Hunter, page 6
A contradiction does suit her, though. She’s innocent and almost timid yet wants to be fucked like a bad girl. I can read it all over her features, and fuck, if it isn’t the true test of my will. Every minute with her, the struggle to keep my hands to myself becomes harder. Just like my fucking cock at the moment. Her in my bed, naked and wanting, will drive even the saintliest of men mad with untamed lust.
“What do you want, Aura?”
It’s taking everything in me to keep her stare when I want to be ogling every glorious inch of her full tits. She flutters her lashes, sending me a coy look. I know what she wants, she doesn’t need to say it, but I’m still going to make her. This is wrong, her here in my bed when I know so much and haven’t told her anything. I push the thoughts to the back of my mind as she whispers, “I want you.”
“Me, huh? Do you have any idea what you’re asking me for?”
“Yes. I want you to touch me all over my body. Make me feel good. Please?”
She doesn’t need to tell me twice as exploring her pale silky flesh will be an easy feat. Reaching toward her, my fingertips fall to her shoulders first. I want to feel her everywhere—every single inch of her. Where to begin is the hard part, but her bare shoulders are an extremely alluring piece of her. I caress her skin there, lightly drawing my fingers down over her arm and then back up. Goosebumps pepper her milky tone, and I relish knowing I’ve gotten a response from her so easily. She’s responsive and will make this all the more enjoyable for both of us.
“Can I touch you as well?”
She wants to touch me? Her words send a sharp spike of desire straight to my throbbing cock. I’m so hard, my length begs to be set free, and she wants to know if she can touch me?
“Fuck,” I curse with a sigh.
What do I say to her? I want to rough her up a bit, squeeze her, pluck at her nipples, and maybe command her to jump on my cock and ride me like she’s never ridden before. However, I don’t want to scare her off so quickly, not when I have her this close. There’s no doubt in my mind she wouldn’t know how to deal with me if I went full-on right off the bat. So rather, I say, “You can touch, and you don’t need to ask me. You always have my consent.”
She releases a tense breath. It comes out as a sweet, excited sigh. Her warm exhale has fantasies consuming my mind of feeling it, along with her lips exploring my body and my dick.
My free hand moves to her throat, my grip wrapping around and holding firm while my other fingertips move to her breast. My thumb rotates in circles over her pert, dusky peach nipple. My palm cups the heavy flesh as I alternate from squeezing and teasing the peak. My eyes lock with hers, not breaking the stare as I lean in and place my mouth around the perky nub. My tongue eagerly swirls as my teeth lightly bite down with enough pressure to cause her to squirm with longing.
Her cheeks flush, her chest moving quicker as she begins to pant. She wants me as much as I do her. I lean back, letting the flesh pop free from my mouth and move to show her other breast the same amount of attention. She pulls a groan from me as her hand seeks out my length, and she gives me a quick tug. When she asked to touch me, I was banking she’d go for my chest or my hair, where chicks always head to first. Not her, though, she’s less inhibited and going right for the good part.
If she wants surprises, I’ll give her one. My hands move to her hips, and in the next second, I have her up and over me and spun around, so her pussy is right in front of my face. Eagerly, I lick my lips and gaze at the wet, swollen pink flesh. She’s already drenched, and I’ve barely begun to touch her. My index finger moves to trail through her soaked slit, coating the tip in her sweet-smelling juices.
Not being able to hold back, I suck the wetness between my lips. Her flavor explodes on my tongue while her scent surrounds me, and I eagerly watch her cunt leak more fluid. I’ve never wanted to be inside a pussy so much in my goddamn life.
Using the tips of two fingers, I rim her entrance, dipping just enough inside she feels me there. She’s enticing in all the right ways. “Is this okay?” I ask, wanting her to be secure enough she can tell me no at any time if she needs to.
“Yes, please do it more.”
“How much have you done before?” I can’t help but ask—everything with her has me curious and edging for more information.
“My friends and I, we used to touch each other at night before bed. When we swam or bathed, then we’d lick each other sometimes as well.”
