Bad News

by Lilly James

  Hunter mumbles something under his breath and picks up his duffle bag. “He just ruined a pivotal fucking moment right there.” He takes my hand. “Let’s get to class instead of fucking. Something I’ve spent my whole life not waiting for.”

  Chapter 23

  Louisa

  “What happened last night?” I ask the exact same question Fallon asks me when we sit at a table in cafeteria at lunch time.

  “No, no, no.” I force her to pause as I unscrew the lid on my bottled water. “You first.” I take a swig and wait. I can tell by the way she’s pretending to type on her laptop she does not want to tell me why suddenly she and Axel are being nice to each other. Oh, and why I found Axel shirtless in our dorm room this afternoon.

  “Do you know how many hours I spend online looking for things I never actually buy.” Her eyes cut to me, then back to her laptop screen.

  I twiddle my thumbs, and my leg twitches restlessly under the table. “Fallon, what happened between you and Axel last night and this afternoon?”

  “We studied together. Big deal.” She shrugs.

  I try a different approach. “What do you think of Axel?”

  She takes the straw from her juice box to her lips. “He’s a little curly-haired squirt.”

  “He is funny though, isn’t he?” I am trying here!

  Fallon deadpans. “Axel is as funny as a house brick.”

  “But you like him?” I raise my brow when she glances over the top of her laptop screen.

  “No.” She slams shut the lip, and points her fingers into a steeple position. “Your turn.”

  I pause. Not because I don’t want to tell her. But because I don’t know where to start. “Hunter popped that forbidden cherry of yours, didn’t he?” she does a little dance. “Oh, yeah. Go girl.”

  “Keep it down.” I hiss, looking over my shoulder to see if anyone heard Fallon’s foghorn.

  Her eyes light up. “He did!” Fallon leans back in her chair and crosses her arms.

  Why does she look like she’s assessing me?

  “I thought there was something different about you.”

  “How can you tell by just looking at me?” I take a bite out of my burger.

  “I just can.” She says, then leans in. “On a scale of one to ten, how good was he?”

  I swallow my food and grin.“One hundred.” And so much more than that.

  “Hey,” I feel a hand on my shoulder, so I turn and find Axel standing behind me. “You ready for class?” I frown between looking at Axel and Fallon. They can’t look at each other, and now I am wondering why Axel didn’t join us for lunch.

  “I ate outside.” He says as if reading my mind. “It’s a nice day.”

  I glance in the direction of the window to make sure I am not going crazy. Nope, I am not. It’s still raining, just like it has been all day. I narrow my eyes at Axel because he is not as good as Fallon under pressure. He knows I know something.

  “Come on, two lates in one day isn’t going to look good for you Lou.”

  I push to my feet and throw my backpack over my shoulder but Fallon takes hold of my wrist, her face looking like the earth is crumbling around us.

  “You were late for a class today?” she gapes.

  “Yeah,” I clear my throat, not happy about it at all. “I missed track of time this morning.”

  Fallon lets go of my hand and walks around the table. “Yeah, that’s what happens when you’re being fucked senseless.”

  Axel stops in his tracks, looks around him to make sure no one is looking then gaps at me. “You, did it?” he whispers the word it.

  “Let’s get to class, Axel.” I almost run down the corridor to avoid telling him the details, even though I know he will prod me about it throughout our lecture.

  Hunter

  I finish class, throw my duffel bag over my shoulder and head across campus in the direction of Louisa’s dorm. Sweet Jesus last night was heaven. Being inside Louisa was honestly something else. A girl’s pussy is a pussy, all smell and feel the same. Not Louisa’s. It felt so tight it was almost choking my cock, and fuck did that feel good. I know for goddamn sure I can make a girl cum, make her yell ‘oh you feel so good’ and ‘harder Hunter’ but with Lou I was nervous. Me! Nervous.

  What the fucking hell? But I was, I’ll admit it.

  I wondered if she’d call my name and if it would feel ‘oh so good’ for her. Wondered if I could make her cum, and if I could make her claw those pink nails of hers into my back. Only because I care what she thinks. I care how she feels. I want her to feel all those things with me because fuck did I feel all of them with her. Knowing I was the first dick she’d ever had too? In the words of Ashby Sanders–Mind. Blown.

