He kissed me and brushed my hair behind my ear. “We can order delivery. I got some extra money from my fights. That should last us a while.”
“Mmm . . . delivery. I like the sound of that.” I giggled. “We can be like the cats—they’re happy never leaving the apartment. It’s scary and dangerous outside, there’s fast cars and feral cats.” I briefly thought about that feral black cat again and how it had almost caused me to drown. It terrified me to think what would happen if Taylor got into a fight with that cat. “Plus, I’m sure other cats gossip. And I don’t want anyone talking shit about Taylor.”
“That’s right,” he murmured against my cheek before pecking it with his lips. “Well, the kitties need more food too. So we may have to get them some more from the mall. Unless we can order it off of Amazon.”
I nodded. “Amazon rocks.”
He glanced at my br**sts. “We also need to get more condoms and lube. I think we’re almost out. I can’t believe we blew through so much. I can’t get enough of you.”
“Yeah, I don’t know what it is, but I can’t get enough of you either, Hunter. It’s like you’re turning me into a sex kitten,” I teased. “You make me feel so good.”
“You’re not sore yet right?”
“I’m a little sore but I like the feeling. It’s like having an itch but when you scratch it, it feels so good. It’s kind of good to feel something all the time, you know? I want to be even more sore. How are you holding up?”
“I’m so sore right now.” He grinned. “I don’t think I’m gonna be able to walk tomorrow. But I can’t stop f**king you, Lorrie. Everytime I look at you, feel your body against mine, I’m hard again. It’s painful, but goddammit does it feel good. It’s like I have to be inside you. I’ve never felt this way before, ever. I don’t care if my dick falls off.”
I giggled, wondering if such a thing was possible. “Is it possible to have too much sex? Maybe we’ll go blind.”
“Who cares? As long as we have each other, we’ll be good. You ready for round ten?”
I nodded eagerly. “Bring it on, Hunter ‘The Hammer’ Jensen!”
I woke up with my head against Hunter’s chest. I must’ve fallen asleep. There was still a little bit of light outside. Hunter was gently stroking my hair, his eyes closed.
I grumbled softly. “Mmm . . . what time is it?”
“Dunno,” he murmured lazily.
“How long was I asleep?”
“Mmm . . . maybe an hour, half an hour?”
“Really?” I rubbed my eye and yawned. “Feels like I was out for a while.”
A buzzing on the bedside stand woke us from our stupor. Hunter reached over and picked up his phone. “Damn, Gary just sent me a text. I was supposed to spar with him today.” He showed me the message on his phone.
“Uh oh,” I replied. “Will he be mad?”
“Busy hanging with Lorrie,” Hunter said, prolonging the pronunciation as he typed out the words. He sent the reply to Gary and returned the phone to the nightstand. “Nah, there’s plenty of other guys at Bigg’s that can help him train . . . now what were we talking about again?”
I smiled from Hunter’s attentiveness and leaned my head against his chest again. Light hairs tickling my cheek were a fresh reminder of his raw masculinity. Although his chest was firm, it was the best pillow I’d ever slept on. “. . . I was just wondering how long I’d been asleep.”
“Oh yeah, I think you dozed off after that last orgasm. You were probably exhausted.” He yawned and closed his eyes again.
“Ah, right.” A montage of riding Hunter and being ridden by him came back to me. I didn’t know how it was possible after all the energy I’d expelled, but I felt myself getting aroused again. “You sleepy?”
“Umm . . . a little. Why?”
I fumbled for his c**k beneath the sheets. Finding it soft, I began gently stroking it. “I don’t know. I was just thinking if you want to go for another round. Which one would this be?”
“Hmm . . . I lost count.” He chuckled. “Yeah, of course I’m up for it. Just be a little gentle until it gets fully hard. I’m so numb and sensitive right now. It feels like it’s raw. It’s so weird.”
“Well we’re weirdos aren’t we?” I flashed a smile at him even though his eyes were still closed.
He smiled back. “Snorrie and Gunther. Two sex fiends.”
“Sex fiends, and sex friends.”
“That’s right. We can have it all, Lorrie.”
It took a few minutes of gentle massaging before Hunter became fully erect. During that time, he was stroking my sex with his hand, heightening my arousal to match his. When we were both ready, I straddled his waist and rode him until we both came.
When I woke up again, night had fallen, and Hunter was snoring gently. We had fed the kittens, snacked on some powerbars for dinner and came back to the bed to nap. The bed was fast becoming a home within a home.
I watched him sleep peacefully. I was amused at the irony of him calling me Snorrie when he snored as well. It felt so surreal being with him now, in this moment. We were snuggled up naked together like we were in our own little world. Just him, me, and an ocean of blankets. It was so simple compared to the chaos happening outside this apartment. Everything out there—the rumors, the homework, the deaths, the stress, the sadness—seemed to disappear when I was with Hunter in this bed.
Eventually he woke up.
“What do you think about the future, Hunter?” I said softly.
He blinked away his drowsiness and smiled warmly at me. “Hm? Like what about it?”
“I dunno. Like end of this semester when you graduate. What are you going to do?”
“Haven’t really thought about it.” He chuckled. “I’ll probably get a job somewhere, work. There aren’t a lot of jobs related to physics but I’m sure I’ll find something. What about you?”
“I haven’t really thought about it much either. It’s so confusing: the future, real life. I wish I didn’t have to face it.”
“Me too, Lorrie.” He kissed my forehead. “You’re a sophomore, so you still have a few years to figure it out. Whereas for me, I got a few months.” He laughed.
“I don’t want us to break up because you graduate,” I said softly.
His expression became serious. “We won’t. We can face the future together. We’re both good with our hands—you got the drawing skills and I got the punching skills. We can team up and start an art gallery. You’ll do the art pieces and I’ll knock out the competitors.”
I laughed. “Mmmhmm. I like that idea. But what if the competitors start hiring their own muscle?”
“I’ll take ‘em all down.” He kissed my nose. “Anything for you.”
“You’re so sweet.” I beamed, returning the kiss. “Hey, do you have a pencil and a piece of paper?” I said, suddenly inspired. “I kind of want to draw you.”
He grinned. “Sure.” We both emerged from the blankets, naked. He flicked on the bedroom lights and retrieved the requested items from his desk beside the dresser. As I took his desk chair, flipped it around to face him, and sat down, he made the bed neatly and stretched across it. “Alright, how do you want me?”