Wrecked

  “Ah, I see,” I replied awkwardly, unsure what the proper response to that was. I noted a subtle hint of insincerity in her voice but I wasn’t certain enough to address it. “No worries.”

  “Well, I already ate and now I’m gonna go study,” Ada said, clearly uncomfortable with the situation. “It was nice to meet you, Lorrie.”

  “Oh, you don’t have to go,” I offered, trying to be nice.

  “No, no, it’s okay. I have to be somewhere and I’ll let you guys enjoy your dinner. Bye Hunter.” Ada got up and left.

  “Yeah, sorry about that, she can be a little cold. I also want to apologize to you again for the banana thing.”

  “It’s alright, Hunter. I was pissed off before, but I think I’m over it now. I know how much you care about me.”

  He smiled warmly and hugged me to him. “Good, I’m glad to hear it.”

  I paused to consider Ada’s odd tone. “Does she still have feelings for you, Hunter?”

  “Nah, we dated for a little over a year up ‘til sophomore year. We have history, but that chapter’s closed,” he reassured me. “Remember how we had that discussion about Daniela and pushy-types? Well, Ada pretty much fits that description.”

  “Really? She seemed kind of nice . . .”

  “Trust me, we’ve had some bitter arguments.” He shook his head. “But whatever, we’re cool now.”

  Feeling better about the awkward start to our dinner and the whole Ada situation in general, I began eating and so did Hunter. I was in the middle of taking a bite of my turkey when I spied him looking at my food longingly. His own plate was filled with basically just meat. Where were the carbs?

  “You want a bite of my potatoes, Hunter?”

  He smirked. “It’s not in my training diet, but oh do you know how to tempt me Lorrie.”

  He kissed me on the cheek then took a bite of my potatoes and chewed. I leaned into his warm chest and he put his arm around me. He was wearing a very plush, red Arrowhart hoodie that I wanted to melt into. Maybe I could steal it from him sometime. I told him about the gossiping incident in the library and he did his best to comfort me. “The whole thing just made me feel shitty. Why do people have to be so mean?”

  “I don’t know. All you can do is ignore them and eventually they’ll stop. Everyone needs something new to gossip about sooner or later.”

  “I know,” I said, burrowing into his chest. I lifted my gaze up to his. “It still hurt, though. I mean, none of it’s true, right?”

  He squeezed me tighter to his chest. “No, none of it’s true. I’m with you because I’m absolutely crazy about you. Our relationship is nobody’s business but ours.”

  I smiled and felt the muscles in my shoulders and back relax. Hunter’s confident tone made me feel better. I finally picked up my fork and began to pick at my food. We ate in silence for a few minutes. Just being close to him made me feel warm, like I was tucked tightly into bed under my covers.

  “Daniela told me about a party she’s going to on Friday night,” I said after a while. “I told her I wasn’t sure if you’d want to go but I’d ask anyway.”

  “Do you want to go?” he asked

  “I don’t know. Do you?”

  He shrugged. “Why not? If you decide you want to go, let me know. I’m flexible: wherever you are, I want to be.”

  His perfect words made me smile. “Okay, let’s go.”

  “Great.”

  We finished up eating and went back to my dorm to watch a movie. One of the benefits of living with three roommates was pooling together all our movies. Daniela was especially useful because she liked action movies. I ended up picking The Dark Knight Rises, which I hadn’t seen before. We put the disc into my laptop and watched while cuddled up in my bed.

  It was an extra-long twin, which made it way too small for two people, especially someone the size of Hunter. I ended up lying against him with the laptop on my lap as he propped his back against the wall. The huge muscles in his chest were like a warm, comfy pillow, made all the better by his sweatshirt.

  About half way through the movie he decided to take his sweatshirt off revealing a fitted black t-shirt underneath.

  “Aww, I like that hoodie,” I said, twisting to face him.

  He cocked a brow. “Watch it Snorrie. If you keep complaining every time I take a piece of clothing off, you’re going to destroy my confidence.”

  I smiled. “I doubt that, Mr. Tattoos and Muscles.”

