The Boy on the Bridge

Instead, I reach up and push back his hair, gazing again at the scar on the right side of his head, up near his temple. Sighing, I run my thumb across the damaged skin, as if my touch can heal the scar and every bit of pain he ever felt from it—and the events that led to it.

“You don’t have to sigh,” Hunter says.

“It makes me sad.”

“That?” He sounds surprised. “It shouldn’t,” he says easily. “Doesn’t make me sad.”

I shift my gaze to him, only tenuously believing him. “No?”

He shakes his head. “I wasn’t lying when I said it makes me think of you.” He reaches up and touches a finger to it. “When I catch a glimpse of this scar in the mirror, I don’t think about Dennis knocking me out or my mom not bothering to call for help. I think about coming to your house afterward. I think about you taking care of me.” His lips tug up with remembered affection. “I think about how sweet you were, how pretty you looked in the moonlight. I think about kissing you for the first time.”

My heart gives, trying to push its way out of my chest so it can jump into the palm of his hand.

Since we’re naked in bed together, I don’t hesitate to lean over and give him a soft, sweet kiss on the lips.

As soon as I do, Hunter reaches a hand up and cradles the back of my head in his palm. His fingers slide through my hair so he can get a better grip on me. Once he has more control of my movements, he deepens the kiss, unleashing a swarm of butterflies in my tummy.

I wonder if I’ll always feel butterflies when he kisses me.

I suppose I can’t know the answer to that question, but I can certainly feel the relentless flutter of their gossamer wings as he kisses me now.

Hunter pulls me on top of him, shifting his body until I’m straddling him, but we never break our kiss.

Not even when he reaches down and guides his cock to my entrance.

I know he didn’t put on a condom. I know I should stop and tell him to. But I just want him inside of me. Hell, I don’t even want the thin barrier between us, and the birth control is probably working by now. We can probably risk it.

I know we shouldn’t, but it doesn’t stop me from lowering myself onto his cock slowly, kissing him more feverishly with every inch I take.

Once he’s fully inside me, I can feel my pussy throbbing around him like a heartbeat.

I break the kiss, but keep my eyes closed for a few more seconds. I press my forehead against his, then slowly lift my hips.

He fills me so full, I can feel him against my walls as I slowly lift my hips, then sink down onto his hard length again. I release a big breath, then I do it again, and again.

Hunter’s hands drop to my hips. His grip tightens, then he lifts me and starts to guide my movements, showing me how he wants me to fuck him.

This position feels so fucking good.

I can’t breathe properly. What I’m doing is more like panting as I ride his cock.

My movements become more frantic, my heartbeat frenzied. I grab onto his muscular shoulders and grind harder as I come down on his hard length.

God.

Pleasure is just on the horizon. I can taste it. My fingers dig into his skin as I grip his shoulders tighter and ride him harder. Tension builds inside me. My eyes close.

I grind harder, needing the friction, needing it so bad.

I cry out with abandon when I get there, grinding against him and whimpering before all the strength goes out of me.

Breathing hard, I collapse on top of him. Hunter wraps his arms around my limp body and kisses the side of my head.

I came that time, but he didn’t.

“I want you to come,” I murmur, though I have no strength to help him out with that.

Chuckling, he continues to run his fingertips along my bare back. “Oh, don’t worry. I will.”

“My muscles have melted.”

“It’s okay.”

“You can fuck me like a ragdoll, if you’re into that. Do whatever you want, I won’t complain.”

Hunter sighs, his cock jumping while he’s still inside me. “Why do you have to say things like that?”

“I’m just very relaxed right now, but I still want you to come. I’m trying to come up with a suitable solution.”

“I love you.”

I smile, my heart filling up with affection for him. “I love you, too.”

Since he said that so tenderly, I’m unprepared a moment later when he flips me on my back, hikes up my legs, and looms over me as he repositions himself between my thighs.

Even though I’m perfectly satisfied, I feel a twinge of excitement when I look up at him. Then he shoves into me and I arch against the mattress, throwing my head back into the pillow. “Fuck.”