7. Hector

CHAPTER 7

HECTOR

I tried to sleep.

I really did.

Libby's bed wasn't only tiny but lumpy as fuck. God only knew how old the fucking thing was. I had no idea how she slept soundly next to me, but she did. I glanced down at her. Her face tucked into the side of my chest, her hair in my fingers as I stroked the top of her head.

It wasn't the quality or size of Libby's bed that was the problem. Nope. I could deal with that.

It was my head and my body that wouldn't cooperate.

No matter what I did, my mind ran a million miles an hour. Thinking about the fact we would be graduating at the same time now that I'd changed majors. My head filled with the future and how to get shit done. What the future would be like. I was going to medical school, and so was she. It wouldn't be easy. It'd be really fucking hard, but we would be able to manage. There was no way it wouldn't end with us with our own happily ever after.

Then there was my dick.

The fucker wouldn't settle the hell down. I was hard as a rock.

A light breeze would be able to tip me over the edge at this point. I needed to come so fucking badly a couple of jerks would do the trick. But I couldn't risk waking her up. To have her open her eyes and see me like I was some kind of monster. Some kind of pervert who couldn't control himself or his needs while he stroked his cock and splashed his come all over her skin.

She had started the night off under her sheets, but with the heat and lack of AC in her room, she'd kicked them off. The nightshirt she had worn to bed had hiked up her thigh. Silky smooth creamy skin was draped over my thigh, and my free hand ached to touch it, to feel its softness under my palm, but I was afraid my callous hand would stir her from her dreams. Which by the peaceful expression on her face, the slight tilt of her lips, and soft sighed sounds were definitely not a bad place to be.

She was sound asleep. I could get away with it and be quiet. Couldn't I?

Instead, I kept my hands where they were. One bent under my head, the other under her head as my fingers stroked the tips of her hair. But it didn't stop the image, so fucking crystal clear in my mind's eye, from playing out.

I wanted to make it come true.

There wasn't anything more that I wanted than to dip my face down to the top of her head. Breathe in the scent of her hair while I got myself off. Fuck, just the thought had me leaking cum, imagining getting away with it. Or better yet, having her wake up and watch me. Would my virginal princess be disgusted or turned on watching me stroke myself like some kind of savage animal because I needed her so badly I couldn't control myself?

Would her hazel eyes darken with lust?

Would she offer to help me?

Or would those pretty eyes look at me with fear and see me like some kind of monster?

Would she think I was a pervert who couldn't control himself while he stroked himself to completion and splashed his seed all over her skin? Because I knew myself—if I started to play, I wouldn't stop until I was done and that pretty strip of skin on her thigh was thoroughly marked.

She shifted, and I froze. I glanced at her face just in time to see her eyes open slowly.

"You're not sleeping," she mumbled softly, her voice full of sleep.

"Shh, go back to sleep."

"My bed sucks, huh? I'm sorry." She started to move, but I stopped her. Uncoiling my hand from under my head, I wrapped it around her to hug her.

"It's fine. Sleep."

"But you have practice Monday."

"So?"

"And you have that workout with Dylan in the morning," she reminded me. I smiled into the darkness.

Why did I like the fact she knew my schedule? No. I didn't like it. I loved it. I loved her. I was so fucking head over heels in love I didn't know which way was up.

"You need the rest." She lifted her head, and in doing so, her hair fell to her side like an almost white curtain.

I needed the rest. She was worried about me. Her hand moved up my chest and cupped my face. "What were you thinking about?" she asked quietly, but I shook my head.

There was no way I could tell her the truth. Not in that moment. Not how badly I wanted her when I had told her nothing would happen. "

"Nothing, babe." I tried to clear the raspy thickness in my voice. "Just go back to sleep, okay?" She watched me for a beat, and I was sure she was going to argue, but instead, her sleepy gaze turned a little sad.

"Okay," she whispered, and I lost her. No longer tucked into my side, she'd flipped over, facing the wall.

For some Godforsaken reason, I turned as well and spooned her. The moment my arm went around her middle, she stiffened, and my brows bunched.

"You don't have to hold me," she muttered with some feistiness. I held her a little tighter and settled my body against hers, so my face was close to her neck.

"I want to," I shared. "I can't… I don't think I could be in a bed with you and not hold you," I admitted into the darkness. I didn't want there to be any kind of misunderstanding, even if she was half awake and sleepy. Or maybe especially then? There was no way I could let my girl go back to sleep and dream god only knew what.

"I didn't think you would appreciate knowing the shit floating in my head right now," I admitted Her small body softened and relaxed. Tucking her back into my front, I knew the moment she felt it.

