The way Hunter cupped my face was extremely possessive, the look in his shimmering green eyes knowing. I’d had few men hold my attention rapt the way he could do. I was frozen in the moment, reaching out and wrapping the fingers of one hand around his soft shirt.
The teal green was almost as incredible as the color of his eyes. It might be inappropriate, but I believed him to be sexier in his ragged jeans, thick combat boots, and a simple shirt than in his expensive suits.
Granted, there was nothing wrong with a man wearing a tie, but the ruggedness of his personality was highlighted perfectly in his attire tonight.
Maybe the inner voice would bash me later, but as I leaned into him, I couldn’t care less what that part of me had to say. Our lips were oh-so close, my soft breaths floating across his chin enticing the building need.
His grip was firm, his chest rising and falling as he slowly allowed a smile to curl on his lips. Just being in his hold made me feel special, as if there was no one else in the world but the two of us.
He kept his hand right where it was as he lowered his head the last few centimeters, brushing his lips back and forth across mine. The effect was instantaneous, electric shock tearing through my system. I eased one hand to his arm, squeezing his bicep. The feeling of his muscles through the shirt was just as exciting as when he’d been naked.
I was the one who slipped my tongue inside, savoring the combined taste of his whiskey and my wine. It was an incredible aphrodisiac, pushing me into a cloudlike state. I found myself on my toes, my bare feet exaggerating the fact of how tall he was.
He massaged my face with his thumb, rubbing the rough pad back and forth across my jaw. His hand was so large he could easily break bones, but his touch was gentle, more than I’d believed him capable of.
I pressed my lips firmly against his, pulling myself closer. He was allowing me to feel as if I was in control when I knew better. He was all male and would never allow me to forget it.
Our tongues danced in slow motion, but I sensed he was barely holding back. His words had been powerful, his hold dominating. It wouldn’t be long before he would refuse my playfulness.
He rolled his other arm around my waist, yanking me against his body. The hard crush and the feel of his thick bulge kept me lightheaded. No man so rough and tumble was supposed to be able to make a girl swoon like this. But he was doing a fine job.
When he slipped his hand under my bottom, I stiffened. Perhaps I was fearful he’d try to spank me again. But he didn’t, merely lifting me off my feet. I wrapped one leg around his and slid one arm over his shoulder. His hair was thick and coarse, tickling my fingers as his kiss was doing to my insides.
My core was on fire, the feeling of closeness exactly what I’d needed. And what had been so terribly unexpected. How was he capable of turning me into mush with the flick of a switch? His disarming ways were a trait I adored, while so much of him could aggravate me.
He pulled away, breathing heavily as he brushed our noses together. The move was quirky and so unlike him, yet added to my shivers of excitement. With his eyes never leaving mine, he lowered me onto the couch. He pressed one hand on the back while he used the fingers of his other hand, flexing them open and rolling them down my face to my chest.
I couldn’t blink from the fear that if I closed my eyes even for a second, he’d disappear. I was shivering while remaining hot as Hades. The combination nearly ripped my synapses apart. When I dared reach for him, he gave me a commanding look without needing words.
No touching until he gave permission.
A slight smirk remained on his face as he continued his exploration, rolling his fingers down my stomach to one leg. Now using a single finger, he brushed the tip along the inside of one leg, running it back to my stomach on the other. After issuing a deep sigh, he pulled on my top, slowly sliding it up to my shoulders.
His movements were like he’d done this before, but the reverent look in his eyes continued to make the moment and our togetherness special. He tossed the shirt aside and immediately unfastened my jeans.
There was something dark and dangerous about the fact he wasn’t saying a word. Although he wasn’t much of a talker, his silence was as unnerving as his size and the heated, angry looks he’d given me since I’d gotten here.
Hunter was holding his breath as he pulled the stiff material over my hips, allowing a slight growl to escape as he laid his eyes on the front of my thong. The pair was see-through red lace, and there was no denying my intense longing. They’d been soaked from desire from the moment he’d walked into my house.
As soon as my legs were free, he left my underwear alone, rising to his full height and jerking off his shirt by the back of his neck. Seeing his chest in brighter light accentuated the scars and highlighted his strong physique. My mouth was watering, my nipples aching.
I’d always been inhibited, only exploring my darker desires all alone, but as he continued undressing, I rolled my fingers around my nipples.
My actions seemed to please him. It was easy to tell from his narrowing eyes and the rapid pulse in the thick cords of his neck. I took a deep breath, bending one knee so it was hanging off the couch.
He pulled something from his back that had been stuffed into his jeans and I was forced to suck in my breath quickly. A gun. Either he’d been worried enough about the reason for my call, or he always carried one.
I could tell he noticed what I was looking at even before he gently placed it on the coffee table. “I told you there were bad people everywhere.”
“I know but… A gun?”
“Better safe than sorry, butterfly.”
My mind drifted to the bad place and I snapped it back. I sensed he was watching me closely and I closed my eyes to keep from giving myself away. How could I be thinking about something so horrible when I had a fabulous man standing over me?
