Lifting his head, he looks up at me with pure agony. I can see him trying so hard to repel me, and it’s so goddamn hard to watch.
“Don’t you see? I’m fucking bad for you. You don’t know what the fuck you’re getting yourself into.”
“I do. Don’t treat me like a helpless, pathetic kid. I can make my own decisions.”
He immediately stands up, his fingers folded into a fist, and comes up to me. Shivers run down my spine as I’m reminded of his closeness, instantly awaking the desires stirring inside me. Hot memories of his kisses flash through my mind, and all I can think of is doing it again.
“I don’t want to hurt you. I’m dangerous. Yet you stand here, wanting more,” he says, towering over me.
“And I completely accept the consequences,” I say.
“Are you fucking crazy? You have no idea what you’re saying. There’s a reason I ended it after a kiss. I won’t be able to stop myself if we go any further.”
“Then don’t stop yourself,” I say.
He chuckles, almost annoyed. “I’m Hunter. The guy who has sex like an animal. If you’re with me, I’ll fucking tear you to pieces.”
“I can take it.”
“You said you’ve never had a boyfriend. So you’re a virgin, right?” He lifts his hand and caresses my cheek lightly. His rough finger is tingly on my skin, and I shudder.
“Do you even know what I do to virgins?”
I gasp. “No, but I’m curious to find out.” I walk past him and sit down on his bed, reluctant to leave, even if he asks me to.
“Really? I think there’s a lot more to it than that. You’re still scared.” He turns around and gazes at me with this predatory look in his eyes that intimidates me.
“What do you mean?”
“You think you have to give yourself to me in order to keep me all to yourself.”
A flush spreads across my cheeks, and I start to feel lightheaded. At first I’m mad, but then the realization hits me that he might actually be right. Although I hate the way he says it, like he’s all that, and I’m just a pining girl.
“I just don’t want to … I want to …” I don’t even know how to say this.
“I don’t want anyone else. Anyone. Why do you keep thinking like this? You think I have sex with every girl out there?” he growls.
“Well I’ve never … and you’re always …”
“What? Flirty? That doesn’t mean I actually want something.”
“Then why do you want something with me?” I say, gulping.
“Because you’re different,” he says. “But I can’t. I can’t do this to you. I can’t turn you into something you’re not. I already think I’m fucked up, but when I fuck you up too … God, no.”
“You won’t. I’ll be okay. I can handle it.”
“No, you can’t,” he growls, and takes a step closer. “You have to leave. Now.”
“Why? Why do you keep pushing my buttons and then rejecting me?”
One of his eyebrows arches up. “Don’t you see what you do to me? I need you to go so I can calm down. I get fucking hard just looking at you like that.” He points at my dress, and suddenly I have the urge to cover myself up, feeling naked.
He shakes his head and sighs. “I mean, look at you. You’re such a fucking good girl, with your books and your proper clothes. I’m like a fucking stain on your rep,” he rants. “I could hold myself back, but now … after those kisses … God, now I can’t stand it. I just want to rip your clothes off.”
I think I’m not even listening to him anymore. After he mentioned getting hard because of me, everything feels like a huge blur. All I see is the huge bulge in his jeans, and now I’m desperate to find out what he looks like. What he feels like. What sex with him feels like. My first time.
“You have to leave. Right. Now,” he snaps.
“No,” I say.
“Listen to me for once,” he says.
“No, you listen to me. I want you. I don’t care about the rest. I want to … know what it feels like.”
“Do you even hear what you’re saying? I don’t make love. I fuck your brains out.”
“Then do it,” I say. “You said you saw me looking. You knew I wanted you.”
He chuckles, and the smirk on his face is so ridiculously sexy, I just want to plant my lips on his.
He comes closer, leans forward, and grabs me by the shoulders. “Get. Out.”
“No.”
I don’t want to leave. I want more from him. So much more. Now that I’ve seen and felt a glimpse, I don’t want it to stop. I want to feel, touch, experience.
