Bad News

by Lilly James

  “I’m ready,” I tell him, feeling down his stomach to take his dick into my hands.

  “Oh, Jesus.” He gasps, pressing his forehead against mine. Okay, I am holding Hunter’s large dick in my palm, and I suddenly feel the urge to please him more than he pleased me.

  His palms cup my cheeks, and he kisses me hard as I move my hand up and down. Slow at first, I tease him, running my thumb along the head and smearing his pre-cum down his shaft. I have an urge to taste it, but I feel too shy to bring my thumb up to my lips. I move my hand harder, faster. I love the noises he makes, the moans, the groans, the gasps. The way he kisses me, then let’s go to release a breath.

  “Lou,” he breaths against my neck. “…feels so good.” I think he’s about to cum because he tenses, his fingers pull a little on my hair. I move my wrist faster, needing him to cum for me, not just because it’s turning me on watching him about to come undone, but because, Jesus, my wrist is killing me.

  “Lou, oh, Lou.” He heaves out my name huskily and ragged, and I keep going until he tenses on top of me. The way he said my name just now keeps re-playing through my mind as he relaxes. I want him to say it so much more. Just like that.

  When our breathing returns to normal, he shifts, falls to the side of me, lies on his back and pulls me on top of him.

  Brushing my hair behind my ear, he says, “That was…” he smiles and glances up to the ceiling. “A-fucking-mazing.”

  I laugh. “I am pretty sure that word doesn’t belong in the dictionary.” Then it suddenly dawns on me, shit, I asked him to fuck me? What the? I hang my head in shame and bury my head in the crook of his neck. Not only because I asked him something I would never normally ask, okay, begged, but because he said no. Why did he say no?

  “Hey,” he laughs, trying to pull me up to look at him but I refuse. “You just let me lick your pussy, and now you decide to go shy on me?” he bumps me up with his hips, but I still refuse to look. “Blondie, what’s up?”

  I roll over him and throw the covers over my head. He laughs, pulls them up and gets underneath with me. “You better start talking because I turn green when I get claustrophobic.”

  I quickly throw the covers off us. “Really?”

  Hunter bows his head between us and smirks. “No.”

  “Hunter,” I playfully smack his shoulder.

  He grabs hold of my arms and makes me look at him. “Tell me.”

  I shrug, and glance away from him, focusing on all of Fallon’s costume wigs that are messily thrown across her bed. “I’m just embarrassed that I begged you to fuck me. Then to add injury to insult, you said no.” I glance back at him because the color of her wigs start to give me a headache. “I know I may not be a girl you usually date, but–”

  “Stop there.” He says. Hunter makes me lie on my side, next to him so we are face to face. I close my eyes when he starts stroking my cheek. “You’re right, you’re nothing like the girls I usually date.” My eyes shoot open, but he puts a finger to my lips to stop me talking. “And that’s the point.” He sighs and leans up on an elbow.

  “Lou, I told you no, because I don’t want you to ask me to fuck you in the heat of the moment. I want you to ask me to make love to you when you’re thinking straight.” The way he’s looking down on me is like he’s looking at the most adorable teddy that exists. I don’t want to be adorable, I want to be sexy. Don’t I? No, I don’t want to be sexy. I want to be me. Hunter likes me. I will not lose myself right now just because I am having a little self-doubt.

  “If I lost control, and believe me I was close, then I would have fucked you so hard it would have hurt, Lou. That is the last thing I want to do to you. To hurt, you.”

  “Ever?” I ask, wondering if he will only ever treat me like I am made of glass.

  “Just for the first time,” he runs his fingers down my breast. “I want to make you feel comfortable and special. Then,” his fingers trail over my hips. “We can fuck.” He leans in. “As hard as you want.” I bite my lip, already turned on and anticipating the moment when I get to lose my virginity to Hunter. My heart swells at the thought that he wants to take it slow, it makes me feel special to do it when the time is right. I know if it were any other boy, he would have dived right in, and yes, probably hurt me and ruined my first-time experience. I wonder what he has in store for me?

  The smallest kiss to my collar bone has me wriggling under his touch. “Tell me when, and I will be at your service.” He says.

