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 pu**y, 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 c**k through his underwear.

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 pu**y 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 pu**y 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 c**k sprang up, huge and heavy. I wrapped my fingers around the smooth skin and stroked my hand up and down its length.

Feeling his c**k 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 c**k 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 c**k twitched then erupted, shooting hot, thick se**n 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.