“Fuck,” I release on a breath. I’m about to be sent over the edge just from picturing what she’s telling me. “They... uh... touched you too?”
“Yes, and we had a soft stick that was bigger than our fingers we could use if we wanted to.”
Precum leaks from my tip as I imagine her taking a small, smooth piece of driftwood and using it to pleasure herself. They were on that island alone for far too long, but even in their circumstances, they found ways to enjoy themselves and each other. She probably knows more about her sexuality than any other woman I’ve ever had the opportunity of fucking.
“Jesus,” I pant. “No man has ever been inside this pussy? Only fingers, tongues, and toys?” I ask, needing her to continue building up my visual. It appears my fantasy can’t compare to the real thing, and she has me on edge.
“No man has ever touched me like this, only you,” she admits and sends me on another level of possessiveness. She was meant to be mine from the start of our lives, and this is only more proof that the world agrees.
“You’re so sexy, Christ. You really have no idea, do you?” I lean in, deeply breathing in her scent and lick her from ass to clit. She moans and tugs on my cock again. “Don’t stop,” I order, repeating her words from earlier.
“Can I lick you too? Would you enjoy it?” she asks so innocently, I nearly come unglued right then and there.
“Y-yes,” I choke out. “Lick all you want.” She doesn’t hesitate, her mouth surrounding my length as she begins to lightly suck on my tip. “Oh.” I clench my teeth together, silently begging for stamina and patience to make sure she enjoys herself fully before I come all over the damn place like a novice.
All the filthy thoughts running through my mind ache to fall from my lips, but I somehow manage to bite most back. I’ve never been anyone’s first at anything before, the notion urging me on to beat on my chest a bit in triumph. It probably means nothing to her, but it certainly caves a chink in the invisible armor surrounding my heart where she’s concerned.
“Damn, your mouth feels like heaven,” I offer, encouraging her so she doesn’t stop.
She takes my compliment in stride, eagerly keeping pace with my tongue. My fingers thrust deep, my thumb steadily applying pressure on her clit until she explodes.
Chapter Eight
AURA
MY BODY SHATTERS FOR him while my noisy moans fill the room. The sensation of floating hits me everywhere as do the fiery zings of my pussy clamping onto his digits, begging for more. My body milks the orgasm for as long as possible, my head spinning with relief. Sleepiness would usually overtake me in other circumstances, but with Hunter, I simply desire more. I want all of him, filling me everywhere. Too much, too soon? I hope not because I’m all in for this.
My hands move, twisting and turning as I continue to work him over. “Does this feel good?”
“Fuck, yes. You have no idea what your touch does to me.”
“I want you inside me, please.” I give his length an extra tight squeeze and grin when he responds with a groan. Taking his length deeper in my mouth, I suck with more force. His hands clench my thighs as he pants through each pass my mouth makes over his cock.
After a few beats, he leans back, smirking as his cock pops free from my mouth. “You’re sure about this? I don’t want you to feel like you need to do this for me to allow you to sleep in my bed.”
“Ever since you kissed me in the woods, I’ve thought of nothing else... only you touching, kissing, and filling me repeatedly.”
“Jesus,” he swears to himself and leaps from the bed. He rifles through the top drawer of his bureau where I’d found his box of condoms in my exploration. I’d heard of them before in a few of the spicier stories Mary would tell us at times. She had a hard life before she was adopted and learned things far too young. Hunter staggers back to the bed, hands busily tearing through the package and rolling the latex over his shaft.
Wanting to touch him as quickly as possible, I eagerly reach for him. One hand lands on his shoulder while the other falls to his broad chest. He’s built like a dream—all hard angles but still soft enough to cuddle up to. My palms glide over his heated flesh, taking in the smattering of light brown hair over his chest. It’s thin but still enough to know he’s a man’s man and doesn’t believe in a smooth finish. I’ve heard men’s bodies are all different, just like women’s, and to witness one for the first time in my life has my gaze widening with excitement.
“You’re beautiful,” I comment, drawing a startled glance from him.
