A Little Bit of Sugar

Chapter 11: Friday - Molly

Friday Morning: 12 AM

We were really doing this.

I ran my fingers through his locks, drawing him closer towards me as he easily picked me up in his arms. Locking my legs around his waist, he carried me through his apartment, down the hall, never allowing his mouth leave mine. I didn't know which room were we in until the bed hit my back and I was underneath him, looking up at his shadowed figure as he ripped his shirt over his head, and undid his leather belt, tugging his jeans down to his ankles.

My eyes immediately fell down his inked chest, drawn to the swirls of dark and colourful ink that ran from his shoulders to his arms. I wondered if there were any on his back. Chewing on my lower lip, I raised myself off the bed, resting my weight on my elbows to get a better look at him in his tight black boxers. Trailing down from his chest to his abs, taking every inch of skin in, I gulped at the sight of him, hard and ready. He ran his hands down the expanse of his stomach, flexing his muscles under the smooth skin before dipping into his underwear, and wrapping around his thick erection.

"Baby, you like what you see?" Hunter murmured, stroking himself till he grew longer.

"Yes." I breathed, whimpering when he tugged off the last piece of fabric off his body. He leaned down towards, catching my mouth as he pulled down my dress and strapless bra to my waist, revealing my breasts to the chilly night air. My nipples hardened when he zeroed in all his attention to them. Instinctively, I covered my chest when my arms, embarrassed at their size. They obviously weren't the biggest, and certainly didn't deserve the most attention. "Sorry—they're not that big." My voice caught in my throat, making it obvious at how nervous and embarrassed I was.

"They're perfect." Hunter dipped his head down to my chest, cupping one breast his hand, and suckling my nipple on the other, we both groaned in unison at the sensation. "You're perfect." He whispered into my ear, drawing his mouth down the sensitive skin, leaving shivers running down my body. "You're so soft..." He continued complimenting me, tugging my dress down past my hips till it was off my body and it laid in the same pile where his clothes were. The only thing keeping me from him was a mere pair of cotton panties, and I highly doubt it would stop him.

"Cute underwear." Hunter smirked at the tiny bow right at my pelvic bone.

I blushed, covering my face with my hands. "Please stop." I giggled, feeling ridiculous that I was twenty four years old and my underwear was the least sexy thing about me.

"I like it when you blush." He kissed me softly on the corner of my mouth. "I like it when you're so shy." Slowly, he ran the tips of his fingers across my belly, making my muscles taut as he inched closer and closer to the warmth place between my thighs. I shut my thighs automatically before he reached to my core causing him to smile down at me. "Open your legs for me, sweetheart."

I spread my legs open for him, gasping when he yanked my panties, the elastic ripping in his fist so easily like it was paper. He kissed me again, distracting me while his hand parted my soft thighs open, and the rough pads of his fingertips ran across my slick hot folds. I squirmed in his arms, my hips bucking up when he found my clit, and began his ruthless assault of slow circles that made me delirious in his arms. Hot pleasure filled my body as he began circling harder and faster, driving me close. Oh so, fucking, close.

I whimpered when his thick rough digit entered me, followed by another, stretching me, filling me whole.

"Hunter!" I sharply gasped, clutching his arms. "Please!" I was a mess, my legs fell open more for him, needing him to touch me more and more.

"You're so wet." He groaned into my ear, curling his fingers inside me so they hit the spot that sent me over the edge. I screamed, clutching a fist full of sheets as my pussy clamped onto his fingers, and I came right onto his hand. "There you go, baby. There you go. I got you...I got you." He hushed my small whimpers as I came down from my release, kissing me softly on my neck, and pumping his digits slowly inside me to let me ride out the waves of pleasure.

My head fell back onto his bed, the room spinning. The weight on the bed shifted, and he was on top of me, resting his weight on his forearm, he kissed my nose then my mouth.

"Hunter..." I barely whispered it out. He nudged gently so my thighs parted for him, his hands cupping my breasts, following the path down my crotch.

"That was so fucking hot, sweetheart." Hunter smiled, his eyes focused on me. "I can't wait till I sink into that hot little pussy."

The fear of what was going to happen next drained out of me. I was too caught up in the moment to care about anything except for him in my arms, and nestled between my thighs. Smiling, I opened my legs for him more, inviting him in. Hunter groaned at the sight, wasting no more time in our precious evening, he entered in me in one solid push.

I couldn't stifle my scream. It fucking hurt. A lot.

My eyes snapped open, tears already gathering at the corner of my eyes as we both lied on top of each other, still, not daring to move another inch. He looked at me, the same shocked expression on his face that was probably as close to the one on mine.

"You're a virgin?" Hunter spat, anger and disbelief lacing his words.

Hurt filled my chest. Of course, he wouldn't want to sleep with a virgin. A guy like him wanted someone more experienced. Someone who was probably into bdsm or some dominatrix fetish thing. Not a virgin who allowed someone for the first time to see her naked and touch her. I tried pulling away from him but all it did was cause more pain and him to moan.

Hissing out, I shut my eyes tightly, hoping, praying this was just all an embarrassing and hot wet dream. He wasn't actually here and I was in my bed.

"Baby, don't move." Hunter warned through gritted teeth. "I'll hurt you if you move more."

"Too late." I sniffled into his chest, hiding myself so he couldn't see how embarrassed I was. He froze above me, dropping his head low.

"You should have told me." Hunter cut out.

"I was going to." I argued back, hating how angry he sounded. He wasn't the one in pain. I was so afraid to move in fear it would cause more burning sensations, I stayed completely still. "What's the point anyways? You would have just backed out as soon as I said it."

Hunter paused, studying me with his hard green eyes. They softened, and remained soft. Brushing a piece of hair off my face, Hunter shook his head.

"I would have been less of an asshole and not shove it up you like a fist, first of all." He said, eyes twinkling when I giggled underneath him. "And I don't hate virgins if that's what you're thinking."

I nibbled on my lower lip, contemplating what he was saying to me. Huh.

"You're okay with me not knowing all the tricks and flips?" I asked quietly, blushing at the thought of all the fancy sex moves I didn't know yet.

He chuckled, sending vibrations through my body. "I like it that you don't know any of the tricks."

"Why?" I looked up at him like he was the sun and the moon and he looked down at me like I was the lake that reflected the evening sky, littered with stars. In that moment, I knew I sunk deep. This wasn't just a night. This meant something more.

"Because it means nobody was able to touch you like the way I do." Hunter dropped his mouth onto my breast, suckling my nipple into his mouth, he swirled his tongue around and around, drinking me all in. "And you're all mine."