  He grinned wickedly. “Maybe you’re right. But we better make sure, don’t you think?”

  My heart began racing in my chest at Hunter’s suggestion of sex. “We can’t,” I said softly. “My suitemates will hear.”

  He took the laptop from my lap and set it down beside my bed. “That’s why we keep the movie playing.”

  “You don’t want to finish it?”

  His eyes locked on mine. “I want a lot of things right now.”

  Heat rippled through my core as he took my chin between his thumb and forefinger and kissed me passionately. His tongue slipped in with mine and probed my mouth with lush slides. I took his mouth greedily, desperate for more contact with him.

  He moved me, switching our positions so that he was on top then helped ease my shirt over my head and let me back down to the pillow. My body quivered with excited energy as he lowered his huge frame onto me and slipped a muscular arm under my back. His free hand traced a line down my collar bone to my bra and slipped under to tease my nipple. The contact made my skin prickle, making me eager for every bit of pleasurable sensation.

  His lips sealed over mine again as he used the hand under me to unclasp my bra. Our tongues wrestled playfully before he pulled away, taking the bra with him and exposing my breasts. I put my hands around his waist and slipped them under his t-shirt, eager for access to the beautiful body beneath. Even with my jeans still on, I felt myself getting wet.

  Hunter trailed small kisses from my cheek to my jaw and down my neck as he crushed my breasts with the weight of his chest. “Mmm it’s been too long since I’ve felt you naked. ”

  It had only been a day since we last had sex but it felt like an eternity. I tugged at the hem of his t-shirt wanting to expose him as much as I was exposed. “Same here.”

  He sat up and took off the shirt in one swift movement before bringing himself back down to me. My eyes traveled over his body hovering above me, taking in the strong lines of his shoulders and chest. Then he slipped out of his jeans, leaving just his black boxer briefs. Seeing his cock stretch against the thin cotton of his underwear made my pulse quicken.

  His hands were on the button of my jeans. “Want help?” he asked, his voice low and husky.

  I nodded. He unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans and pulled them off. The sudden rush of air on my legs made me feel cold. I squirmed and curled up, covering myself with my arms.

  “Cold?” he asked.

  “Hurry up so we can get under the covers. I’m freezing.”

  He smiled and came back to the head of the bed. We slipped beneath my comforter. The warmth coming from his body made him my favorite personal heater.

  We lay side by side and kissed each other playfully with little kisses, then longer and more passionately. One of his legs slid between mine and up my thigh toward my aching sex. I wanted him inside me desperately.

  He kissed my neck at the same instant his thigh pressed up against my soaked panties, making me shudder. Smiling against my lips, his hand eased between my legs and around my underwear. The light flick of his finger on my sensitive folds sent bolts of pleasure through my torso. I closed my eyes as he eased my slick panties down my legs and threw them on the floor.

  His next touch made my back arch toward him in pleasure. The way his fingers danced around my pussy, alternating between touching my clit and pumping in and out of me, made me flushed and needy. I felt an orgasm steadily building inside me and realized I wanted to pleasure him too, so I reached down and grabbed his hard cock through his underwea
r.

  He responded by plunging his fingers even deeper inside me, curling them so they touched my g-spot. I used my free hand to grip his short hair and bring him closer, kissing him as hard as I could.

  “God your pussy is so tight,” he growled. “I want to feel you around my cock.”

  My heart sank as I had a grim realization: I didn’t have any condoms. Or any other sexual stuff, actually. I’d been so dead set against causing drama in my life by hooking up with boys that I hadn’t bought supplies. It was supposed to be a way of stopping myself from being tempted.

  I took a deep breath and squeezed my legs together. “Sorry, but I don’t think we can do that tonight.”

  He narrowed his eyes. “Why not? Is something wrong?”

  “I don’t have any condoms,” I said quietly.

  He smiled. “Okay, we can fix that problem later.” He kissed me and opened my legs back up. “ But I don’t need to be inside you to get you off.”

  I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding and relaxed. My pussy felt on fire as his fingers quickly found their rhythm again. The orgasm building up in my core was rapidly approaching release.

