18. Stevie #2
Now in college, Hunter is my first in so many ways.
Not just my first lover, but the first man I’ve allowed even a little bit into my heart.
Some would say I’m a late bloomer but having a father that abandoned my mother and me, and then seeing my mom go through a string of abusive boyfriends didn’t exactly make relationships seem like a good time.
In high school, I went on three dates with this one guy and let him kiss me, but I couldn’t muster up any strong feelings for him, and it fizzled out. Sometimes I wonder if I’m afraid of intimacy.
That’s probably what a psychologist would tell me anyway.
I walk to my car at the end of the parking lot.
I wish I’d gotten a closer parking space, but I’d arrived kind of late and all the good spots had long been taken.
But it’s a nice night. The weather is cool but not cold, and some stars are out.
I’m staring up at them occasionally as I walk, and that’s why I don’t notice someone behind me until it’s too late.
They grab me by my hair and push me forward, shoving me into the tight space between two parked cars. I try to fight them off, grabbing at their hand on my hair, but then I’m whirled around and slammed into an SUV. The wind is knocked out of me.
My assailant presses his body hard against mine, his face inches from my own. “You fucking bitch,” he snarls, his breath reeking of alcohol. “Where’s your pretty boy hockey star to save you now, huh?”
My heart stops when I realize it’s Joe.
He puts a hand over my mouth before I can think to scream, and I don’t know why, but I freeze. His eyes are bloodshot, his breath almost making me gag, but I don’t try to fight him off. I just stand there, eyes wide, like a deer in the headlights.
“Where is he, huh? Where’s your white knight? I could fucking rape you right now if I wanted to, you little slut.” His hand presses hard against my mouth, his entire body weight heavy on mine. I should try to kick him. I should do something. But it’s like my body is not listening to me.
He laughs, realizing that he’s got me right where he wants me. “No, I won’t do it here. I want to make that fucker watch.” He smirks and it’s the ugliest look I’ve ever seen on a person. “I’ll see you later, princess.”
He releases his hand from my mouth and I still don’t move or scream or anything. He sneers as he walks away, and it’s several minutes before I can get my body to obey me again.
I run on wobbly legs and get into my car, breathing hard.
I slam the door closed and press the button that locks the doors about a hundred times.
Tears spring to my eyes but I refuse to let them drop.
I don’t know what to do. I don’t want to go home.
I desperately want to be where I feel safest lately, and that’s in Hunter’s arms.
I grab my phone and open our messages thread.
God, it feels like it’s been a hundred years since we’ve made contact.
As I’m staring at it, desperately wanting to text him, three dots appear, indicating that he’s writing to me.
I gape at my phone in disbelief. But then the three dots disappear, like he’s changed his mind. Frustration tears through me.
Fuck it, I’m messaging him.
Me
Can I please see you?
His reply is so immediate that I’m pretty sure he messaged me at the exact same time.
Hunter
What are you doing?
Me
I’m at the arena. I was at the game tonight.
Hunter
Drive to my place
My heart thumps, butterflies bursting to life in my stomach.
I drive a lot faster than I should, and I’m there in record time.
Going up the elevator feels endless, and as soon as the doors open on the top floor, I fling myself out of it.
Hunter is waiting for me by his door and I run to him, jumping into his arms and wrapping my legs around him.
He slams his mouth onto mine, his one hand cupping the back of my head, the other on my ass, keeping me glued to him.
The kiss is savage, wild, frantic, angry. It’s so intense I think I might faint. Or scream. Or cry.
Hunter sucks on my tongue, making me moan. My hands are around his neck and I squeeze him to me, wanting so desperately to crawl inside him and stay there forever. I can’t get enough of him. His scent, his touch, his lips. We’re both holding onto each other as if for dear life.
The next thing I know Hunter is throwing me on the couch and whipping off his shirt.
I take my clothes off as fast as I can. Hunter pulls down his sweatpants and his cock springs free, looking like the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
I immediately wrap my hands around it and kneel down, sucking it into my mouth.
Hunter drives his fingers into my hair as I lick and suck him.
His huge cock barely fits in my mouth, but I do my best to take him in deeper. I’ve never given anyone a blowjob before, but it feels so good to have Hunter in my mouth, I don’t even care when I gag and choke as his cock hits the back of my throat.
I pull back a little and suck, swirling my tongue around the head. I look up at Hunter and he’s looking down at me, eyes dark and aroused, and it’s the most erotic moment of my life.
But he doesn’t let me finish.
With his fingers in my hair, he pulls my head back and makes me rise.
I make a sound of protest that he hushes with his mouth on mine.
We kiss until I’m trembling and hanging off him.
If he lets go, I’ll crash to the floor because my legs have completely turned to jelly.
I never want the kiss to end, but eventually Hunter breaks it off and maneuvers so he’s sitting on the couch.
He pulls me to him until I’m straddling his lap, his hard cock between our naked bodies.
I stare at his gorgeous body in awe, every muscle looking like it’s been etched into him.
I put my hand on his sternum and glide down, slowly exploring and counting each one of his ab muscles.
The contact makes me shiver.
All the while, Hunter is watching me with hooded eyes, his hands resting on the couch beside his muscular thighs. His not touching me and letting me touch him instead is turning me on so much. For once, he’s giving me some control.
It doesn’t last long though. As I play with the trail of hair that leads to his cock, he grabs my wrist and pulls my hand away. Then his hands are on my hips as he lifts me and positions me over his cock, the tip touching my pussy and rubbing against my folds. I whimper at the teasing pleasure.
He rubs and pulls away, rubs and pulls away, over and over again, until I’m completely mindless with desire.
My hands cover his on my hips, but he’s so much stronger than me.
He easily holds me slightly above him so he can continue his teasing, and I can’t do a damn thing about it.
I also can’t stop myself from making these desperate mewling sounds.
Finally, he shows some mercy and pushes into me, nudging me open and slowly stretching me out, his hands gripping my ass tight. I sink onto him inch by inch, reveling in how good it feels, wishing I could hold onto the feeling forever.
We’ve never fucked in this position before, and I’m not really sure what to do. I also can’t quite concentrate when the hottest man in the world is looking at me like I’m the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen.
When he’s all the way inside me, he stops, and my heart skips a beat.
I wiggle and try to rise up, wanting the friction, but he holds me still.
He looks at me for a long moment – his gaze full of heat and power – and then thrusts up into me hard, making me moan and cry out.
God, finally. Finally, he’s moving inside me and it’s the most incredible feeling as pain and pleasure mingle in an intoxicating combination.