students connected. Poor woman didn’t realize she was creating a hookup and gossip funnel for the masses. It’s normally something I avoid, but curiosity has me clicking the little icon before I can think better of it.
Immediately, regret fills me. On the main page is a picture of me after the game tonight standing with Jason and Davis. The caption says, “Most loved, Least desired.” There are over a thousand shares, with nearly twice as many comments.
Clearly forgetting how ugly people can get, I click to load the comments. Again, regret is immediate. Comment after comment talks about how we are the best players in each of our sports, about how awesome we are on the field or on the court, but how we lack the looks girl’s desire. A few dudes chime in with selfies of six packs and the typical ‘washboard abs’ that seem to get attention.
I spend the next five minutes reading almost every single comment on the thread. By the time I finish, I feel like the beast that they’ve called me. My eyes roam over to Alice, her body splayed out on the bed, my marks all over her body from earlier.
She deserves better.
She deserves those guys commenting on that post. The ones who she could walk around with openly, without someone snickering or commenting behind her back about how much she’s settled.
I won’t hold her back from that. Not stopping to rethink my decision, I pull out my phone to shoot off a text to Jason.
Me: Send up Alice’s friend. She needs her help.
Jason: Everything, ok?
Me: It will be. Just send her friend.
Putting my phone away, I slip back on my clothes, my feet taking me to the door. When I get to it, I turn one last time to look at the beauty before me.
We could have been good. We could have been magical. But that’s another life. An alternate one. One where the beauty ends up with the beast. That’s not our story though. Not this time.
I crack the door open, sliding through as gently as I can so no one can see Alice laid out. There’s only a couple more people up here at this point, but I still won’t risk it. I’m leaving to protect her. Letting others see her vulnerable state would counteract that.
Becky appears at the top of the stairs, her brow furrowed as she looks around me for Alice. “Where is she? Is everything ok? Jason wouldn’t tell me what was wrong.”
She’s talking a million miles a minute, not slowing down even for a breath. I shake my head at her, then lean down close as to keep the conversation private.
“Alice is asleep inside. I need to leave. Tell her I’m sorry.”
“You’re sorry? What does that mean, Thunder?” With the use of my nickname, I’m reminded of the post I just read through. Locking down my emotions, I turn from Becky, my feet hitting the stairs quickly. The noise of me barreling down the stairs alerts Jason and Davis as to my arrival. Both turn to look at me as I hit the bottom step. My face must give me away because both put their cups down, following me out front.
“What happened in there?” Davis speaks to me, his voice still hushed as we move through the crowd of students. Sure, they part for us three, but they are all still listening intently for any small piece of gossip. I shake my head no at him, letting him know it has to wait til we get to the truck.
When we slip inside, Jason is the first to break the silence. “What the fuck, man? You were finally alone with the girl of your dreams. What went wrong?”
Gripping the wheel, I try not to break it as my hands squeeze it tightly, my knuckles turning white. “Everything happened. And nothing happened. It doesn’t matter. She can’t be mine.”
“What do you mean? Did she say something?” Davis leans in between the two of us, his face trying to read my emotions. Of the three of us, he is the most in tune with his feelings. He’s always been able to tell us what we are feeling and how to fix it. I school my emotions to mask the hurt, the insecurity that lies beneath the surface.
“None of it matters. She’s not mine. She never will be. Let’s just move on.” Turning the key, I shift the car into drive. Pulling away from the party, I realize that my words are true. Even if I could get over my insecurity, Alice would never take me back. Leaving that room sealed my fate. I’ll spend the rest of my life treasuring the one moment we had, knowing it is all I’ll ever have.
Chapter 8
Alice
“Kyle? Come back to bed.” I reach across the bed feeling for his large strong form, but my hands come up empty. I realize, too, as I start to wake up that there’s a sheet over me.
Rising up on the bed, I pull the sheet up with me. Looking around, I notice a figure sitting in the corner, the screen in their hand illuminating their face. Becky. What’s she doing here?