"Why wouldn't I appreciate it?" Her voice was a little raspier than before. I wished the light were turned on so I could see her. Her bottom wiggled against the bulge in the jeans I still wore. She'd offered me a pair of sweats, but I knew by our size difference there was no way I would have fit into them. And taking my pants off to sleep in my boxers after the night we'd had and keep my hands to myself? Yeah, that wasn't happening, and in doing so, I'd opted to stay in my fucking jeans.

My very uncomfortable, way too thick and scratchy jeans. But it was the barrier I needed to keep between us.

"Libby," I tried to warn, but she rubbed her cute little ass against me even further.

"You're hard," she gasped softly.

"I am." I tried not to growl. There wasn't any way I could deny what was glaringly obvious. My hand gripped her hip, and my face dipped into her neck. "Go back to sleep."

"Hector?"

"Libby."

"It's been six hours since my last drink," she shared.

"Lib—"

"That means with my body weight and the alcohol percentage of the light beer, it's all out of my system." Jesus! Those calculations and the fact she did them half-awake were sexy as hell.

"Mi vida?—"

"I'm not drunk. Or tipsy. Or anything now," she whispered. "I'm sober, and you said—" She tried to turn around, but for some reason, I didn't let her.

I knew what she was getting at. She didn't need to remind me of the rules I'd set in place.

"Baby girl, you turn around, I can guaran-fucking-tee you'll be straddling me in less than five seconds flat," I warned with an edge to my tone. I was only so strong. I could only fight the temptation for so long.

"You say that like it's a bad thing." My sweet little innocent princess wasn't experienced to know just how much she was teasing me. How far she was poking the bear inside of me. Especially when it felt like she scooted right into me and ground against me, a soft breathy sound escaping from her throat.

"I wanna take things slow." My jaw clenched, but the little temptress didn't stop. "I want to make sure you know exactly what you're signing up for when it comes to me." She didn't know the shit I was capable of.

Watching her.

Following her.

Going into her room without her knowing and touching her things.

"I know you."

She didn't.

If she knew that dark, twisted, obsessed side she'd brought to life, she wouldn't be rubbing her perfect little ass against my cock. She sure as hell wouldn't let me share her bed or even enter her space. Not that it would keep me from going in. Not anymore. I'd blurred lines that were impossible to come back from.

"You need to be sure before we take any steps we can't take back."

"Like what?" she asked with a little moan as her thigh rose and hooked over my leg. Libby's nightgown had ridden up so high, I knew it was only her panties covering her. The heat of her silky skin radiated against my jeans.

"Like what, Hector?" she repeated, her tone almost whiney with need I felt deep.

"Sex." I swallowed. "When I pop that little cherry you saved for me,"—my gums even throbbed—"and I stretch that little pussy around my cock to mold you around me, I'm not gonna wear anything. I'm gonna take you bare, mi vida." Was that my voice? I hardly recognized it.

"But what if?—"

"I breed you?" I cut her off. The smallest red flag waved back and forth, trying to warn me of the road I was heading down, but as small as it was, it was easy enough to ignore. My open-palmed hand rested at her abdomen, pushing her into me. Her stomach muscles clenched and flexed before my hand moved a little lower.

"Oh," she gasped. Her head pressed against my chest. "Breed?" she repeated, out of breath.

"Breed." I rubbed the side of my face against hers. I had this undeniable need to be as close as possible to her despite still wearing pants. Thank god I'd gone to bed shirtless.

"Fill you up. Watch my cum slide out of your tight little hole and—" My hand dipped lower, until my fingers grazed the gusset of her panties with the lightest touch. She was soaked. "Push it all back in to make sure it stays and takes root." She moaned when I pressed my fingers against her slit.

Even through her ruined panties I could feel her clit. Swollen and needy. Knowing how wet she was, how much she needed me, drove me crazy. Past the point of no return. There was no way to stop the dirty words that painted a filthier picture for her of just how depraved I was when it came to her.

"I wanna do it over and over until you can't walk without feeling me. Without craving my cum inside you."

"Oh god!" Her hips danced against my touch.

"And make sure you're nice and knocked up for me. Round with our baby." I had no idea where the shit was coming from. But as big and terrifying as it was, I wasn't lying. I wanted that. I'd never thought of myself as someone's husband, much less a father, but as I breathed in her scent, her soft sighs imprinted against my skin, I knew. I knew she was mine. I hadn't let myself think those things, not with anyone else, no one but Libby.