  Now I don’t want to sound like a fucking bragging cat who’s just got the best cream around town (even though I have) because I took my time. I was more aware that Louisa was a virgin and I wanted to make it as comfortable for her as possible. Most of me was thinking; I hope I don’t hurt her, I don’t want to rush, I don’t want to tear her. But Jesus, did I want to hurt her, in a good way, fuck her so hard she was seeing stars. But there’s time. God is there time. Louisa is my girl. I am her first, and she will be my last. Where she is concerned, I am not going anywhere. I can’t wait to discover Louisa’s enjoyments. Does she like it rough, hard and filthy? Or does she prefer it slow, gentle and passionate. I am hoping it’s all those things.

  I am beaming to myself like a cock as I jog across the field, but before long I am almost trapped by two girls as they come towards me. They’re flicking their hair, pushing out their chest, puckering up their lips. Jesus. I don’t need this.

  “Hunter,” Danielle calls my name first, the tone of her voice almost like a purr. “We watched baseball practice just now, you play like a pro.” She grins.

  “As always.” Zoe winks.

  They are both about to link my arms into theirs, but I move out of the way to dodge them. “As much as I’d love to stand here and soak up praise, there is somewhere else I’d rather be. Bye, girls.” I throw a wave over my shoulder and carry on my way, but they catch up to me. Annoyingly.

  “And where is that?” Zoe asks, her hand resting on my shoulder. I peel her fingers off me and place them by her sides.

  “With us?” Danielle says, her hands coming around my waist, and I am sure she’s trying to rub her pussy along my ass.

  I take her hands from me and walk backwards. “Actually, in my girlfriend’s bed.” I wave again, leave them gaping, turn and jog towards Louisa’s building.

  “Blondie,” I don’t knock, I just walk in because I am her boyfriend.

  “Hey.” She smiles, glancing up at me through her glasses. I jump onto her bed, and she turns in her swivel chair. Thank fuck I am sitting down because she doesn’t need to know, or see, that my cock has decided to have a huge boner over the way she is wearing those glasses.

  What am I? A fourteen-year-old boy who can’t control his penis around girls?

  Apparently.

  “So, I’ve been thinking.” She says, slipping her glasses on her head.

  “Thinking? I don’t like the sound of that.”

  She ignores me with a smile, and I love that she gets me. “It’s my father’s birthday, and we’re celebrating at Florence’s tonight.”

  I whistle through my teeth. “Snazzy.” Everyone knows only the poshest of posh eat at the best Italian restaurant around. Jax and Dexter dine there all the time with their parents. I’ve never been. Obviously. But I get a feeling I’m about to.

  “Would you like to come?”

  Shit. I’m hit with a dilemma. I don’t do dilemmas. Would I want to spend my evening in a posh Italian restaurant with this blonde beauty I have the pleasure of calling my future wife? Hell, yeah. But do I want to meet her folks so soon? Hell, no. Although, the thought of telling Louisa no kills me more than watching my favorite baseball team lose the league.

  I scratch the back of my neck. “Sure. Why not.” I
give her a smile, but then she runs her hand through her messy hair, and I don’t know why but every time she does that my dick twitches and begs me to bury him inside her. Fucking fiend.

  “Phew.” She breathes out. “For a second I thought you were going to say no.”

  I pull her out of her chair and into my lap. “Would I say no to you, baby?”

  She shakes her head, no, but the way she grins is telling me that she loves the fact I would never say no to her. Whatever she wants it's hers. Whatever she asks of me–done. Any wish she may have–granted.

  “You’re beautiful,” I tell her pushing her thick hair behind her ear. She rolls her eyes, and it’s probably because I tell her this all time. In my mind, though, I don’t tell her enough. I trace my finger along her glasses. “Let me fuck you while you’re wearing these.”

  “Hunter!” Louisa shrieks playfully, trying to wriggle from my lap.

