Reckless Love

7: The Super Man

~ HUNTER’s POV ~

Marguerite was not a bad looking girl.

She had long blonde hair and fair skin. She had a cute nose and her eyes were bright blue. Like all the other girls in the party, she was dressed to kill. She wore a red dress that hugged her figure in all the right places. I would be lying if I said I never checked her out. She got a nice ass.

But they’re not Maia’s.

I shoved the thought of Maia out of my head for the millionth time tonight. Ever since I got into the car with her, I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. She was wearing this short black dress that could make any guy drool at the sight.

I saw one guy who actually did that.

“You seem to be preoccupied about something else. Perhaps your mind is not here?” Marguerite spoke with her thick accent and broke my train of thought.

The two of us were standing in the music room. It was a large room with a giant grand piano in the middle of it. There was also an antique phonograph in the corner. Marguerite had put a record on and the beautiful music started playing.

“Uh, sorry, I was just thinking about something…” I shook my head quickly and focused myself in the present.

I was standing in the middle of the room and she was standing in the corner, near the phonograph. But slowly, she started walking over to me, and there was something weird about the way she was looking at me as she walked. She looked like a tiger stalking a prey.

“That’s a really cool phonograph,” I said as I took a couple steps back.

“It’s a gift from Queen Elizabeth II,” she didn’t stop walking and she almost got to me, but I quickly swerved.

“That’s a cool piano,” I headed for the piano, marveling at it.

“It is. Do you play?” she asked.

“A little bit,” I paused for a moment and asked, “may I?”

She nodded and I went to take a seat in front of the piano. I loved music and I learned to play the keyboard when I was ten. I had never played on the piano, though. Especially not one like this.

I put the weight of my fingers on the keys and a beautiful tune played. I started playing a classic piece that I remembered well. Suddenly, I became so engrossed with playing the piano. Music tended to have that impact on me.

 I was so preoccupied by the music, I didn’t realize Marguerite had taken a seat next to me. I only noticed when suddenly she put a hand on my knee.

“You play very beautifully,” she commented.

I tried to ignore her and continued playing, but then her hand started trailing up towards my groin area.

“O…kay!” I stopped playing as I closed my legs together to stop her from moving.

Her hand was stuck in between my legs, but she was unfazed. Instead, she leaned closer to me and whispered to my ear, “I wonder what else can those hands do?”

I gulped.

“Keep playing,” she said again.

I didn’t know what else to do, so I complied and played another piece. Meanwhile, her hand started stroking my crotch. She was trying to feel me through the fabric of my slacks.

Then her hand traveled to my belt and started unbuckling it. When she succeeded, she proceeded to unbuttoning my pants and zipping the zipper down. Meanwhile, I was just trying my best to focus on the piece I was playing.

Dude, you’re with a f*****g hot French girl and she’s stroking your d**k. Just be cool!

I was trying to be cool, but I was too uncomfortable. Her hand slid under my boxers and it just felt weird. I knew this was what Maia wanted for me, and I thought I wanted it too, but now I wasn’t sure.

Don’t get me wrong, I love girls and I’d love to have s*x. I just wish I can do it with someone I actually like.

“Okay, now. I think you need to stop,” I said to Marguerite as I tried wiggling away.

“Stop? But we only just started,” she said in a playful tone.

Suddenly and without a warning, she then pulled my d**k out of my boxers and her eyes widened at the sight.

“Just as I thought. You are big,” she smiled approvingly.

I was still exposed like that when she slid her slender body down under the piano. She licked her lips seductively, grabbed my d**k with her hand, and she inched her mouth towards it. Everything happened so fast, I wasn’t sure of what to do.

The next thing I knew, she was sticking out her tongue out and started licking the tip of my shaft. The feeling made my body jolt in response. I dug my nails into the piano bench as her hot mouth began to envelop the head of my p***s. She bobbed her head down to take more of me in, and she pulled herself up when she couldn’t go down anymore. Then she started all over again, and again, and again.

Her warm and wet mouth felt oh-so-f*****g nice. Her one hand was palming my d**k in place while her mouth continued attacking me. I felt the need starting to build up inside me and my length grew erect. She was pleased by what she saw.

“Does this feel good?” she asked.

“Mmhm…” I mumbled incoherently.

“I can’t wait to feel you inside me,” she said again in a low and sensual tone.

I swallowed hard and kept my eyes on her. She looked up at me as her tongue continued its assault. Her breasts were pressed up against my knees, and her hair fell to the side of her face. As she took me deeper and harder, Marguerite was moaning wantonly. She took me down so far, I could feel the tip of my length reaching the back of her throat. When she couldn’t go further, she pulled away and smiled to herself when she saw the trail of saliva dripping from my tip down to my balls. Her long, elegant fingers began moving into action and she started massaging the base of my shaft. Her hands wrapped around my balls, purposefully pressing lightly into them and pulling on them, sending shocks of sensation across my stiff body. I gritted my teeth in response to suppress the groans from escaping my lungs.

