by Lilly James
“Lou,” I say her name, but she refuses to look me in the eye. “What did I tell you about never being embarrassed in front of me?”
She hunches her backpack on her shoulders and glances behind her to two girls watching us in the corridor. Fucking nosey fucks.
“I just didn’t want you to find out that way.” Her voice is small, and she takes a step back. “I’ll talk to you later, okay?” she turns hastily and walks quickly out of the building.
I follow her through the parking lot. “Call me after?” I ask her, hoping that she will, and she doesn't feel too embarrassed to talk to me about it.
She presses her key fob, and the white Mercedes SLK beeps as it unlocks. “Nice car.” I whistle.
She opens the door. “I hate it.”
I knew this type of car wasn’t her. She’s not flashy, nor boastful. I wonder if her parents are rich?
“My dad’s a Doctor.” She answers my thoughts. “Not rich. But he has enough.”
“What kind?” I want to keep her talking, but by the way she’s shifting on her feet I know she really wants to get going.
“Radiology.” She slides into the seat. I hold the door open, looking in on her.
“Louisa,” I say her name with a sigh. “Please don’t panic. You’re a virgin, big deal.” I raise a smirk. “I actually love that you are.”
I watch her visibly relax, her shoulders sag, and she lets out a gasp. “Really?”
I also relax, because for a second there I thought she was going off me and wanted to be rid of my company. Yeah, I know, hard to believe. “Hmm,” I make the sound from the back of my throat. I know she enjoys it when I make that noise. She’ll enjoy it a helluva lot more when I’m moaning and groaning with my hands are all over that sweet, sexy body of hers.
I bend down and press a kiss to her cheek. “To know that I’m the only guy who will ever have your body? Hell, yeah, it fucking turns me on.”
She laughs, rises on her tiptoes and pulls on my collar. “What makes you so sure you’re going to have it?” she says, talking against my mouth.
I smile. “I’m not sure.” Yeah, I am. “I live in hope.”
I hear her phone ringing, and when she picks it up, I see the caller is her dad. “Go already.” She says. She closes the door, and I look through the window and hold my cell up to my ear.
“Call me.” I mouth.
She nods, grinning as she backs out of the parking space like a pro. Why am I hard as fuck watching her drive away? Girls and motors? Two of life’s finest.
Louisa
I pull up outside my house in Mose Hill. My stepmom says our two-mile-long street is one of the sought-after neighborhoods in Boston. It is impressive, but I just despise what Valery did with the place inside. Everything is white. White floors, white walls, white kitchen, with splashes of black and gray here and there. Nothing represents her personality, there’s no warmth or character. Bree says it matches Valery’s personality perfectly.
“Dad?” I call through the hall, pushing my backpack off my shoulders. I walk through the large hallway and into the kitchen. There’s no one around. I walk through the dining room and there they all are. My dad, Valery, my stepbrother, Emmerson and surprisingly Bree.
“I tried calling you, sweetie.” My dad says. “It’s not like you to be late.” My phone starts ringing, and I gain a frown from my father before answering it.
“Hey you,” Fallon greets me. “I am so sorry about telling Hunter you’re still–”
“Can you excuse me a moment?” I ask my dad, and he nods, but his brow is raised. I make it down the hallway and pull out my phone when I am hidden behind a corner.
“Forget it,” I say. “That doesn’t matter now because I think I’m going to be losing it tonight.” I am whispering like a child who doesn’t want anyone to eavesdrop. I should have just taken the call in the closet. “I’m glad you called because, well, I need tips.”
“Mother of fuck,” she gasps, and I stop myself from scolding her for cursing. “Right, what panties are you thinking of wearing?”
“I bought a couple of new pairs at Walmart the other day.”
“Louisa,” she hisses. “You are not wearing cotton panties that come as a multipack for $2.”
“$3, actually.”
“Bin them or I will. You need sexy Frenchie’s, matching bra. Wear something hot. Do not wear your Converse.” She says before I can get that in.
My style is casual, Converse that are beloved, jeans, a baggy t-shirt, hair looking like I just got out of bed, ankle bracelets that I haven’t taken off in three years, make up nonexistent, that’s me. So, what?