This isn’t at all like me, but I don’t want to be anywhere else. I don’t even want to be me right now. All I want is him. No rules. No boundaries. Just finding out about sex.
I want to know what it’s like. I’m turning off my restraints. I’ll follow my heart tonight.
I’ve been waiting for the right person for so long, when all I was waiting for was someone like him. Someone who cares about me, someone who protects me. Someone handsome and sweet. So sexy, I could die.
I want him more than anything else right now.
“Get out now before it’s too late to change your mind.” He’s right in front of my face now, so close I just want to pull him back onto the bed with me.
“No. I won’t change my mind.”
He squints, pursing his lips. “Say no one more time.”
I scowl, confused. “Why? Do you get off on it?”
He grins, and it’s a sultry, heavy grin that speaks volumes. “I told you, you don’t know what you’re getting yourself into. I like my girls feisty, and I like to claim them as my own. Especially when they’re playing hard to get.”
I gulp at those last words. My pussy is thumping like crazy, thinking of all the possibilities that encompass ‘claiming.’ Jesus. He really is an animal.
His head hovers close to my ears, and he whispers, “Just say it. Say the word, and I’ll take you, right here, right now.”
I gasp, my inhibitions shattering. “Please …”
He laughs, but it sounds more like a grunt, alerting all my senses. “You asked for it.”
Not one moment does he waste. He grasps my arms, flings me down on the bed, and rips off my shoes like he’s in some kind of frenzy, throwing them into a corner.
I crawl back on my elbows, peering at the predator in front of me.
“You want crazy? You’ll get crazy,” he says.
Hooking his fingers underneath his soaked black shirt, he pulls it over his head and throws it aside.
I’m baffled.
What appears is a sculpted body. Bulging biceps, broad shoulders, trained pectorals, washboard abs, and muscles everywhere. Oh my God.
My eyes are locked on his ripped body. I never imagined him being this fucking hot.
His abs contract when he stalks forward like the real Hunter that he is. He crawls onto the bed, looking up at me from above, his eyes aggressive, seductive. A boyish smile curves his lips, telling me how much he relishes this moment. Like he knows he’s about to be the first to take me.
I love the way he looks at me.
Snatching one of my legs, he puts his lips on my foot, surprising me. He kisses all the way up to my ankle, and then drags his lips to my calves. From there his tongue comes out to play, sliding up to my thigh. It’s the most exquisite thing I’ve ever felt.
“You sure about this, Leafy?” he says, kissing my thigh, setting me ablaze.
“Yes,” I whimper.
He muffles a laugh, but it sounds more like a groan, making me all hot and bothered. “Here I come,” he says with a husky voice.
He pushes himself up on his elbows and crawls right on top of me. I’m still completely dressed, but he feels amazing. I don’t care about anything anymore.
Hunter has me by the shoulder and his other hand slides down my side to my ass, cupping it. He squeezes, hard, and crashes his lips into mine. I’ve been waiting for this sin
ce the moment he last took his lips off mine. God, it feels amazing.
My fingers drift through his hair, grasping him so he’s closer. His hot mouth is so magnetizing. Our lips are raw, wet, and going numb from frenzied kisses, and I love it.
He’s still wearing pants, and he rubs his leg against my thigh. He sucks on my bottom lip and nibbles on it as he undulates against me, making me feel his hard-on.
I struggle to get my glasses off and place them on the cabinet beside us. He’s lying partially on top of me, his strong leg pushing up against my thigh. As it grazes my panties, I moan softly, and he bites his lip when he hears.
“You sound so fucking sexy when you do that,” he whispers. “Makes me want to put my hands all over you.” On his face is a cocky smile, like that of a boy who’s proud he could make me squirm.
I love it.
His rabid kisses across my neck make me writhe. My hands drift over his rigid back, nails digging into his skin. He groans as I push my body up to meet his in a desperate attempt to be closer.
“I’m your first,” he says in between his kisses.