  I laugh and pin her to the bed so she can’t escape. “You love my dirty talk.” I run my nose down the side of her face. “You love it more than studying.” She’s giggling but the more I touch her, the more relaxed her body gets, the deeper her breathing is becoming. “You love it more than Mr. Ryan Gosling.” My lips graze down her neck until I’m at the top of her breasts.

  “I doubt that.” Her voice is a tease, but the way it comes out raspy because I am pulling down her baggy t-shirt so I can get to her tits has my dick wanting, my body needing.

  “No bra.” I breathe against her tits. “Sexy as fuck.” I groan before taking her hard-pink nipple into my mouth. Her fingers run lazily through my hair, and she’s rubbing herself against my cock as I suck her perfect boobs.

  “Hunter.” That one word is enough for me to know she wants more. I take off her t-shirt and run my hands down her sides until I reach the waistband of her jeans. Her button is already undone, so I give them a tug until they’re off completely. She lying beneath me, naked, eyes glazed, begging me to fuck her. No, no, no. My little Blondie doesn’t beg for a fuck. I make love to her. It’s different. She’s the most beautiful girl I have ever set my eyes upon. Her skin is pale and soft. Her scent gets me going every time I’m near her. When I leave, I can still smell her on me, on my fingers and dick. I must admit; I masturbate to her scent.

  So, what?

  Louisa sits up and rids me of my baseball jersey, she lets it drop to the floor, and I watch her eyes scan my pecs like she wants to eat each one. Fine by me.

  She feels her way around my abs, watching her fingers feel. I can’t restrain myself. I take her head into my hands and capture her mouth, licking between her lips and finding her tongue excited for me. She kisses me back differently from before. Her lips are more urgent, more demanding. She tries to take control of the kiss, but I can’t let her because it’s hard to hold back. I want to devour this girl goddamn it.

  I let her pull down my track pants, and hook her fingers into my boxers to remove them too. I hear her gasp when I spring free, and I know she sees my cock twitch in reply. When my cock is replying for me, I may as well hand Louisa the key to my ball and chain. Single freedom? To hell with you.

  We’re kissing, hands everywhere, and then she goes and surprises me by grasping her palm around my cock. I know damn well she was a virgin before I met her, I know she hasn’t experienced sex or play, but shit, she could have fooled me.

  “Lou.” I rasp her name between kissing her, and slide my hand down the inside of her thigh as she works her wrist masterfully up and down my dick.

  “Is this okay?” she asks.

  Okay? Is she kidding me?

  “The best,” I tell her, but I must bite my tongue because telling her that I want her mouth around my cock too is something she may not be comfortable with right now.

  “Lie down.” She demands. I stop kissing her, pull back and look at her a little surprised and a lot fucking turned on. “Do as I say.” She commands.

  “Demand away.” I grin, switching positions and lying beneath her.

  “Let me take control.” She kisses the side of my mouth, then runs the tip of her tongue along my lips. “Keep your hands behind your head.”

  I shake my head. “I can’t. That means you’re telling me not to touch you and that’s the same as someone trying to tell me I won’t ever be able to jerk off for the rest of my life. Fuck,” I groan as she straddles me and her beautiful body is on full display. “It may be even worse.”

  “You take control all the time.” She pouts and it's cute as fuck.

  “Don’t you like that? Well, wound me twice why don’t you.”

  “You do all the work,” she giggles. “Can’t you let me? Just once.”

  What can I say? I am master of control in the bedroom, and with Louisa I can’t think of anything other than controlling her body, taking it prisoner and making it mine. It’s too special not to think that. It excites me because I am the only one who has seen her body this way, and to me, that means it belongs to me. Now I know I am sounding like an obsessed, possessive crazy as fuck guy right now, but fuck it, maybe I am.

  I place my hands behind my head to stop myself for disobeying her wishes, and nod. “Go ahead.”

  Louisa bites the side of her lip, and she eye stalks my body until they land on my cock. She takes it into her hand, and I grip hold of the back of my hair to stop myself from touching her.

  Up, down, up, down she palms me, her thumb rolling around the head of my dick every now and then and it’s driving me insane. Just when I think my mind isn’t about to explode, that I am just acting like a guy who has never had sex before in his life, Louisa pushes the sides of her hair behind her ears, then bends down to flick the tip of her tongue across my nob.

