Page 5 of The Boy I Loved (Eternal Hell #1)

I frowned, slightly annoyed that he wasn’t willing to open up to me. Before I could call him out on it, he pulled me to a stop. It didn’t take long for me to realize that we’d already made it to our destination.

Peering up at the treehouse, a sadness burrowed through me. This might’ve been the last time we ever came here together. Who knew what would happen once he returned from camp. We’d both be grown—too old for childish things like treehouses and sleepovers.

Dominic took the lead, hauling himself over the steps and retreating into the small building.

I hastily followed behind him, the wood digging into my palms with every movement.

I couldn’t count how many times I’d gotten splinters from this place, but it still never deterred me from coming back the next day.

The little house was lit up by the light streaming in through the windows. Dominic was already seated on the mattress with his bag unzipped between his legs as he rummaged through it. He pulled out his laptop, setting it up on one of the little tables we owned.

“Is there anything specific you want to watch?” he asked, glancing over at me. “I brought a handful of movies.”

I thought about that for a moment, rolling my lower lip between my teeth. We both liked a variety of genres, but I wouldn’t force him to sit through some chick-flick when he didn’t want to.

“Maybe a thriller,” I suggested. They were his favorite, and I wanted tonight to be more about him than me, especially since he’d be going away for who knew how long. The thought sent a current of dread building in the depths of my stomach.

He smirked back at me, the sight causing my heart to flip.

He was different than he had been before his father’s passing.

There was a darker edge to him now, laced with something sad and broken.

“I was hoping you’d say that.” He got the movie ready and sat down by me on the mattress.

There were several pillows propped against the wall for us to lean on so we could see the screen easily.

He offered me a candy bar which I greedily accepted, shooting him a genuine smile of my own.

The opening credits danced across the screen as we chewed our chosen snacks. We were spending the night in the treehouse tonight, like we did on occasion, but the atmosphere felt a lot more dreadful this time. There was a chance we’d never have this opportunity again.

As if sensing this, Dominic shifted closer to me, draping an arm around my shoulders like he’d done many times before. Only this time, my body ignited beneath his touch. It wasn’t as foreign as it used to be back when our friendship had been completely platonic.

“I might have had ulterior motives for wanting to spend the night in the treehouse with you tonight,” he admitted, glancing over at me.

My heart thundered in my chest, his fingertips brushing along my bare arm. “Like what?”

A slow smile stretched across his face, his eyes hooding as he glanced down at my lips. “Like this.” He pressed his mouth to mine, capturing the gasp that fled me from the unexpectedness of it. His tongue swept along mine, sending a current of tingles careening through my body.

We’d kissed a few times now, but I had a feeling that he was wanting something a lot different tonight—something I was more than willing to give him.

The kiss grew more heated, his free hand drifting to my waist while he moved his other hand through my hair. A low groan rumbled from his chest .

“Fuck, Hazel.” He breathed, his warm breath feathering against my lips. “I want to taste you.”

My face flamed, something powerful igniting in my core. He’d never said that before, and I’d never had anyone touch me there, let alone lick me there. He brushed his lips over the edge of my jaw, his grip tightening around my hip.

On the bright side, I shaved last night. I didn’t know for sure, but did have a hunch that he was going to want to do something. I was hoping for it. But now that it was actually happening, nervous energy was prickling along my skin.

“Can I?” he pressed. “I’ll make you feel so good.”

I sucked in a stuttering breath. “Okay,” I whispered, not able to say much else. He tugged me against his chest, dropping his lips to my throat where he proceeded to leave a multitude of wet kisses. Each one had me shuddering, my hands moving up to fist his shirt.

“I want to fuck you, too,” he continued. “So bad.” His words were coming off slightly unhinged and desperate, like he needed to be as close as humanly possible to me before we were inevitably separated.

My breath caught in my throat, warmth pooling between my legs at the mere idea of having his naked body pressed against mine at last.

“Do you want to feel my cock inside you, Hazel?”

An involuntary whimper fled my defenses, and all I could do was nod.

He muttered another curse before untangling himself from me.

