Fierce (17 page)

“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.”

“Why?” I say.

“Because I like you too much. I don’t want
to spoil it.”

He puts his arms around me completely, and
kisses the back of my head. Resting his nose in my hair, he sniffs, taking in
my scent. “I want this to be more than just sex.”

“Why didn’t you just say so?” I say,
turning around in his arms.

He looks at me with hungry eyes. It looks
as though he’s still fighting the urge to jump my bones. Is he really holding
himself back just so he can take his time with me?

“Because … You wanted me so badly … and I
want you, too … But you’re the first girl I want more with than just that. I
don’t want it to be all lust and fucking. I want you to like me for who I am,
not for what I do in the bedroom. And maybe in the shower or the car …”

His bad grin makes me laugh. I feel better
now, knowing he’s doing it because he doesn’t want me to be just a fuck. I’m
not just a girl. I’m his Leafy.

“Is that why you call me Leafy?” I suddenly
blurt out.

He muffles a laugh. “You want me to get
into all the details?”

“If you want me to stay, spill it.”

“All right. That first day I saw you with
the leaf blower, I found your bracelet in the grass. I knew it was yours, and I
wanted to bring it back, but I had no clue where to go. I didn’t know your
name, I didn’t know where you were staying. Lucky for me, I found your bedroom
quite close to mine,” he says, chuckling, emphasizing the word bedroom. He’s
probably thinking of a whole lot of nasty things he could do to me there.

“Anyway, all I could remember was the girl
with the leaves in her curly hair, so … Leafy it was.”

“But I told you my name,” I say.

“I know, but the Leafy thing just stuck
with me. It has a nice ring to it. And it was fun, since you seemed to hate it.
You blush every time I say it.” He smirks, and I shove him forward.

I didn’t expect him to fall back onto the
bed, though.

“See? Training worked. You get stronger the
moment you’re angry.”

“Oh ha-ha, very funny.”

“So … will you stay?” he suddenly says.

I suck on my bottom lip and think about it
for a second. Hunter looks like he really means it, and I want to believe it. I
just hope what he says is true.

Part of me still believes this is a dream,
and that I’ll wake up somewhere in the middle of the night discovering it was
all in my head. Then again, shouldn’t I take this chance? He’s made my life so
much more fun and exciting, and he seems like he’s really caring, even though
he doesn’t take care of himself that much.

Maybe that’s why he needs me.

I step forward and he reaches out for me,
grabbing my hand. He pulls me down to the bed with him, draping the covers over
us.

“Let’s just sleep, okay?” he says. He’s
taking off his pants underneath the blanket, and I can’t help but gulp at the
thought of him lying next to me in his boxer briefs.

“Hmm …” I groan.

We crawl farther onto the bed, pulling the
sheets with us. I’m tired, and he’s right, I do want to be with him. I can’t
say no anymore. Not to anything. Not because I can’t, but because I don’t want
to anymore.

Somehow, I want this to work.

“Do you think you could stick with me a
little longer? I don’t want you to just be with me for the sex. I want you to
stay for
me
,” he says.

Damn, this is so unlike him. It’s almost as
if he’s afraid to lose me.

However, it makes me smile. I feel like I’m
suddenly someone’s precious, like I’m special and needed.

“I’m not just in it for the sex,” I say.

Hunter’s arm is still around me, and he
drags me to him so we’re spooning. He nuzzles my hair and smells me. He feels
warm and makes me feel safe in his arms.

“But you’d better not be abstinent until
marriage.”