  I didn’t want to let him get me off without giving him anything, so I reached toward his waistband and peeled his underwear down his muscular thighs. His cock sprang up, huge and heavy. I wrapped my fingers around the smooth skin and stroked my hand up and down its length.

  Feeling his cock respond to my touch took me to the edge. I closed my eyes and continued to stroke him as he fingered me. We continued pleasuring one another as the movie played, the sound of explosions and bad guys grunting making for an interesting background track. When he touched my clit with the pad of his thumb, my climax came in a burst.

  I bit back a cry, moaning from the back of my throat as my core tightened deliciously and released in spasms. My hand fell away from his cock and I gripped the sheets hard. When I opened my eyes I saw his face focused on mine. He wore an expression of masculine triumph.

  “You look like you enjoyed that,” he said.

  “I did,” I murmured, curling up into him.

  His cock, still hard, brushed against my leg. I reached down and began stroking him again. He relaxed his face and threw his head back. Feeling like it was my turn to please him, I trailed kisses down his neck to his hard chest.

  He ran his fingers through my hair to my nape. “That feels good.”

  “I don’t have any lube . . .” I said, trailing off.

  “That’s okay, just keep doing what you’re doing.”

  “I don’t want to hurt you,” I protested.

  I lightly grazed his balls with the tips of my fingers and he exhaled sharply from the sensation. “You won’t. I trust you.”

  I quickened my pace, making sure to keep my touch light so my hand I didn’t catch on his skin. His grip on my hair tightened and he uttered a throaty rasp like he was struggling for control. I squirmed, excited to see the effect my touches had on him.

  “Don’t stop,” he panted. Despite my hand becoming fatigued from stroking him through an entire fight scene, I spit some saliva in my palm and continued jerking him quickly but lightly.

  “Oh god, I’m going to come,” he cried.

  His cock twitched then erupted, shooting hot, thick semen through my fingers and against my stomach. He arched himself against me, bucking with every spurt. The guttural moan of agony mixed with pleasure that escaped his lips filled me with triumph.

  “You look like you enjoyed that,” I said smiling.

  He let out a long breath. “Hell yeah I did. I hope you have Kleenex.”

  I giggled and got up to clean myself off. “I do.”

  “And detergent for your sheets,” he added.

  “Check on that as well.”

  After wiping myself down, I tossed the kleenex to him so he could clean himself up too. An explosion from the movie playing on my laptop made me realize Batman was still fighting to save Gotham. I laughed again.

  “I guess we’ll have to catch the end of The Dark Knight Rises another time,” I said.

  “What?”

  “The movie. We didn’t finish it.”

  “Oh. I guess you can pause it now.”

  I did so with an enormous smile on my face, then got back under the covers with him. We cuddled for a while, his fingers tracing circles on my back, my nails gently exploring the outlines of the tattoos on his firm chest. Being with Hunter made me feel safe and alive. I reflected on how hard I’d fought to prevent something like this from happening—from being in a sexual relationship with Hunter. It seemed so silly now.

  Chapter Twenty

  PARTY

  On Thursday during psych class, Daniela reminded me she’d been invited to a Tau Beta Pi party by Cody. Even though Daniela wasn’t “seeing” Cody anymore, they had made up and were now back on friendly terms. I had given her an uncertain answer earlier in the week but after asking Hunter and him telling me he wanted to go, I notified Daniela that we were game to join her. I figured it would be a fun experience for both Hunter and me.

  After classes, I texted Hunter. You ready for the TBP party tonight?

  Moments later, he responded. Sure, am. I’m looking forward to showing you off :)

  I responded with two smiley faces and he texted back. Well, as long as they look and don’t touch :).

  I was looking forward to our first appearance as a couple at a public event.

  Daniela was excited to meet Cody’s frat buddies so she took an extra long time in picking an outfit and applying her makeup while Hunter and I waited in the suite. She came out from the bathroom with frizzy hair wearing a denim jacket over a pastel polo, a short white skirt, pointy-toed flats, and big, gaudy sunglasses. The party had a spring break Miami-Vice dress theme and Daniela took it very seriously. I wore a pair of dark jeans and a maroon-checkered button down, and Hunter traded his usual training sweats for an olive polo and jeans. He looked mouth-watering with his muscles stretching against whatever fabric he wore.