  “Tomorrow night,” I tell him. I can’t wait any longer.

  His grin his huge. “Tomorrow night it is, then. You will feel a different girl after I’m done with you.” He jokes - or does he?

  Hunter pulls himself up, and I watch him find his clothes, and then I scowl because he hides that body from me. Although he is equally as sexy when he’s dressed.

  Hunter throws his duffel bag over his shoulder and bends down to kiss me on my lips. “I’ll call you after practice.” He winks. I roll my eyes, and smile, watching him leave my bedroom. When he’s gone, I collapse into my pillow and exhale the biggest breath. What the hell just happened?

  As I am contemplating life with Hunter, and reliving what happened just now, I feel tingly all over again. Thinking about the way Hunter's tongue danced around my clit is forming a throb between my legs. I pull the blanket over my naked body and slide my hand down below my thighs. I have touched myself before, but have never made myself cum. I’ve touched myself thinking of celebrities, (mainly Ryan Gosling) but never a crush, never a boyfriend. I touch myself thinking of Hunter and lift my butt off the bed just a little as I push my fingers inside myself. I moan, whispering Hunter's name.

  “Shit, I forgot my phone–”

  I shoot up in bed, clutching the covers to my chest. “Hunter!” I gasp. I wouldn’t be embarrassed, but the way he’s looking at me is telling me without a doubt he knows what I was doing under the blankets.

  He tilts his head and smirks. “Were you–”

  “No!” I snap. Mortified just doesn’t cut it right now.

  Hunter drops his duffel bag from his shoulder. His eyes turn dark, turned on and excited. “You were touching yourself and thinking of me?” Okay, the way he’s looking at me right now is the way a lion looks at his prey before pouncing. That means my antics turned him on, right?

  “Were you thinking about my hands all over your gorgeous tits? My fingers and tongue inside your pussy?”

  Oh, why is he so good at this. and why am I not? “Maybe.” I breathe out, staring into his eyes.

  He drops to his knees and scoots to the side of the bed. “Do it now. Let me watch.”

  My cheeks heat up. “You want to watch?”

  “Hmmm,” he groans. He reaches under the cover with his hand and feels his way between my open thighs. “Goddamn, you’re so wet. Is this how I make you, baby?” Oh, God, yeah, he does.

  I nod, and under the security of the cover, I place my hand over his and move it around. My head falls back, my eyes close, but Hunter pulls his hand away and replaces it with mine. He can’t directly see my hand on my vagina, but he can feel it, and he can see the way my features are falling languid, the way my lips part. He can hear my soft moans, hear his name being whispered.

  “Make yourself cum, Lou.” He commands. I am circling my clit with the tip of my finger, and Hunter thrusts two fingers inside of me but keeps them still. “I want to feel you tighten around my fingers, baby.” His fingers are deep, and he begins to thrust them in and out leisurely. It’s sexy - him clothed, me naked, and both of us working me up to a climax.

  I scoot forward pushing his fingers into me as I apply more pressure to my clit.

  “Hunter… I’m almost there.”

  “Hmmm, yes.” He moans, keeping his fingers still as I cum. I close my legs together and grip hold of the sheets riding out my climax until I fall back onto the bed. Hunter removes his fingers and hovers over me. He runs the tip of his fingers along his bottom lip, then he slides them in
to his mouth and sucks.

  “You are my favorite flavor.” He grins. “Now, is it okay to leave you alone? I know you’re going to miss me, but I’ll call you later.”

  I roll my eyes. “I’m sure I’ll manage.”

  Hunter is about to kiss me goodbye, but his phone rings inside his pocket. He reaches in and checks the caller on the screen. Hunter scowls. “Fuck’s sake.” He hangs up and climbs from the bed. “I have to go, Blondie.” He blows me a kiss and goes on his way.

  Whoever just called him has made him angry. Maybe it’s an ex? I doubt there is something worse than a jealous ex with a vendetta

  Chapter 19

  Louisa

  “I mean, is my hand meant to ache, or is there some exercise I can do to combat that?” I am telling Fallon all about what happened with Hunter last night. Since I am not experienced with this sex business, I like to ask all questions I know Fallon will have the answers to.

