Chicks, Man

“Gosh, what’s her problem? I was only trying to help her out. Poor girl needs some fashion advice.”

“And you need to get some fucking manners,” I bark, pushing her away from me and sprinting up the hill after Hannah.

I’ll give Hannah one thing, she sure is fast. I make it into the woods, but she’s already clear across the way. “Hannah, wait!” I call for her, but she’s not stopping. I pick up the pace, practically in a jog before I finally catch up to her. “Hannah, fuck, slow down, I’m trying to catch up—”

She swings around, her cheeks soaked with tears. “What? Go back to the fun. You’re missing out on all the jokes.” She turns again and starts walking.

“I don’t want to go back there. Just stop for a second.” I speed up and grab for her. “Hannah, stop.” She whips around and surprises me when she lifts her hands and shoves me away from her.

“No, you stop! You all stop! I’m not eight anymore. I’m not eleven, thirteen, sixteen. I’m not the little Hannah Matthews you all got your kicks making fun of. I won’t take it anymore!” Her eyes are on fire. She’s breathing in quick pants, quivering with fury. The hurt radiating from her wounded eyes guts me.

“Hannah, I don’t think that.”

“Right,” she laughs cynically. “Go back, Levi, and leave me alone.”

“I said no. God, will you fucking listen to me?” I snap.

“Listen to you? Why? You think because you’re not the one throwing the insults that you’re any better? Why didn’t you stick up for me? Why didn’t you ever stick up for me?” Her tears begin to fall again, crushing me. I take a step toward her, but her hands go up defensively. “No, I’m done. I’m done taking shit from you and your group—people needing to pick on the less fortunate to get off. I get it. I’m a loser. Always will be.”

“I never fucking said that.”

“You don’t need to. I made a huge mistake with you. I thought you were different. But you’re not. I may have tricked you that night, but I was the one who was truly fooled. Leave me alone.”

She turns to run, but I’m on her. I grab her shoulders, whipping her around to face me. Her eyes are wide with hurt and shock. I waste no time bending down and slamming my lips to hers. I kiss her aggressively, showing no mercy as I take her mouth hard. At first, she tries to push me away, denying the kiss, but it’s no sooner she allows me access, her mouth widening as my tongue wraps around hers. I push her taut little body up against the nearest tree and grab for her hips, grinding into her, needing her to understand exactly what she does to me.

“Levi,” she moans my name, and my dick doubles in size. I love the way my name sounds off her lips. I grind into her again, deepening our kiss. I want to kiss her forever, take everything from her and when she has nothing left, take some more.

“You’re not done with me,” I growl, demanding she understand. She woke something inside me that day in the closet and is crazy if she thinks I’m just going to walk away from it. I kick her legs open with my knee and shove my hand down her suit bottoms, finding the tight warmth I’ve been fucking dying to feel again. I slide two fingers inside her slick sex and swallow each moan with my kisses as I work her hard and fast.

“This is not something you quit, Hannah. What you started, it’s nowhere near done.” I take my fingers and push up, going as deep as I can, until a small whimper escapes her lips.

“Levi.” My name off her lips is like music to my ears.

“That’s it, baby, let go.” I fuck her with my fingers, feeling the exact moment her orgasm takes over. Her walls clench around me, her lips breaking from mine as she leans back against the tree.

God, she is fucking beautiful when she comes. I work her slowly, until the sensitivity of her post-orgasm causes her to squirm. I pull out and put her bottoms back in place, taking in her flushed cheeks and glazed-over eyes. It puts a cocky grin on my face appreciating I brought her to that place.

“Oh my god.” She lifts her head, trying to hide her face. “I can’t believe we just did that.”

“Again, you mean?” I push, testing her comfort level. She groans, and I laugh.

“I was hoping you were too asleep to remember,” she mumbles into my shirt.

“I fucking sucked on my fingers after you left. I’m pretty sure there was no way that was a dream.” She lifts her head, her eyes shy but curious.