  “Oh, Jesus.” I am almost weeping. Fucking weeping. I can’t touch her. Can’t play with her tits as she sucks me off. Can’t reach down and press my fingers to her clit while she plays with my balls. Can’t take two fistfuls of her blonde hair and take control of the movements she’s acting out on my dick.

  Her mouth is so warm and wet; her tongue is licking just the right places. She’s giving the just right amount of suction, and for those reasons, I am patting myself on the fucking back for warning myself not to thrust up and ram my cock down her throat. The way she’s looking up at me through those innocent eyes of hers is hella-fucking-hot. Lips so full and pink focusing on my crown? Yeah pretty. Fucking. Awesome. So, awesome I… am… about… to…

  “Lou, fuck, Lou. I’m gonna cum.” She probably guessed it,by the way I can’t keep my hands tied any longer. They have come down into her hair, my body is tensing, and I am thrusting up automatically. I warn her because I don’t want her to feel pressured into swallowing. She sucks faster until I can’t hold onto control anymore.

  “Fuckkk…” I cum hard into her mouth, and the sexy little mix is swallowing it all without so much as even wincing. I thought she may have gagged or spat her first time but fuck, she takes it like a pro.

  When I’m empty, I pull her up my body. I am breathless and hornier than a spring rabbit. I run my fingers through her hair and kiss her mouth over and over.

  “How was that?” she asks confidently, but I can see she’s hoping for approval.

  “Mind. Blown.” I grin, exhaling out deeply as she lies on my chest. She can’t lie down; I have a favor to repay.

  Who I am kidding? Licking Louisa’s pussy is not something I only want to do out of debt, it’s something I’d do in my sleep if it were possible.

  I position her over my face and tell her to fucking sit on it.

  Chapter 24

  Hunter

  “Did she blow your horn?” Ashby is straight on me with the dick questions when I walk through the door to our apartment. Jaxon looks up from his phone, his brow arched like he’s waiting for my answer too. “I mean,” Ashby carries on. “You don’t walk through that door with that huge grin on your face and tell me it’s not due to a blow job.”

  I open the refrigerator, take a carton of orange juice and unscrew
the cap. “My sex life is no more up for discussion.” I take the carton to my lips and swig.

  Jaxon and Ashby glance at each other. Jax knows why, he knows I am 100 percent pussy whipped, and he knows how that feels. Avery has had Jax’s ball in a vice from the moment they met. Ashby though, you’d need a cross between Angelina Jolie, Megan Fox and Mila Kunis for him to settle down. Hell, he may even take him time to consider that. Now poor Dexter, on the other hand, I am getting a little worried about him. His good looks are going to waste.

  “Louisa has you leashed, man.” Ashby laughs so I throw my carton lid at his head and pull out the chair from the kitchen table.

  “I’m meeting her parents tonight.”

  Ashby stops chewing his sub, and Jaxon puts down his phone.

  Shit, who died?

  “Already?” Ashby is the first one to comment.

  Of course, he is.

  “Fuck, man. I haven’t even met Avery’s folks yet.” Jaxon adds.

  Yeah, just for good measure.

  “What’s wrong with meeting her parents?” I shrug.

  “Said no man. Ever.” Ashby deadpans.

  “Well,” I stretch out my arms above me–trying to act casual and shit. “I couldn’t turn down a night at Florence’s, could I.” I glance over at Jax. “That’s where you go, ain’t it?” Jax is the richest motherfucking tattooed guy I know.

  “Often.” He says, still weirdly eyeballing me up.

  Ashby pushes to his feet and slaps my back. “Well bitches, I’d love to stay and chat, but I have a date with Sarah Huge Tits today. Good luck with the parents tonight, H. Just don’t forget to ignore Louisa when she calls daddy because she won’t be referring to you.”

  “Kiss my dick.” I flip Ashby the bird, and he blows me a kiss.

  Jaxon makes sure Ashby is out of sight, then leans back in his chair. I swear he acts like my dad sometimes. No, my dad wouldn’t act like Jax does–like he gives a fuck.

  “You okay with this? you could have told her no.”