Page 14 of A Very Grumpy New Year

“You can do that later,” he promises me as he sinks in another inch, nudging up against my virginity.

“Thank fuck,” he groans, and I frown.

“Wha—” I start, and then he thrusts into me, popping my cherry and bottoming out inside of me.

We both groan, and as he fills me, and my legs tighten around his waist. He kisses me and then looks into my eyes, studying my every reaction as he starts to slide out of me and then push back in.

He buries himself inside of me over and over again, lighting up all of my nerve endings and pushing me closer to the edge with each thrust.

I’m soaking wet, and Huxley starts to really pound into me. His pace is rough, and I love it. Normally, I feel big and heavy, but having Huxley take charge and move me wherever he wants me makes me feel dainty and sexy.

“Oh!” I cry out as he hits a spot inside of me that makes me feel like a firecracker about to go off.

“That’s it, baby. Let me hear how much you love it. I want to hear you scream my name until you’re hoarse.”

“Fuck,” I pant, and he shakes his head.

“Not good enough.”

He kneels between my thighs, putting my ankles on his shoulders and dragging my ass into his lap. He’s so deep this way and I suck in a sharp breath as he pounds against that spot inside of me.

“Huxley… HUXLEY!” I scream as I start to come on his cock.

“That’s it,” he says, his cock grinding against my clit as he pulses against me.

“Oh,” I cry out as his fingers rub against my clit, making my orgasm go on and on.

He holds my thighs tight and practically bends me in half as he starts to fuck me harder. Stars burst behind my eyes as another orgasm starts to build in me. I can tell that Huxley is close too. His pace is starting to grow erratic, and I can feel him swell in me, and I can see him losing control in his eyes and the set of his mouth.

We lock eyes, and he stares at me with a look close to love as we both come.

“Cora,” he whispers, and I’ve never heard anyone say my name like that. With so much longing, love, and need.

I love it.

I might even love him.

Wait. No, that must just be the post-orgasm high messing with my brain.

Huxley pulls out slowly, and I look away from him, trying to hide my feelings before he can see them. He rolls onto his side, both of us breathing hard, and I try to look normal as I snuggle under the comforters next to him. He pulls me into his side, and I rest my head on his chest, listening to his racing heart as I try to sort through my feelings.

I can’t be in love with Huxley… can I? I haven’t really known him that long. Plus, I can’t date my roommate. If we break up, it would be so awkward. Although, sleeping with my roommate may have already made things awkward…

I’m so warm, so comfortable, that soon enough, my eyes grow heavy, and I start to drift off. As I fall asleep, my last thought is that maybe falling for Huxley isn’t the worst thing in the world.

SIX

Huxley

I wakeup and instantly know that I’m alone. I can feel it. The house is cold, and that can only mean that Cora is gone. Normally, when she’s home, I can sense it. The house feels cozier. It’s more welcoming and warmer.

“Dammit,” I groan as I roll over and sit up in bed.

My feet touch the cold floor, and I welcome the chill. It helps to wake me up. My phone rings, and I lunge for it, hoping that it’s Cora, but Kip’s name is on the screen.

“Hello?” I answer, my voice groggy and rough with sleep. I clear my throat, trying to sound more human. “What’s going on?”

“Are you going to the Baker’s New Year’s Eve party?” He asks me.

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