“You have a Kristen Stewart style going on, Louisa, even though I would do her in an instant, it’s kind of lazy. You need to be more Blake Lively, just for tonight.”
“Says you, who only wears black and lives in those leather boots with that hideous skull on the front.” I slap my hand over my mouth. “Oh, my God, I am so sorry.”
The line goes silent, then I hear laughter coming from Fallon. “Shit,” she’s laughing hard. “I think Hunter H is bringing out that cheekiness that was needed from you.”
I shake my head fiercely. “No, that was mean, and judgy, that’s not what I meant.”
“It’s cool as ice.” Fallon chuckles. “Anyway, get yourself something sexy. Borrow Bree’s if you have to.”
“Ew, no!” I hear footsteps coming down the marble squeaky clean floor.
“Lou?”
“It’s Bree. Got to go.”
“Who are you talking to?” Bree frowns and I can see her eyes glance at my phone in my hand.
“Fallon. Family emergency.” I lie.
She crosses her arms and nods towards the jacket I am wearing. “Is that Hunter’s jacket?”
I completely forgot I kept it on! “Uh, yeah.” As I walk past her to head back to my uneaten plate of chicken salad, I feel her eyes burning into my back. I don’t make a fuss though.
***
When I get back to my dorm, I take a shower, and change into a cami and bed shorts. My phone hasn’t stopped ringing, so when I finally get chance to pick it up, I see it’s Hunter calling. The biggest grin forms across my face.
“Hey,”
“Finally, you’re back. Can I come see you now?” He says straight away. “That’s if you’re not with your Rottweiler.”
I snuggle into my pillow. “Fallon’s out. How do you know I was home?”
“I saw your car in the parking lot.”
I chuckle. “Are you becoming obsessed with me Hunter?” I wouldn’t mind if he were. Hell, I wish he were.
“Uh,” he scoffs. “I watch you sleep, I want to be near you 24/7, and I know you’re back because I’ve been looking out of the window to the parking lot for the past two hours, and suddenly I’m obsessed?” I know he’s grinning; I can hear it in his voice. “Unbelievable.” He whispers, pretending to be choked up and upset.
“Do you want to come over?” I’m twisting my hair around my finger, and flirting!
“What kind of question is that.”
“If you come over, do you promise to behave?”
“Cross my heart.” He says. “Can you hear me doing it right now?”
I grin. “Okay, you can come over.” The line goes dead, and there’s a knock on the door. I don’t have to go and answer because after the knock the door gets pushed open and in walks Hunter.
Hunter
She raises her brow at me when she sees me walk into her room. “You were standing outside the whole time? Security!” She shouts.
I clutch at my chest and grab at my shirt. “I am wounded by such mockery.” I’m making a joke out of it, but hell If I am joking. Fuck is wrong with me? I am acting like a pussy whipped bitch. I expect Louisa to laugh along, but right now she’s just staring at me in a way I stare at her–all the time. Predatory, heated, needing to come so hard I may break. Well, maybe she’s not thinking about the latter, but I am.
“Your t-shirt shows off
your abs perfectly, Hunter.” I watch her throat dip as she swallows. I am wearing my sports kit that includes black track pants, a black and red tight-as-hell t-shirt and my duffel bag is thrown over my shoulder. I didn’t have time to change, and fuck am I glad I didn’t. “I don’t know how you can be this hot and real.” She giggles.
“Baby, this is not an illusion.” I throw down my duffle bag, grab the bottom of my t-shirt and pull it over my head. “100 percent real.” I glance down at my stomach, then walk towards Louisa. “Go ahead, touch me.” She holds out her hand but hesitates. “I’m all yours, Blondie.” I suck in a deep breath as she runs her fingertips down my chest, and I swear my dick shoots straight up.
Down boy.
Both her hands are now feeling their way across my stomach, and the way she looks from my abs, up to my eyes in a way that is so puppy-like and sweet, makes me want to pummel her. And I do. Fuck yeah, I do. I push her down onto her bed and crash my lips into hers. She moans so sweetly it sends an ache through my chest.