Looking up as if she hears my thoughts, she pulls the wireless earbud out as she stands to walk over to me. Her eyes search mine asking questions I don’t even know how to decipher. I search hers back with questions of my own.
Where’s Kyle? What happened? Is he ok? Did I do something wrong?
Offering me a sad expression, she shakes her head, once again seeming to read my mind. “He’s gone, Alice. He texted Jason to tell me to come upstairs. When I made it up here, he said a few words then fled like the house was on fire.”
Her words don’t make sense. The boy who was in this room with me wasn’t running. He wasn’t hiding anything at all. He was open and honest. He was raw and pure.
“What did he say to you?” She tilts her head, her eyes closing as she thinks back. I realize then that I must have been asleep for a while. Looking at the clock on the nightstand I see it’s been a few hours, though no amount of time is going to take away the ghost of Kyle’s hands on my body.
“He told me that you were asleep and that he had to leave.” I stare at her, begging for something more. “Oh, and he told me to tell you he was sorry. He didn’t say what for though.”
“What could he possibly be sorry for? For the amazing orgasms? For treating me like I was the only thing in his world that mattered? Do you think he regretted me? Could I have been that bad?”
Becky reaches up, smacking away my hands that are nervously twisting in front of me. It’s a habit I thought I’d broken, but clearly it’s back with a vengeance as I doubt my entire experience with Kyle tonight.
“I don’t think this has anything to do with you. I think this was more of him battling his own demons. It’s just a theory, but I might be right.”
“Battling his own demons? What does that even mean?” I fling my arms around, forgetting for a second that I’m naked under the sheet I was holding. Squeaking at my sudden exposure, I reach down to grab the sheet again.
“Oh, stop it! I’ve seen the girls before. We’ve changed in the same room for years now.” She rolls her eyes, the motion so Becky-like that I snort out a laugh in response. “Though it does look like you’ve got a few more marks now than you normally do.”
My hand reaches up, touching one of the love bites Kyle gave me in our moments of passion. “Back to the point, B! What do you think is going on? What demons is he fighting?”
Instead of answering, she pulls her phone back out, unlocking the screen and sliding it over to me. Looking down, I notice the window is open to our school’s social media site, the one I actively avoid like the plague. It’s filled with lies and gossip. I once read that a Sophomor
e English teacher used to dress in drag on the weekends for extra money. The reality was that the teacher lost a bet with the Soccer Coach and had to strut down the hall in a dress on a Saturday. Someone happened to see, snapping a quick photo before creating the story for the student body to spread like wildfire.
Scrolling down, it takes me a minute to realize what I’m seeing. It’s a photo of Jason, Davis, and Kyle. My heart melts at the sight of him, his body more familiar now than it was before. When I read the words under the photo, those lovely dovey feelings turn to ice.
“What the hell, B!? Who wrote this? It’s all lies!” Clicking on the comments, I look on as hundreds of comments load, each worse than the one before it. It’s almost like these kids are trying to figure out who can be the bigger douchebag. There’s even selfies from those stupid guys who run track and field showing off their abs.
Like I’d choose abs over my big bear of a mountain man’s physique. It’s laughable really. Until I realize that this is the top post on the site. And if I passed out leaving Kyle to be bored, he must have opened the app. How must he have felt seeing all these comments? How could he believe them though?
“I know what you’re thinking, Alice. You’re wondering how he could possibly believe these things. You want to know why he doesn’t see himself like you do. Aren’t you?”
“I really hate when you do that mind reading stuff.”
She nods, though she once again doesn’t commit to stopping. Her Mama calls it their family trait. I just call it crazy. But she’s never been wrong before. She’s always known my mood. Always known my thoughts. Mind reader or not, I’m going to need my best friend to help me with this one.
“Did he tell you that he thought you hated him? That he believed you despised his guts?” I nod to her, the memory of his words fresh. “Imagine being in his shoes. You come to a party and find out the girl you thought hated you all along is open to a relationship. Then when she goes to sleep you find all these comments about your appearance. People telling the world that you aren’t good enough for anyone – especially not the girl you’ve had feelings for.”