  “So, how do I look?” Daniela said striking a pose.

  I laughed. “Wow, you look awesome!”

  Hunter laughed as well. “Definitely.”

  “Thanks! Hopefully, the fratdaddys at the party will think so as well!”

  We left Floyd Hall around 10:30 and by the time we arrived at the TBP house, it was almost eleven.

  “Did you go to any TBP parties freshman year, Lorrie?” Daniela asked, as we approached the front porch where a couple of guys and girls were smoking and drinking.

  “No, I went to like one frat party and I don’t remember what the house was,” I said.

  “Oh yeah,” she said. “We went to that one Phi Kappa Delta party together but all the boys there were pretty immature so we left early.”

  I recalled the event and how some drunk guy spilled beer all over both our shoes. Then I realized that had been Gary’s frat. His story about having to skip the hockey game with Hunter because the guys at PKD couldn’t unclog a toilet made a lot more sense now.

  Hunter chuckled. “If any guy does that to you tonight, Lorrie, I’ll teach him a lesson.”

  “Oooh, so protective,” Daniela said. “Wish I had me an MMA fighter boyfriend.”

  I smiled at her, slightly blushing.

  “I can introduce you to a few of the guys down at Bigg’s Gym,” Hunter said. “Although, I gotta warn ya, they’ve got some rough edges.”

  “Even better. I like a guy who’s a little unruly. Makes it all the more fun to change ‘em.”

  Hunter and I both laughed.

  We walked up to the porch and Hunter held the door open for both of us as we went inside. The house was full of people. Wagon Wheel was blaring from a stereo somewhere and people—especially the girls—were singing along with the chorus: “Heyyyy mama rack me!”

  “Banjos, man,” Hunter said, shaking his head as he watched a group of drunk girls slurring words off-pitch, drinks held high in the air. “They’re li
ke catnip for Midwest girls.” He looked at us. “Thirsty? I’ll get us some drinks.”

  “Thanks, Hunter,” I said.

  Like a true gentleman, he went to get Daniela and me drinks while we hung out in the living room watching an overly competitive group of people play beer pong.

  “So how have Hunter and you been? You guys look so cute together!”

  “We’re doing great. I actually feel like we’re kind of obsessed with each other,” I mused. “Not sure if that’s a good thing or a bad thing.”

  “It’s a good thing from what I can see. You’ve got this glowy aura going on. I haven’t seen you look so happy in a long time, Hunter has quite the effect on you. To be honest, I’m actually kinda jealous . . .”

  I flustered at her compliments and giggled. “Yeah, I guess I’m pretty lucky things have worked out between Hunter and me. We’ve certainly had our ups and downs before getting to this point. But now that we’re dating, I’m glad he’s in my life.”

  Daniela nodded and smiled. We exchanged a few bits about Hunter’s awesomeness and began to scan the room for a potential guy for Daniela when Hunter returned, balancing three drinks with two hands. “Here ya go ladies!”

  Just as we offered our thanks to Hunter, the music unexpectedly changed to a rap song.

  “Awww yeahhh. Now this is what I’m talking about! I love this song!” cried Daniela, shaking her hips and waving her drink around in the air to the hypnotic beat and explicit lyrics. “Make it nasty! Make it nasty!”

  “What song is this?” I said.

  “You haven’t heard this?! Jesus, Lorrie. It’s Make It Nasty by Tyga. Duh! Please at least tell me you’ve heard of twerking.”

  “Of course I’ve heard of twerking!” I said, slightly offended by the accusation. I turned to Hunter to see if he was judging me and he was simply smiling. “Everybody knows about Miley Cyrus and that VMA performance.”

  “Well, this is like THE twerking song. You can’t listen to it and not want to shake your butt. It can bring out the slutty side in any good girl! It’s gotta be like some form of subliminal messaging or something.”