“Say my name and tell me if it feels good,” she demanded.

I just bit my lip and I didn’t say anything. I wasn’t sure if I should.

“Say it,” she pressed again.

She gripped my balls tighter that it was starting to hurt. She literally had me by the balls and she was being so adamant that I felt the need to comply. So I opened my mouth to start speaking.

“Ma…”

I was just about to say her name, when something else caught my attention just outside the window. I saw a figure that resembled Maia, and she was running across the garden outside. Not long after that, a guy ran out chasing after her.

“Maia?!” I said aloud.

“What?” Marguerite stopped her movements and gaped at me, clearly it was not what she expecting.

“I… I’m sorry. I just saw Maia out there and I think she’s in trouble,“

“What are you talking about? Maia’s upstairs f*****g AJ Fitz-Herbert,” she scoffed.

Wait, what?

“What did you just say?”

“From what I hear, Maia and AJ have been dating in secret all summer long, and tonight’s the night they’re going all the way. AJ Fitz-Herbert told everyone about it,” she replied, pausing for a moment before adding, “What? You didn’t know? I thought you’re her friend,”

I thought so too. But this is news to me. So is that why Maia was acting weird and insisted on going upstairs to leave me?

Marguerite shrugged and she was about to reach for my d**k again, but I quickly pushed her back and stood up abruptly.

“What the hell?” she squeaked in anger and shock.

“I’m sorry, I can’t do this,” I told her. “I have to go find Maia,”

Quickly, I shuffled away and pulled my pants up. I was walking and zipping up my pants at the same time, while Marguerite was still on the floor.

“Are you crazy? We’re in the middle of something here!” I heard Marguerite calling after me, but I didn’t stop.

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Within seconds, I was bursting out of the back door and I ran deeper into the garden. I couldn't find Maia around, but I heard a guy’s voice calling after her, so I knew I was getting close to them. I followed the sound of the voice and finally, I spotted them. Maia was still running and the guy wasn’t far behind her. He kept calling after her, but she wouldn’t stop.

“Maia, love, wait. I’m sorry. Please let me explain,” the guy said as he chased after her.

Maia stopped her tracks and turned back to him.

“Just tell me one thing. Was it all a lie? Was it all just some game to you?”

“Of course not. I have feelings for you, Maia. I… love you,”

Maia was quiet for a while. Both of them didn’t notice that I was just teen feet away. They were busy staring each other down. Finally, Maia took a deep breath and said, “I wish I believe you AJ,”

The guy trashed his head around in frustration.

“What can I do to prove it to you, love? I’ll do anything,” he said to her.

“There’s nothing you can do,”

The guy didn’t look happy with her response. He took a deep breath and he started walking towards her.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“Just let me try,” he replied.

He was now only an arm’s length away from her. He his hands on both her arms and he started leaning down, inching his face to hers.

“No, stop it. It’s done,” she said as she squirmed.

“What do you mean it’s done? I told you I love you!” he almost yelled at her.

The guy was shaking her arms somewhat violently. Maia was trembling. It was clear that she didn’t wanna be there, but this guy was being forceful and domineering. I knew I had to step in.

“Maia? What’s going on?” I spoke finally, and I made sure they both heard me.

They both turned around and Maia was clearly shocked to see me.

“Hunter?”

“Who is this?” I asked her.

“I’m none of your business. Now get out of here!” the guy answered in his thick British accent.

“Maia?” I wasn’t going anywhere. I was waiting for her to tell me what to do.

“It’s okay Hunter, just go back to the party. I’ll handle this,” she said.

I heard what she said, but her body was saying otherwise. Rule number two.

“You need to get your hands off her,” I strode towards them.

“Yeah? Or what?” he asked challengingly.

I didn’t know what had gotten into me, but my hand seemed to have a mind of its own. My fingers curled into a ball and my fist went flying right across his face. I was certain I hit his nose, and I heard a cracking sound.

“Fúck!” he yelped as he staggered back, holding his nose with both hands.

My hand was throbbing in pain, but I didn’t care. I turned to Maia to see if she was alright.

“Are you okay?” I asked her.

She nodded frantically, she looked happy and relieved. I was about to close in on her to give her a hug, but I felt a pull from behind me instead. I turned to see that the guy had grabbed my shoulder and he spun me around.

“You fookin’ piece of s**t!” he growled angrily and his fist came flying right at me.

And that was the last thing I remembered about that night. Because as soon as his fist landed on my face, everything went black.

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