As I pinched my right nipple with fingers on one hand, I rubbed the flat of my other hand down my stomach. I lifted and arched my back as much as my body would allow, even dragging my tongue across my lips to entice him.
With his nostrils flared, his chest still heaving, he appeared like a giant Viking. I was wet, more so than I’d been the night before. If that was even possible. There was something cute about the way he ripped off his boots, barely taking the time to untie them.
I bit my lower lip to keep from making ridiculous noises and shifted my hand to my other breast, pinching and twisting the already hardened bud. I uttered a series of moans to keep his rapt attention while I fingered my clit.
Maybe I was a mind reader, because I could tell by the expression on his face how hot and bothered I’d made him. I kept my legs as wide open as my couch would allow, sliding my fingers under the edge of my lingerie. Unable to stop a few tiny moans, I fingered my pussy while he peeled away his jeans.
Holy cow. His cock was even harder than I’d seen before. Was that possible?
“Mmm…” I mumbled to further entice him.
He teased me briefly, running his palms down his chest. I’d be damned if he didn’t undulate his hips back and forth a couple of times. The man was going to kill me. Maybe I was owed the torment since I’d dragged him out here for nothing.
But we both knew it would be oh-so worth it.
Just as I thrust two fingers inside, he placed one knee on the couch, hunkering over and lifting my pelvis off the seat at the same time.
Oh, my God. He had me at a total disadvantage. His hold on my hips was tight, the angle such I wouldn’t be able to get out of his grasp.
Even if I wanted to.
I flailed my arms, shuddering as he let off several deep growls before dropping his head. His mouth engulfed my pussy with the lace still intact. This was more intimate than anything I’d ever done with a man.
My face was flushed, soon to be a bright crimson. I felt so open and exposed, struggling so I could at least watch what he was doing. Every sound he made was completely animalistic, so much so I wondered just how primal he could become. I kicked out my legs, reaching for anything with my hands.
“Don’t worry, little butterfly. I won’t drop you.” His voice was rougher than before, more determined as he returned to sucking and licking, I felt something different, only to realize he’d driven his tongue through the lace.
The thought was insanely exciting, keeping stars floating in front of my eyes. The man was all that. Who had I been kidding? He thrust his tongue into my pussy, licking and growling the entire time. But maybe two seconds later he ripped the hole bigger with his teeth.
A moan slipped past my lips and I pressed my hand over my face as I did when I was embarrassed. I’d never done anything like this. I wondered how kinky the man could get. He continued his feast, but I sensed by his rougher actions he was more interested in thrusting his cock inside instead of his tongue.
The lightheadedness continued, butterflies in my stomach and within a few seconds, I was pushed straight into an orgasm. There was no warning. The climax was raw and powerful, sucking away my voice. I tingled straight to my core, the bottom half of my legs shaking from the vibrations.
“Oh… Well. Yes.” My words didn’t make any sense, but I doubted he cared. He was too busy licking every drop of my cum.
I lolled my head to the side as the delicious sensations began to fade away. My eyes were closed and I was completely relaxed. Only when I felt the pressure of something pushing down on the couch next to me did I bother opening them again.
Hunter had propped one foot on the couch, his leg leaning against the back. The other foot remained on the floor. He was hovering over me, stroking the base of his cock. I was given a slight yet incredible show as he rubbed his cock, even twisting his hand back and forth.
I’d never seen such determination in a man’s eyes, but there was also just a hint of amusement. He was certain our acts of bickering would end. I begged to differ.
I allowed my foot to drop to the floor, blowing him a kiss on purpose.
He shook his head, finally whispering words that brought a slight laugh. “Be careful being so naughty.”
“What if I don’t?” I was completely thrown off guard when he smacked two fingers on my pussy lips. “What are you doing?” The slight pain was also amazing, my instant reaction to want more. Much more.
“Letting you know what I’ll do.”
“Tough.”
He cracked his fingers down again and I sucked in my breath. The sensations were indescribable. He did it one more time before driving his fingers into my pussy. His roughness added to the sweet anticipation. His smirk was larger than life and he cocked his head as he continued his actions for a minute if not longer. When he removed them, he held them into the light before driving them deep into my mouth.
“Suck, baby. Suck on my fingers like you did with my cock.”
I wrapped my hand around his wrist, holding his arm in place as I did what he commanded.
Hunter was finished with waiting, hunkering down even more and pressing the tip of his cock just inside my pussy. He remained that way as he watched me continue to suck, licking his fingers until they were clean.
When he seemed satisfied, he pulled them free, once again holding them into the light. “Very good. Yes, very good indeed.”
If he’d made a statement like that in my kitchen, I would have likely bopped him in the head. Right now? His dominance was even more of a lure into the land of depravity. Feeling free was one of the best things I’d experienced in as long as I could remember.
He grabbed the back of the couch with one hand and thrust his cock inside. There was even more of a possessive look on his face as he pulled out, driving into me again.
“Arms over your head,” he directed.