“You’re the stunning one,” he argues. His fingers glide through my long locks, tilting my head backward as he leans in. His lips pepper my tender skin with kisses and an occasional lick. I like to imagine he’s tasting me, saving my flavor to memory as I’ve been doing with him. This is something I never want to forget, no matter if it happens in the future—this time will always be extra special for me.
“Touch me.” I’m ready to beg, my body’s vibrating to feel him inside and against me.
“Don’t have to tell me twice,” he responds on a growl. His head dips lower, taking my breasts in his mouth. Somehow, it feels better this way—perhaps it’s in the way he sucks them so forcefully. My thighs clench as wetness floods me below. I grip onto his shoulders, afraid I may collapse into a wanton heap if he keeps it up.
“Yes, that feels remarkable,” I mutter. He goes to his knees, his lips trailing over my abdomen. His mouth parts as his teeth make their presence known. Small bites have me bowing my head to watch him as he moves inch by inch lower. He kisses down my thigh, then back up the opposite, only to punctuate it by sucking my clit. A scream rips free at the intense sensation. Him going from soft to straight on has my body lost in how to respond.
“Please, more,” I begin to unnecessarily plead. He’s giving me what I desire, but I’m too impatient to wait. I want it all, right this moment.
Ignoring my begging, he circles behind me and gently kisses up the back of my legs. He nips at the skin behind my knee, and I nearly buckle over. I’m learning the spot is sensuous and underestimated. Hunter’s a skilled lover, and I won’t be doubting as much after his exploration. More kisses glide up the backs of my thick thighs with bites on each of my butt cheeks. I can’t help but moan and giggle at the same time. He smacks my behind enough not to hurt but warn me to stop the giggling. “Oh!” I breathe hard as the slap turns me on just as much as the sucking did.
“You were made to be cherished. Designed for a man who wouldn’t undervalue every single inch of you,” his deep voice whispers at the back of my neck. Shivers and goosebumps skate over my flesh, making my nipples stand even firmer than before.
“Touch me, Hunter.”
He growls at my mention of his name, then his strong arms are surrounding me from behind. “Shall I fuck you like this? Bend you over and slide my long, thick cock into you from behind? Think you could handle me all at once?” He breathes against my ear, and my eyes roll heavenward.
“I’ll handle you some way, I promise as much.”
“Christ,” he hums, then spins me to face him. His mouth is on mine before I can blink. His lips press to mine, tongue parting them to explore. One hand holds me securely to his frame while the other brokers our fall onto the oversized bed. He pulls back just enough to whisper, “I won’t hurt you the first time I take you. We’ll save that for another if you want it.”
“Oh, I want it,” I whisper without thinking. He could fill me from behind right now, but I won’t fight him on it if he wants to wait. At this point, I couldn’t care less as long as he’s in me some way. The thought of him filling me as I desperately crave has me eager for anything he’ll offer.
Our mouths move together as our bodies writhe against each other, searching for some semblance of pleasure with a bit of pressure. Our hands tangle as we both eagerly move to touch and tug as quickly as possible. Whoever can wait and take their time must be a saint because there’s no way I can prolong the sweetest sense of torture for long.
“Fill me,” I quietly demand, and he groans, his forehead resting against mine.
His eyes clench closed as he breathes deeply. Eventually, he admits, “You have me worked up and ready to explode. This may be much shorter than I want it to be.”
I pull his cock toward my entrance and reassure him, “I don’t care how long it lasts, only that it happens.” It’s what he needs to hear as his hand eagerly moves up his length, positioning him right where I need to feel him most. His free hand moves to the bedspread beside me as he braces himself, then slowly begins to work his cock into my entrance.
He stretches me to the point I feel full. There’s no pain, only relief. I can’t help but think he was made for me, and he belongs there and nowhere else. I’m his home, and he’s mine. All this time away, and it was him I’ve been missing.
“Are you all right?”
I nod, only to realize he’s waiting for my words. I meet his concerned gaze and offer a tender smile. “I’m more than okay, I’m great.”