He situated himself between my legs, glancing up at me one last time.

There was so much turmoil in his gray eyes that it made me pause momentarily, but that was short-lived when he hoisted my yellow sundress above my hips.

His fingers flattened against my smooth thighs, and he leaned in, planting a kiss to the spot behind my knee.

“I’ll be gentle. I promise.” It sounded like he was telling himself this, rather than me. Like he needed to remind himself that I was a virgin.

He reached up, hooking his fingers in the waistband of my panties and tugging them from my hips before discarding them off to the side. His eyes dilated instantly as he looked at me down there, his hungry gaze searing through my flesh.

“You’re already so wet for me, baby. Fuck.

” He lowered his mouth to me in the next breath, swiping his tongue down my slit in one motion.

I gasped, a hand moving to his dark hair instinctively.

A jolt of pleasure shot through my core when he found my clit, his tongue flicking over it in a way that told me he’d done this before.

The thought should have put me off, but I was too lost to the pleasure to dwell on it.

My hips bucked up, begging him for more, which he greedily gave me.

He flattened his mouth over me, toying with the bundle of nerves between my legs.

The sound of the movie playing in the background, joined in with my heavy breathing and his tongue lapping me up, amplified everything.

It was completely erotic and hot. I continued to ride his face, making him groan out in approval.

My stomach tightened with pleasure until I was shattering against him, a cry fleeing my lips.

“Holy shit,” he panted. “You taste phenomenal.” He rose slightly, my juices coating his lips and chin, but he didn’t seem to mind it in the slightest. “I need you completely naked.”

My head was still clouded with lust, unable to keep up with what he was saying. He reached for the hem of his shirt, tugging it over his head. My gaze tracked over the hard planes of his body, causing my heart to speed up even more. When he started on the button of his pants, I got the message.

With shaky fingers, I tugged my dress over my head and unclasped my bra, letting it fall to the side. The air drifted over my nipples, making them harden instantly.

Once his jeans were off, he shoved his boxers down, revealing his long, thick erection.

I’d never done anything like this before, and to say I was nervous would be a massive understatement.

But this was something I’d been waiting for.

I’d known for a while that I wanted him to be my first, and hopefully, even my last.

He reached for his bag, rustling around in it for a few moments before he pulled out a condom. He tore the packaging and rolled it on, his muscles flexing with the movement.

“Scoot down a bit, Baby. I don’t want you to get smooshed against the wall.”

His gaze trailed over my naked body as I obeyed, my breasts jiggling with the action. He reached out, thumbing one of my nipples. The foreign sensation had another current of electricity spiraling through me. He crawled between my legs, situating my thighs on either side of him.

“You okay?” he asked, pumping himself up and down a few times.

I swallowed past the lump in my throat, willing myself to form words. “Yes. I w-want you inside of me,” I stammered, heat blossoming through my face.

His eyes widened in surprise, probably not expecting me to be so blunt about it. We’d never even talked about having sex before, let alone done any touching or dirty talking. It was always just a few heated kisses. His jaw feathered, the remnants of his control slipping through his grasp.

“I’m going to need you to say that again,” he choked out, tightening his grip around his dick.

I wet my lips, his gaze tracking the movement like he couldn’t help himself. “I want you inside me, Dom.”

Blowing out a breath, he wedged my legs apart even further before lining himself with my entrance. His gaze dropped to mine, full of a scorching heat that seared through my body in waves.

“Let me know if it hurts too much. I’ll stop if you need me to.”

I nodded, a slice of fear shooting through me. But I wasn’t backing out. I’d been fantasizing about this moment for the last year. This may be my only opportunity to do it with him, and my virginity was his for the taking—only his.

The head of his member brushed against my entrance and then he slowly pushed his hips forward, easing inside me.

He was careful, cautious, and patient. Even as his muscles strained in protest from holding back, he did—for me.

My thighs instinctively recoiled, trying to clamp shut to cut off his access from the discomfort in my core.

“Relax,” he rasped, running his fingers through my hair. “It’ll hurt more if you’re tense.”