Free Hunter (Campus Kings): A Football Secret Baby Novel by Celia Loren Page B

presses two fingers inside me again, and I can feel
him purposefully rounding them against my interior walls, stretching me as much
as possible.
    He begins to thrust them in and out as he circles me faster
and faster with his tongue. What he's doing feels amazing, but now that I know
there's the possibility of more…
    "Hunter, please," I breathe. "I need you.
Please," I beg.
    He grunts, and a long arm shoots out to his bedside table.
There's a pause, and then his head lifts. He has an alarmed look in his eyes,
and he moves to the edge of the bed, feeling around desperately.
    "Fuck!" he swears. "I'm such an idiot. I
don't have girls over here that much and…"
    "What?" I frown, feeling dazed and not comprehending
what he's talking about.
    "I don't have any more condoms."
    "My wallet!" I realize. "In my purse," I
explain, pointing to where I dropped it by his bedroom door. Thank god I kept a
condom when they handed them out during health class in high school. His eyes
light up and he practically springs out of bed. He digs through it, and a
moment later triumphantly holds up a small black square. As he walks back over
to the bed, he rips it open with his teeth and I watch wonderingly as he rolls
the latex down his length.
    More slowly, he slips back onto the bed and kisses me. He
gently rolls on top of me, keeping almost all his weight on his elbows, and I
feel his cock against my stomach. He pulls his mouth away from mine, and
reaches down to hold his shaft in one hand, guiding it to my opening.
    Our eyes meet, and it's not just lust I see in his. There's
care, and concern, and excitement.
    I feel the head of his cock against my slit, and then a ton
of pressure. I feel him hold for a second, and then he keeps going. My mouth
drops open and I gasp.
    "Fuck, that hurts," I murmur, as tears spring to
my eyes.
    "We should stop," he replies, but I grab his
muscular arm.
    "Don't you dare," I whisper fiercely, and he
smiles.
    "You sure?"
    "It'll feel good soon, right?"
    "That's the idea," he whispers. Without moving his
torso, he reaches his arm down and pulls my knees further apart, and then
brings a finger back to my clit. I moan as he rubs me there, and feel him
thrust in a little further. There's another almost blinding rush of pain in my
body, and he stops.
    He keeps going like this, moving haltingly and making sure
that I'm okay before he proceeds. Finally, I feel his hips pressing against
mine, and look down. There's not a millimeter of air between our bodies.
    "Well, Britt McKay, you're officially not a
virgin," he whispers. I giggle, and wrap my arms around the back of his
neck. He opens his lips to mine, and our tongues dance together as I feel him
move his hips in a small circle. I jump and pull my mouth away as an unfamiliar
feeling of pleasure moves from deep inside me.
    "That's different," I breathe, my eyes wide.
    "That's nothing," he grunts, then slowly pulls
back out. He pulls his cock out until only his head is inside me, and then
moves in again. There's a stinging sensation now, but the sharp pain is much
less. Again, he moves out and in, and then again and again.
    It feels like he's stoking a fire deep inside me with every
thrust. I want him to keep going, so I lift my hips and curl them toward his.
He hits inside me at a slightly different angle, and by his sharp intake of
breath, I know he felt it, too.
    He props himself up a little higher on one elbow and looks
down at me as with his other hand, he takes my knee and pulls it up higher and
then pins it against the mattress. With his next thrust, I let out a small cry.
    "I didn't know it could feel like this," I
confess, as I press my hips against his. I want to feel him deeper, harder.
    "Me neither," he groans, and slams his body into mine.
I reach my hands above my head and press my palms flat onto his headboard. He's
driving into me hard and fast now, and I need to stabilize myself against him.
Every thrust inside me feels like it could push me over the edge.