HUNTER DAVENPORT X READER PART 2 🌶️
Hunter brings her to his room. Heat builds fast, but her virgin confession leads to gentle, very spicy first-time sex packed with praise, consent, and intense pleasure — plus sweet aftercare.
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Hunter’s fingers stayed laced with mine as he led me through the crowded house and out into the cooler night air. The walk across campus to the hockey house was quiet, but every few steps he’d glance down at me, checking in with that same gentle look that made my stomach flutter.
His room was on the second floor—cleaner than I expected for a guy like him. Hockey gear in one corner, a big bed with dark sheets, and a desk lamp casting a warm glow. The door clicked shut behind us, and suddenly the noise of the world disappeared.
He turned to me, hands settling lightly on my waist. “Still okay?”
I nodded.
Then he kissed me again.
It started soft like before, but the second I pressed closer, it shifted. Hunter’s mouth grew needier, tongue brushing mine as one hand slid up my back, pulling me flush against his chest. A low sound rumbled in his throat when I whimpered into his mouth. Heat pooled low in my belly fast—too fast.
His hands roamed, careful but sure, slipping under the hem of my top. When his fingertips brushed bare skin, something in me panicked.
I pushed against his chest, breaking the kiss.
Hunter froze immediately, hands lifting away like I’d burned him. His eyes widened, concern flashing across his face.
“Shit—did I go too far?” His voice was rough but gentle. “Talk to me. Are you okay?”
I couldn’t look at him. My arms wrapped around myself as embarrassment crashed over me in waves.
“You… you don’t wanna do this,” I whispered. “You won’t want to…”
Hunter’s brow furrowed. He stepped closer but didn’t touch me.
“Why’s that, pretty girl?”
I stared at the floor, cheeks burning.
“I’m eighteen,” I mumbled. “I didn’t… um… I haven’t done this. Experimented, I mean. I’m…” My voice got smaller. “I’m a virgin.”
The silence that followed made my stomach twist.
Then Hunter let out a soft laugh—but it wasn’t mean. It was warm, surprised, almost tender. He reached out and gently took my hand.
“It’s your first time?” he asked, sincere curiosity in his voice, no judgment.
I nodded, still unable to meet his eyes.
He squeezed my hand. “I kinda knew. Not because you’re eighteen—plenty of people do it way before or long after that age. Like I said… people are different.”
I stayed quiet.
Hunter cupped my face with both hands, tilting it up so I had to look at him. His thumbs brushed my cheeks.
“Hey,” he said softly. “If you want this—if you really want this, not to please your friends or anyone else, but because you want it—I’ll do it. I want to. But no pressure. We can stop at any moment. You say the word and we’re done.”
Tears slipped down my cheeks before I could stop them. Hunter wiped them away with his thumbs, then leaned in and kissed the wet trails gently.
“I’d rather be the one you share this with than any of those creeps downstairs,” he murmured against my skin.
I took a shaky breath.
“I want this,” I whispered. “I want you to be my first.”
Hunter’s eyes darkened with heat, but his voice stayed steady.
“I’m gonna need words the whole time, baby. You’re gonna talk to me. Okay?”
“Okay.”
What followed was slow, careful, and overwhelming in the best way.
Hunter undressed me like I was something precious, kissing every new inch of skin he revealed. He laid me back on his bed, hovering over me as his mouth trailed down my neck, my chest, my stomach. When he settled between my thighs and put his mouth on me, I gasped sharply, fingers threading through his dark hair.
He took his time with long, slow licks and gentle suction, murmuring praise against my skin.
“So sweet… that’s it, pretty girl. Let me hear you.”
I grew louder as the pleasure built, hips twitching. He slid one finger inside me, then two, curling them just right while his tongue worked my clit. My first orgasm hit me hard and sudden—I cried out, thighs trembling around his head.
Hunter kissed his way back up my body, shedding his own clothes. He was beautiful—broad shoulders, toned from hockey, and very obviously turned on. He rolled on a condom, then settled between my legs again, bracing himself on his forearms.
“You sure?” he asked one more time, forehead resting against mine.
“I’m sure. Please, Hunter.”
He pushed in slowly.
It burned at first. He was thick, and even going inch by inch, my body had to stretch around him. Hunter’s jaw was clenched tight, breathing ragged.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he groaned quietly. “So fucking tight, baby. I’m trying so hard not to move too fast.”
He stayed still once he was fully inside, kissing me deeply, letting me adjust. His hand stroked my side, my thigh, whispering how good I felt, how perfect I was, how proud he was of me for trusting him.
When the pain eased and pleasure started to bloom again, I began to move under him.
Hunter noticed immediately.
He started thrusting—slow and deep at first. I couldn’t stay quiet. Moans and whimpers spilled out of me with every roll of his hips.
“Shh, baby,” he chuckled breathlessly, then kissed me hard to muffle the sounds, even as his own hips snapped forward a little harder. “I love those noises, but you’re gonna get us caught.”
The more pleasure I felt, the bolder I got.
“Faster,” I gasped against his mouth. “Deeper—harder, please. I need more, Hunter.”
Something shifted in his eyes. He gave me exactly what I asked for—strong, controlled thrusts that hit just right, one hand gripping my hip while the other braced beside my head. He was experienced and knew exactly how to use it, keeping me right on the edge while praising me the whole time.
“Good girl… taking me so well. Look at you. So pretty when you fall apart for me.”
I came again, harder than the first time, clenching around him so tightly that Hunter moaned loud and deep, burying his face in my neck as he followed right after me, hips jerking as he spilled into the condom.
We stayed locked together, breathing hard.
After a moment, he lifted his head, a lazy, satisfied smirk on his face.
“Damn, baby… you milked me dry. I wasn’t supposed to cum that hard.” He kissed the tip of my nose. “Sorry about that. Fuck, you’re a natural.”
I laughed breathlessly, still flushed and glowing.
“It’s okay,” I whispered. “I’ll take care of it later.”
Hunter pulled out carefully. I whimpered at the sensitivity, and he chuckled softly.
“Poor little baby,” he murmured affectionately.
He disappeared for a minute and came back with a warm, damp towel and a glass of water. He cleaned me up gently, then handed me the water before sliding back into bed and pulling the covers over us.
“Sex and consent are sexy,” he said, kissing my shoulder, “but aftercare’s important too, pretty.”
I smiled, suddenly exhausted. My body felt heavy and satisfied in a way I’d never experienced.
Hunter noticed. He tucked me against his chest, one arm wrapped securely around me.
“You can sleep, baby. I won’t go anywhere. We’re good.”
I nestled closer, pressing a soft kiss to his chest.
“Thank you… for tonight. For this.”
“All my pleasure, little lady.” He smiled against my hair. “Sleep well. And hey—” his voice dropped playfully, “don’t have wet dreams about me when I’m right here next to you… unless you need round two.”
I laughed tiredly, the sound fading as sleep pulled me under, safe and warm in Hunter Davenport’s arms.