I didn’t fight him, even though I enjoyed pushing his buttons. My mind was far too gone, the desire and our electricity all I could think about. After I obeyed, another twinkle formed in his eyes. He was even more commanding than I’d originally thought.
But I liked it.
Maybe I’d been craving it all along.
There was a perfect rhythm to the man, but I did what I could to lift my hips, rocking against him. He took his time, enough that beads of sweat slid down both sides of his face. As each salty bead dropped on my face and chest, I rubbed them into my skin. I would be covered in his scent for hours.
Hunter picked up his speed, gritting his teeth as his muscles tensed. I was certain he was ready to erupt deep inside.
When he pulled out, I thought something was wrong and jerked up on one elbow. “What’s wrong?”
“Why would anything possibly be wrong?” He rubbed the tip of his index finger down the bridge of my nose to the side of my neck, ending up tweaking one nipple.
“Then why did you stop?”
“Don’t worry, butterfly. I’m not finished yet. Right now, I plan on taking you in the ass.”
[divider]
Hunter
Beauty was a fascinating concept. What one man found gorgeous, another wouldn’t appreciate in the least.
Esme was gorgeous on the inside and out, our heavy bantering included. I even appreciated the way she fought back. The lady was tough as nails, but she did have a much softer side.
One she rarely allowed anyone to see.
I pulled her into a seated position, leaning down and kissing her lips.
“You’re doing what?” she asked.
“Taking what I want.” My answer was short and sweet. Why belabor the point? I pulled her onto her knees, gently but firmly pushing her over the back of the couch.
“Um…”
“Um, what?” I kicked her legs apart with my knee, once again running my fingers down her spine. When I tapped on one side of her bottom, she jumped.
“Um, as in it’s been a very long time since I’ve… I mean since someone… not just someone but a man… You know what I mean.”
She could have me blowing fire from my ears or grinning like an oaf with such ease. “Don’t worry, butterfly. I won’t be that kind of asshole tonight.”
“Oh, just a regular kind of asshole?”
I smacked her bottom three times in rapid succession. Seeing her pinched face and knowing I’d never hear the end of it was all worthwhile. I liked the fiery side of her even more.
“You might find out,” I told her before easing closer. I twisted her hair, shoving it over one shoulder. I wanted to watch every expression unfold on her face. I drove the entire length of my cock inside her pussy, savoring the way her muscles clamped around my shaft. As she wiggled in my hold, I pulled out, plunging in again. And again. I wanted my shaft nice and wet with her sweet juice.
As soon as I pressed the tip to her dark hole, she stiffened and clenched her fingers around the back edge of the couch.
“Oh, God.” She squeezed her eyes shut and I could clearly see her anticipation I would be rough, hurting her.
I had no such intentions, as much as I’d craved doing this. I pushed the tip further inside as I rubbed her back, caressing her tight muscles as I allowed her body to become used to the invasion.
She exhaled, the sound full of dread yet excitement. Her breathing was ragged as I pulled out, then pushed in another inch more than before. As I hit the tight ring of muscle, she bucked hard against me.
I continued caressing her soft skin. The tips of my fingers were searing from the heated touch and my pulse was racing. She had no idea how difficult it was to control myself around her. She had a way of pulling every inch of darkness from the depth of my being.
After gripping her hip with one hand, placing my other on top of her white-knuckled fingers, I slowly inched all the way inside.
“Oh. Yes.” Her exclaim was one of surprise. I didn’t move or breathe as she shifted her hips back and forth. She managed to fully seat my shaft inside. She was so hot, so damn incredible, and I was lured into a moment of personal ecstasy. I hadn’t wanted a woman this much in my entire life.
“Tight,” I muttered, pulling out and driving into her again. I could tell the moment she started to relax when she lowered her head. She was still gasping for air, but I sensed the pleasure outweighed any discomfort. I closed my eyes, allowing myself to enjoy the moment as I fucked her ass.
My actions became rougher, but I could tell she was now enjoying every moment. She was meeting every brutal thrust, rocking her body against me as moans slipped past her soft lips. I envisioned kissing her for hours, also not like me.
How many firsts had I experienced around her? How many indecent needs had she already fulfilled?
Not enough.
I planned on devouring her as often as possible. With a smile on my face, I kept the intense rhythm, my chest constricting from not bothering to breathe.
As our bodies began moving as one, I fell into a sweet lull. Nothing could be better than this. Not one damn thing.
Harder and faster I plummeted, the wild beating of my heart echoing in my ears. Losing control was a real possibility and I wanted this to last as long as possible.
She continuously squeezed her muscles, driving me to the point I couldn’t hold back much longer. Within three savage plunges, with my balls so swollen I was close to being in pain, I finally erupted deep inside.
My body was stiff as my cock expanded, the orgasm more powerful than any I’d had. As dancing vibrations tore through me, I finally fell over her, pressing the full weight of my body against hers.
Our breathing remained irregular, my pulse more rapid than before. But the feeling of being this close to someone was something I’d never believed I could allow myself to experience again.
I wasn’t a man who deserved such joy, but even for a short blip in time, it was exactly what I needed.