  “Fuck no,” she says, screwing up another piece of paper and throwing it into the trash can nearby. “It aches like a bitch, but you drive through it like a trooper and beg to fuck he cums before you give in.”

  I flick the page over on my study book, Fallon and I are studying on the table benches in the park near college. A lot of students come here when the weather is nice, it’s peaceful, and being surrounded by wildlife hiding in the trees gives me a sense of serenity. Although, Fallon’s Marilyn Manson music is giving me a headache and I can only hear it slightly coming from her headphones. How can she study and listen to that kind of music? Today her hair is pink, but I am not sure if she’s dyed it or she’s wearing a wig. They look so real.

  “Anyway, I have a class in…” she checks her phone for the time. “Oh, now. See ya later.”

  I wave her off, place my sunglasses back over my eyes and get stuck in. Around ten minutes’ pass, and I hear music coming from somewhere else. I groan, hating it when students bring their small music pills or whatever they’re called to the park. The music gets closer, so I whip off my sunglasses and turn around to see who’s disturbing me. Of course, I wouldn’t argue or yell, there would be no need; a polite ‘would you keep it down’ will do. However, and a huge, however, it is Hunter and his guyband that is making the noise. I watch as they move across the park, Hunter, Jax, Ashby and Dexter. It’s almost like they should be moving in slow motion. Like they should be on a sexy Pepsi advert.

  The girls are literally taking off their sunglasses to check them out. I roll my eyes, push my sunglasses back on and turn back to my work.

  “Blondie.” My ears prick up when I hear his voice. I glance over my shoulder and watch him jog away from where his friends are about to sunbathe on the grass and make his way towards me. My eyes are darting over his face and his bare torso. His t-shirt is casually thrown over his shoulder, and he pushes his Ray Bans on to his head. “Come here often?” he winks.

  I laugh. “You’re so weird.” I glance back to where his friends are, they’re watching us. “Are you ditching them for me?” my question was playful, but somewhere it came out hopeful.

  His grin is infectious. “Baby, I would ditch the goddamn Queen for you. Queen Elizabeth that is, ya know, not Queen B because that would make me crazy.”

  I gasp playfully. “You would ditch me for Beyoncé? Well I would ditch you for Ryan Gosling, and Brad Pit, and–”

  “Whoa, whoa, whoa.” He waves his hands around then leans on my shoulders. “There are more than three men you would ditch me for? I think I need to call your mom little lady.”

  The smile that was on my face slowly fades automatically, but I pick it back up before Hunter realizes. “Just kidding,” I quickly say. “I wouldn’t ditch you for anyone.”

  Hunter straddles the bench and faces me. He slips off my sunglasses, places them in his lap and smiles. “I wouldn’t ditch you either. I quite like you.” He leans in and kisses me. It’s a soft and slow kiss, and I am mentally aware that we are probably being watched right now, but I don’t care. “What you doing here by yourself?” he glances over my study papers and notes. “Oh, I should have known.” He grins.

  “Yes, and you’re,” I poke him in his chest–his bare chest that is hard, tan and urging me to touch is that bit more. “Distracting me.”

  Hunter shrugs proudly. “Disruptive and distracting. Isn’t that why you agreed to be my girlfriend?” he scoffs. “Because if it’s not, we seriously need to reconsider this relationship.”

  I shake my head at him. “Stop messing around, I need to study.”

  Hunter nods like he gets it, stands up and moves aside some of my sheets. He lies down on the table, places his sunglasses back on and sunbathes right there. “I’m not stopping you. I’ll just lie right here, looking all irresistible and shit.”

  I flick him on the knee with my ruler. “You are annoyingly right, but when it comes to my studies, I can resist anything.”

  “Oh really,” he says without looking up. I know by the way his voice has a tease to it that I have just set him a challenge.

  “Really,” I say. Picking up my pen I carry on writing, trying to ignore the way Hunter’s abs are in full view and so amazingly gorgeous. I glance back down to my work but notice his hand shift to his crotch.

  “Just to let you know, I am so fucking hard right now. Watching you study is weirdly turning me on.”