I’m not sure whether it’s a question or a statement, so I nod.
His fingers drift from my ass to my hips, and then slowly creep under my dress. I gasp, shocks coursing through my body as he crawls under my dress, nudging it up. The moment he reaches my panties, I hold my breath.
“You’ve never done this before, have you?” he whispers, nibbling my ear while frantically rubbing himself against me.
“No,” I say in between breaths.
He chuckles, but it sounds more like a partial groan. “All the more fun for me.”
His hot mouth crushes mine again, and it’s so delicious I’m overcome with pure wantonness. I’m starting to feel possessed by him.
Moisture builds up between my folds as he pushes my wet dress over my panties and his hands make contact with my belly. It feels so good, and yet so dirty at the same time.
In a rush, he lifts my dress up and pulls it over my head, grunting.
A flush appears on my skin, and my hands immediately cover up my bra and panties. I still feel uncomfortable baring it all to him, to anyone for that matter. I’m so new to this, and yet I want it, too. Conflicting emotions take control of me.
“You’re still scared,” he says, throwing my dress across the room.
His eyes swipe over my body in one quick motion, and he bites his lip. “Why are you hiding? Are you ashamed of your body?”
“No. I’m just not used to this. I’ve never done this before.”
“So no other guy has ever seen you like this?”
I shake my head, still clenching my own arms.
A devilish smile lightens his face. “Trust me, you look fucking hot.”
I hide my smile by sucking on my lips, because I feel embarrassed by his compliment.
Suddenly, Hunter grabs my wrists. It takes him no effort at all to push them away from my chest and pin them above my head. “You wanted it. I’m doing what you asked,” he says.
He kisses my sternum, his hands drifting down to my breasts. The moment he reaches them, I take in a sharp breath. He waits, his eyes hungrily seeking my permission. I close my eyes and lick my lips, ready for more.
As he cups them, I moan with desire. He voraciously kneads them, taking pleasure in the fact that he’s the first. I can see it in his eyes, that boyish, gratified look. All my sensitive spots are on fire.
He groans, nudging down my bra in an attempt to free my breasts from their cups. “I want to see you,” he murmurs.
Kissing the nape of my neck, he pulls down my bra and exposes my nipples. I feel blatantly laid bare, but at the same time I want to give myself to him. To let him be the one to see and feel me this way. To experience this with him.
He moans inside his mouth as he works his way down my chest to my nipples. When his lips touch the peaks, I squirm and scrunch up the blanket with my fingers.
“Damn. Don’t you ever cover up those perfect tits,” he says, making me giggle.
He places his lips right on top of my pink tips and starts sucking. The explosion of desire is too much to take.
God, that feels good.
He muffles a laugh while suckling on my breast, his tongue sometimes flicking out to make me writhe. His free hand drifts down my waist again and inches up to my panties. I squeal when his fingers hook around the fabric. I’m drenched already, and he hasn’t even touched me there yet.
“You want it so much, don’t you?” he murmurs while sucking my other nipple. “Tell me how much you want it.”
His hand slides down my panties, and I’m getting so fucking turned on I can’t breathe.
“A lot,” I manage to blurt out.
He chuckles and licks his lips when seeing me in agony. “Tell me you’ve touched yourself,” he says.
My eyes jerk open, and I squint. “W-what?”
A sexy smile curves his lip. “Have you made yourself come before?”
I blush and suddenly feel very snuck up on.
“Never mind. You don’t have to say it. Your blush says enough.”
My eyes widen, and a sort of moan-laugh escapes his mouth. He loves this. It’s obvious.
Of course I’ve done that. There’s no girl that hasn’t. But that was me, and my finger alone. Nothing else. Not him and his seductive, calloused fingers that would make any girl squeal.
“Next time you do it, you’ll think of me,” he murmurs.
Oh. My. God.
It’s too much.
His lips drag up my neck again, all the way up my jawline, and then my mouth. I can’t take my lips off him as his hand dives into my panties. The moment I feel him slipping down my wet folds, I gasp.