“I want you spread naked beneath me, baby.” Oh, shit, I’m thinking out loud again. “Sorry, Blondie. Ignore me.” I tell her. There is no way on earth that I want Louisa to think I am pressuring her. At all. I will wait until she’s one hundred and fucking two if I must, but I would much prefer a less wrinkly pussy.
My thoughts about her are dirty. The things I want to do to her are filthy, but I also want to make real, passionate love to this girl. A girl that I want to take my sweet time with. A girl who deserves to be devoured slowly.
“Don’t be sorry.” She breathes against my lips, massaging her tongue against mine. “I like that you talk dirty to me.”
Well, fuck me twice. She does?
“You do?” I pull back and see the sweet and innocence of her features, but she also has a minx like grin spreading across her lips. She nods, and I watch the heat rising in her cheeks. “Lou,” I moan her name, move my hands up her stomach and pull her cami over her head.
Oh, sweet Jesus, she’s braless. Her tits are pale and pert, nipples pointed and a perfect pink. I swallow hard. My eyes close and I rest my forehead on hers.
“My dick is causing me pain right now.” I breathe. She pulls her fingers through my hair and makes me look at her.
“Why?” she asks. She knows why. I love that she knows, her smile tells me as much, but her vulnerability also tells me she’s a little nervous to be so exposed in front of me. She’s not exposed enough.
“Because it has never ached so much. Your tits… hmm.” I can’t finish my sentence because I can’t describe how perfect they are without groaning in satisfaction. Her tits are big, full, perky as fuck. Her stomach is flat, but she has those wide hips that is making me salivate at my mouth right now. She watches me staring at her and she suddenly covers her stomach with her hands. “Can we switch the light off?”
I gape at her - Seriously?
“You switch the light off Louisa, and you will be committing a crime against my eyes.” I move her hands away, pin them down above her head and rest them against her pillow. “You are fucking stunning,” I say point blank, dipping down to kiss her lips. “So, so beautiful.” I let her hands go, and her fingers run through my hair. She pulls my head towards her and kisses me hard. It’s enough to make me crack. She moans into my mouth when my hands cup her tit, I bite her lip hard because of the way my cock is throbbing, and by the way my tongue feels against her bare neck.
“Hunter,” she says my name between a gasp when I take a nipple into my mouth and suck. Oh, this is so, so good. I suck hard, pull her nipple between my teeth and groan because of the way Louisa is pulling at my hair, gasping, and urging her pussy upwards. She hasn’t ground her pelvis against my dick yet but fuck the moment she does I am going to explode.
As hard as it is to say, I don’t want her to, though, because if she does my cock is going straight into her pussy and fucking her hard. I will lose control, there is no doubt about it. Louisa is a virgin, and I want to take it slow, I don’t want to harm or bruise her. On the other hand, I want to fully show her what she’s been missing, and that’s my cock.
Louisa
Hunter’s lips around my breast is forcing me to moan, gasp and make noises I'm not used to. My body is wriggling off its own accord. My moans are coming out, and there is no way to stop it. The temperate of my body is rising by the second, and I have no idea how to cool it down. I feel stupidly inexperienced when he sits me on his lap and wraps my legs around his waist.
“You okay?” he asks for the twentieth time.
“More than okay.” I smile.
“Good.” I am fully aware, maybe more aware of his lips pressing into mine, the noises he makes to make me aware he wants me. “Baby, tell me if I’m going too fast, too slow. Tell me if I am doing something you don’t like, if there is anything you don’t want me to do, or if you feel uncomfortable at all.”
Hunter melts my heart. He’s kissing me hard, then he reigns in control and acts like I’m fragile. I am not fragile; I am just a virgin. I have needs. I don’t want to be treated with care or like I may break. When Hunter talks dirty to me, kisses me hard, feels my body in a way that is so effortless yet so powerful and commanding, I yearn for it. I am yearning for it. Between my legs, I am wet, I am pounding, I am needing. Just because I haven’t done this before, or don’t know how to express myself sexually, doesn’t mean I haven’t felt urges or these desires, and I want Hunter to know that. I feel safe with him; I feel ready to let go. I am ready.
In the heat of the moment I wrap my legs around his waist, and his eyes light up. “Hunter, please, don’t be gentle.”