He smirks and begins to move. It feels amazing, not only his length filling me but the warmth coming off his frame. His presence surrounds me, and it’s enough to have me biting my lip and closing my eyes. He’s everywhere all at once, and it’s better than I’ve ever dreamed of.
“Hold on to me. Look at me and let me know you feel me,” he orders.
My eyes shoot open, colliding with his blazing irises. One hand moves to grip his butt while the other hooks under his arm to grip his shoulder blade. He’s strong, sculpted with muscles I didn’t know a man possessed.
“Much better. You want it slow and soft or hard and fast? Your pussy grips me so perfectly, it has me seeing stars already.”
I love his abrupt honesty. “Fast,” I choke out as he plunges forward, rocking my world. He’s not the only one seeing stars as he pistons in and out, swiveling his hips left then right. “Yes! Oh, my,” I moan far too loudly to be acceptable, but he doesn’t seem to mind.
“You’re so wet.” His fingers find my clit, and I’m done for. Another orgasm explodes through me, shaking me all over. “Fuck, yes,” he groans, following me into bliss.
HUNTER
“IT’S TIME FOR YOU TO see your family,” I eventually make myself admit aloud, even though it pains me to say it. The last thing I want to do is let her go, and then, God forbid, something happens to her. I’ve grown used to her being here, comfortable with our arrangement. The sex helps. I am not going to lie, but I’m a man, and enjoying her body has been put to the forefront of my mind. Of course, there are feelings involved behind the carnal pleasure, but we’re not at the stage yet where we admit them. At least, I’m not. Fucking is one thing but acknowledging it aloud how I’m falling for her is another thing entirely.
“You’ve found them?” she asks, her eyes growing wide with wonder and excitement. Should it wound my pride to see her so happy over leaving me for them? My ego’s going to take a hit with her taking off, but I have to remind myself this isn’t about me and my needs. It’s about Aura, and it has been from the beginning. She’s ready, and it’s past time I bring her to her family.
Oh yeah, so I haven’t exactly told her about her family and all I know about them. I couldn’t bring myself to utter a word about any of them before now. I’m selfish, wanting to keep her all to myself like I have, but I’d do the same thing again if I had another opportunity to. They may be her family, but they’re not good enough for her sort of soul-deep beauty.
It’s hypocritical of me to think so, considering I’m basically on the opposite end of the spectrum as far as good men are concerned. I’ve killed people. Not only one or two, but many. My hands are dirty, stained in blood as is my soul. The kicker is I’m too far gone for her to care about any of it. I’ll lie and cheat, kill and maim, whoever I have to, to make sure she remains safe. Aura leaving my property has me worried. I can control the outcome of a threat here, but in the outside world, it’s not quite as easy. Her family’s loaded, too, a botanical empire she sits at the top of and has no clue of. It’ll only add to the allure of harming her, of using her for whatever some asshole can get his hands on.
“Your parents have missed you, I’m certain of it. I haven’t contacted them yet on your behalf, I wanted to discuss it with you first. Once you give me the okay, I’ll reach out.” Silently, I beg her to tell me what I want to hear, how she wants to stay here away from everyone else, alone with only me. It’s a stretch, but still, my heart reaches for hers, claiming it as my own.
“This is amazing news, Hunter. Thank you for finding them! I-I can’t wait to meet my parents.” She throws herself at me, wrapping me in a warm embrace. Her nose burrows into the spot between my shoulder and throat, making me shiver. It’s a sensitive place, not that it matters at the moment. My mind’s too busy flip-flopping all over the place, scatterbrained with all the things I know can possibly hurt her. Her general well-being has been pushed to the forefront of my priorities, along with her happiness, and this screams danger zone.
“They’ll be lucky to have you,” I murmur instead, fighting the twisting sensation in my stomach. I hold onto her tightly, not wanting her to lean back and be able to read all the raw emotion reflecting in my irises over her excitement.
“They’ll want me?” Her tone grows unsure, and I want to do anything I can to expunge whatever thoughts plague her at the moment.