  “Shhh.” I hiss, biting at my lip and carrying on with my writing. I hate my eyes for glancing back and forth. Watching his hand resting on the bulge that is so obvious under his shorts is killing me. Killing me.

  “What if we fucked on this bench, Lou? Hmmm,” he groans, still without looking up. “I would fuck you so good, the whole park would know my name.”

  I raise my brow. “I’m pretty sure they know your name already, Hunter.” I clench my legs together and try to concentrate, but I have read the same line five times.

  He finally sits up, takes my pen out of my hand and throws it behind him. “I can’t take it no more. Come here.” He slips down from the table, places his hands under my arms and pulls me from the bench.

  “Hunter, what are you doing?”

  He picks me up and lays me down onto the grass, then hovers over me.

  “I can’t go more than a minute without thinking about you Lou. I can’t go a second without wanting my hands on you. I don’t want to go seconds without you.” He runs the tip of his nose along mine, and I smile wider than I have ever smiled due to his words.

  “Is this you being serious?” I ask.

  “Deadly serious.” He kisses me again, and I palm the side of his head as I kiss him back.

  “Even though I would like to; I don’t think it’s possible for us to be joined at the hip.”

  Hunter pulls back and deadpans. “I have a belt at home that I can strap us both into. Just say the word.”

  I push his shoulder. “You’re crazy, but I like you, but you’re crazy.”

  Hunter laughs. “You’re quoting Old School on me right now?”

  “I sure am.” I take his sunglasses from his head and place them over my eyes. “Now, get lost. If you want me to yourself tonight, you have to let me study right now.”

  Hunter shoots up from where he is sitting and gets to his feet. “Yes, mam.” He kisses my forehead then jogs back towards his friends. When he’s lying next to them, he gives me a wave.

  I shake my head and get back to studying.

  Chapter 20

  Louisa

  I check my hair in the mirror once more after I receive a text from Hunter telling me he’s outside. I throw on a hooded jumper quickly, push my feet into boots, and I’m ready.

  “You look like you’re going camping, what if he’s taking you to a restaurant?”

  “He told me to wear warm clothes,” I say to Fallon as I shove my phone into my pocket.

  “You look fine.” Axel pipes up.

  I glance over at him. “Want to walk down with me?” I know now that I am leaving to go out, Axel won’t want to stay her
e alone with Fallon. His dorm is on my way out so I figured we could walk together.

  “I’m good here.” As soon as those words fall from his mouth, his eyes cut away from mine.

  I feel my brow arch. “Seriously?” He wants to remain in the presence of Fallon, alone? Axel makes an ‘hmm, hmm’ noise. My gaze travels from him towards Fallon. “And you’re okay with that?”

  I catch her looking away from Axel before shrugging her shoulders. “You tell us to get along all the time, now we are you’re questioning it.”

  That knocks me back a little. Fallon and Axel getting along? I smell something fishy. “It seems weird that’s all.” I glance between them both again and catch how sheepish they are beginning to look. “I’m glad you’re finally coming to your senses.” I should be turning on my heel and walking out of the door, but I can’t put my finger on what’s happening right now.

  “Don’t want to keep Hunter waiting.” Fallon smiles then whistles and looks up to the ceiling when I narrow my eyes.

  They are confusing me.

  “Have a great night,” Axel says, his words sounding forced.

  “See you later, then,” I say slowly. I get the feeling I am being ushered out.

  I close the door behind and ‘what the hell’ comes out of my mouth. Fallon and Axel are both acting odd. They are up to something, and I want to know what the hell is going on.

  I am still wondering about my two best friends when I walk out of campus, but all those questions and all my confusion fizzles away when I see Hunter standing next to a dark blue pickup truck. He has his hands shoved in his jeans, his backside is leaning against the truck. I almost slow down just to look at him for a few seconds longer before he stops me. His red and black check flannel shirt with the sleeves rolled up is making him look even hotter than he normally is.

  How is that possible?

  “Blondie.” He spots me, and my heart flutters when I see his eyes light up from my presence. “You look stunning, even in jeans and a hoodie.” He winks.