He tenses sits back and looks at me hard. Making sure I am telling the truth. “You’re not just saying that because you’re turned on? I don’t want you to regret it later, Lou.”
I shake my head quickly. I need him on me again. Grabbing for his shoulders, I pull him over me. My hands go onto his face, and I trace his bottom lip with my thumb. “I mean it, Hunter. Don’t go gentle, don’t act like I will break. Don’t think about it, just do it. Please.”
He looks at me, making sure I am genuine. I love that he is, that he’s thinking about me and what I want. But this is what I want.
“What about dirty talk?” he bites the tip of my thumb.
I gasp. “The dirtier, the better.”
He inhales. “Hard fucks?”
“Yes please.” I squeak.
“Any boundaries?” he asks, getting himself worked up.
“None.” I breathe, getting impatient. I don’t even know if I have any. “Just take me, Hunter.” Did I just say that?
His eyes close, and he releases a subtle moan. “Baby, it’ll be my pleasure.”
His hands are pinning my arms above my head, and he’s kissing me so hard I lose breath. One hand releases my arm and he uses the back of his fingers to skim down my neck, down my breasts and stomach, then his fingers stop as he gets to the waistband of my shorts. His behavior has me all excited.
“These need to come off.” He pulls them down my legs, but keeps my panties on, then he’s back over me, kissing me, taking over my mouth with his tongue. I can’t help but think how much of an excellent kisser he is, and wonder what he thinks of me? He kisses me so possessively like he been holding this side back and now he’s unleashing it with a vengeance. I love the way it feels. Love this side to him, a side I knew he wanted to let loose. A side I knew he was hiding.
I let my hands roam over his shoulders, over the ripples of his abs. They are real, they are under my palms and so hot and hard. I wonder if he thinks I should work out as much as he does? Stop thinking Lou! He already said you were beautiful.
His fingers slide into my panties, and he stops kissing and glances into my eyes.
“Okay?” He makes sure first.
“Amazing.” I breathe. With that one word spoken he nods, keeps his eyes locked on mine and slides his fingers inside my panties. He pushes two fingers inside of me.
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��Hunter.” I gasp his name and my back arches from the bed.
“Okay?” He asks again, but a little more breathless this time.
“Yes,” I tell him.
He thrusts his fingers into me harder and groans. “You’re soaking wet.”
“Is that a good thing?” I ask, pushing up my hips, so his fingers push in deeper.
His chuckle is raspy. “Yeah, baby, it is.” He gets my hint and pushes another finger inside of me. “Have you ever cum, Louisa?” I shake my head no. “That makes me so happy. Your first orgasm is going to belong to me.” He thrusts his fingers in and out slowly, and every time he pushes them in with a little bit more force, I gasp even harder. Hunter hasn’t taken his eyes off me. He watches my face, my lips moaning, my butt rising, his fingers thrusting. He sucks the tip of his thumb then brings it to my clit. It only takes three circular rubs, and my body is tightening. My legs are strengthening. Then Hunter stops and removes his fingers.
“Why did you stop?” I swear I am about to cry. Hunter starts kissing down my wobbling legs, moving his mouth between my thighs. “I want to taste your pussy, Lou. I want you to come for the first time in my mouth.”
“Oh, God.” I moan as Hunter licks between my legs. My head falls back into the pillow. My fingers dig into his shoulders. The way he’s French kissing me down below, then sucking at my clit is causing my head to spin. My mind is lost. Hunter is making gentle noises that sound like he’s enjoying it just as much as me, and that’s turning me on even more. Feeling his tongue lashing across my clit and exploring between my legs causes me to lose my mind.
“Hunter!” I call out his name, clench my eyes shut and come loose. “Oh my God.” I am gasping for breath as I come. I press my legs against Hunter's temples and yank at his hair. The sensation is life changing.
Life.
Changing.
“Fuck me, Hunter,” I beg of him. I realize that talking like this isn’t me. I would never use these words, but I am in the moment where I don’t care about anything other than Hunter being inside me.
Hunter licks his lips, his eyes are heavy lidded, and he looks extremely pleased. I think he’s about to obey my wishes, but he kisses up my neck softly, calming me down. “Baby, I don’t think we should.”