“Can I be the first guy to make you come?” he says.
I swear I just came, right there. Just from those words.
I’m too shy to answer.
I close my eyes and enjoy the feeling of having him explore the secret spots I deemed private all those years. His skilled fingers slip down my pussy, dragging up the moisture in between. He grunts in my ear, and pushes his legs up against me. His erection pokes my thigh, making me want to reach out and grab him.
Hunter pins me down with one hand, holding me hostage, which I’m enjoying. His other hand is roaming freely across my pussy, feeling his way down.
Powerful shocks run through my entire body, and blood pumps to that one spot between my legs. I struggle not to pant, feeling the pressure build as he works on me.
I can’t believe this is happening, but at the same time I want it so badly.
He licks my lips, kisses the edges of my mouth, and sucks on my skin as he flicks my nub. He knows exactly where to go and how to do it, just like I expected. He’s a fucking sex god, and he knows it.
My body zings with sensations, and I feel like I’m about to fall apart beneath him. He’s panting with me as I struggle not to give in to pleasure. I feel so dirty, and this feels so wrong and yet so good. His gray eyes stare right back into mine, full of longing, a craving, awaiting the inevitable climax.
And when it comes, it’s massive.
It’s a wave of emotions and shocks that run from my loins to my toes and up to the top of my head. It’s amazing and freeing. I’m melting in his arms, heated up to the core. I feel drunk with lust. I’ve never felt anything like it before.
Hunter leaves little pecks on my cheek, and continues to rub me until I’m sated. As my panting subsides, he slips off me and lies down next to me. He gazes at me with a confident, satisfied smirk on his face.
“That was fan-fucking-tastic. Did it feel that way to you, too?” he says.
I let out a huge breath. “Definitely.”
He chuckles, and it sounds cute. He leans forward and pecks me on my temple. He’s being sweet, and I have no idea why. I just came, this isn’t the time to be cute. This is the time for raw, hard sex.
“Why are you stopping?” I say, still catching my breath.
“Because this is as far as it goes tonight.”
My jaw drops. “What about the sex?”
“What about it?”
“I thought …” I stammer.
“You came. You liked it. I loved it. That’s all that matters.”
I’m flabbergasted. Seriously, I have no idea what to say. I feel cheated out of something I was promised, even though I wasn’t.
“No, it’s not all that matters,” I say, and I pull up my bra, feeling very exposed all of a sudden.
“It’s enough. For now.”
“Why? You fuck all the other girls, too, don’t you?” I say, feeling pissed.
“And you’re not ‘all the other girls.’”
I swallow. I don’t know what to say. I can’t believe he’s doing this. After I’ve let him undress me, see my boobs, and touch me all over, this is what he gives me? He even made me come.
Fuck.
It was good, but now it’s spoiled. This feels like another one of his teases, and I can’t stand it.
Honestly, I feel humiliated. With me not being one of ‘all the other girls’ it’s almost a direct insult. As if I’m not good enough to fuck.
And I just gave him my everything. He just took my innocence. He just saw me at my weakest, and he’s taken advantage of it.
Snorting, I throw the blanket off me and get out of the bed.
“What are you doing?” he says.
I fetch my dress. “Going.”
“Wait, what?” he says, and now he gets up from the bed, too.
“I don’t want to be your plaything. I made a mistake coming here,” I say, tears welling up in my eyes.
I should’ve known he’d do this to me.
He comes up behind me and grabs both my arms. “Don’t go.”
“Why should I stay?”
“Because I want you to. I need you.”
“Stop playing around! You want me, but you don’t want me? You just practically told me I’m not good enough to fuck,” I say.
“No, you have it all wrong. When I said you’re not one of those girls, I meant that you’re special. Different.”
I’m silently biting my lip, listening to him. I want to give him a chance, but the amount of times I’m still willing to do it are diminishing quickly.
“I want to take it slow. Not rush into things.”
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