"Oh, oh god, Hector," she purred. Her bottom ground against me a little faster. All the filth I was spewing turned her on. Got her hot and bothered. It might have freaked out someone else, but with my princess, it was doing the opposite. Because she was my other half.

She was mine.

My missing piece.

Together, it all made sense.

Mine. Mine. Mine! the animal inside me roared, pounding against his chest, needing so much more than some dry humping.

"You like the sound of that, mi vida? Of me fucking you nice and deep, breeding you?" The words teased both of us.

"Yes." Her sharp intake of breath made me smirk. "I…I don't know why, I just?—"

"Because you're mine," I groaned with a possessive tone.

I couldn't bat it away any longer. Common sense was tossed out the window.

I had no idea how the hell I was supposed to try to hide the animal she had brought to life, and I wasn't even going to try. She was mine and I was hers. She'd learn to love it like I loved her.

Unconditionally.

Limitless.

My mouth explored her neck with rough kisses. My teeth scraped just enough against her sensitive skin to turn it pink. To mark her. I hoped to god I left a million and a half marks all over Libby's skin. I wanted anyone who cast their eyes on mi vida, young, old, man or woman, to know she was taken.

That she was mine.

My fingers skimmed her pussy lips. The ruined layer of her panties didn't hide that she was bare. Shaved or waxed, I didn't know, but fuck me, I liked it. Then again, I had a feeling if she had hair, I'd fucking love it, too. It did not matter to me. It was Libby. My sweet princess drove me crazy.

"Your body knows it, and you know it."

"Please, Hector," she strained, "I need––"

"Shh," I hushed.

I knew what she needed. My fingers pulled the gusset of her panties aside. Without needing me to ask, her thighs parted wide, giving me access to the treasure between her legs. I breathed in deeply, trying to hold on to some kind of control, but it wasn't going to happen. Not when her scent was so fucking strong, so damn sweet, I could almost taste it.

"You're mine, Libby." I kissed her cheek. "All of you is mine. And I'm yours." I teased her slit with the pad of my middle finger with an uncanny patience I had no idea I possessed.

"Hector," she panted. The sound of my name in that pretty, needy tone made my head spin. Her cute ass rubbed perfectly against my dick, and I groaned into her ear.

"Tell me I can touch you. Tell I can have you, princess."

"Yes, please!" she quickly answered, and my heart soared. I smiled, nipping at the shell of her ear.

"My girl feeling needy? Very greedy."

"Always for you. Only for you." Jesus. That was all I needed. My finger slowly dipped into her tight hole, and my eyes shut at how good she felt. Wet and warm and so damn silky and tight.

"How the fuck am I going to fit inside of you, Libby?" I growled as my finger started to work in and out of her, only giving her to the middle knuckle, not going past the barrier she'd saved for me. "You're going to break my dick off if I tried to take you."

"No." She shook her head against my chest. "I'm yours. You'll fit." She squirmed, and pride and so much love washed over me.

"Fuck yeah, I will," I grunted. "But we gotta stretch you out, get this pretty little kitty ready first. Get it nice and soft." My words didn't stop her from trying to take my finger deeper. If anything, they seemed to coax her to try harder. Naughty little princess. "Don't do that, baby girl." There was no hiding the tortured tone in my voice. I was walking a very thin line. "You saved that pretty cherry for me, and I'm going to take it with my cock, mi vida, not my fingers."

"But I need?—"

"Shh…" I pressed a kiss to the side of her face and breathed in slowly. My finger picked up pace, and her body took over naturally. "I know what you need," I breathed. We moved perfectly in sync while we discovered what she liked and drove her closer to the edge of bliss.

I slid my finger out, and when I dipped back in there, it was two this time. Her legs widened as she shifted her body to take more. The fit was tighter, and from the way her walls stretched to accommodate me and Libby turned to find my mouth, I knew she liked it.

Loved it by the sweet sounds I swallowed.

My thumb started to strum against her swollen clit, and it didn't take long to for her to start reaching for that beautiful finish line. Watching her come, the way her body went taut and her pussy convulsed around my fingers while her sweet girl cum gushed made me feel like a fucking warrior finally getting his spoils.

Something came over me.

I got off the bed, and for a split second, I saw her turn, her eyes wide with surprise at my movement yet very sated with bliss. Bliss I had given her. Without saying a word, using my size and strength, I flipped Libby onto her back and dropped to my knees.

In the back of my mind, I heard my name whispered into the room, but I pulled her by the ankles until her pretty pussy was in my view. Pink and so damn wet and puffy, her panties stretched out. I leaned in and ripped them clear off her, and before the material dropped at her sides, my face was there.

And I got my first taste of heaven on earth.