Chapter 10
ten
ELAINA
The second his bedroom door clicks shut behind us, Hunter’s mouth is on mine. I melt into him with a groan, my head spinning from the swift transition from the sweltering heat outside to the air-conditioned chill in the apartment.
Or maybe it’s just his kiss that has me feeling like I’m on a ride at the carnival.
A ride I never want to get off…
Damn, he tastes good, like passionfruit and summer heat and forbidden things I shouldn’t crave, but I do.
And it seems my fake fiancé has similar feelings.
“Been craving this smart mouth all day,” he murmurs, his fingers circling my waist like they were made to fit there, making me feel small, delicate.
I’m a petite person. I’ve always been much smaller than the men in my bed, but Hunter is next-level enormous, not just tall, but broad, with powerful hands that could probably snap me in half without breaking a sweat if he wanted to. But he doesn’t want to, I can tell. His touch is hungry, demanding, but also surprisingly careful, as if he’s wary of hurting me on accident.
The way he spans my ribs, fingertips curling into my back, firm but gentle at the same time, makes me feel strangely…cherished.
It’s ridiculous, of course. This isn’t about cherishing. This is about fucking with a purpose under contract.
It’s an arrangement, a situation, not a relationship.
Still, as he presses me against the door, caging me between his heat and the hard wood, something inside me flutters dangerously. It’s a hopeful something, a tiny corner of my heart that insists a man who touches a woman like this isn’t as cold or callous as he pretends to be.
“How’s your pussy now?” he asks, his breath hot against my neck. “I need a percentage update.”
Exhaling a soft laugh as I realize he’s calling back to my teasing words on the street earlier, I murmur, “At least fifty percent wetter. But it could be sixty soon, if you stop messing around and get my clothes off, already.”
“Such a bossy little brat.” His thumb finds my lower lip, teasing it, his voice rough in a way that sends heat licking through my veins.
“Someone really should teach me a lesson,” I breathe, arousal rocketing through me as he reaches down, gripping the bottom of my dress and jerking it up around my hips, baring my white satin panties.
“If you tear my dress, I’m going to be irritable,” I warn, though I honestly couldn’t care less about the dress right now.
I love vintage clothing. I treasure and respect it. But with Hunter’s fingers dipping down to rub my clit through the damp satin, I find it hard to muster up passion for anything but him.
“Oh no, we wouldn’t want that,” he says, his signature bone-dry sarcasm in full effect.
“You really wouldn’t.” I sigh, my head falling back as his lips skim across my jaw, down my throat, until he finds the place where my pulse rushes. “I’m a nightmare when I’m irritated. Just…” I trail off, shuddering as his pressure between my legs increases, until the tingling in my clit becomes a deeper, more insistent ache.
“You’re awful, I know,” he finishes for me, kissing his way up to my ear, proving anything can be an erogenous zone in the right hands, the right mouth. I cling to him, blood heating to a sizzle as he drags his teeth over my earlobe before whispering, “But you’re also funny. I would never have admitted it at the time, but when you told me to fuck myself in the face with a hot poker, I almost lost it.”
A slow grin creeps across my face. “You did not. You were shocked.”
“I was surprised,” he corrects before pulling back, amusement in his eyes. “And entertained.”
“Well, good. I live to entertain you, sir,” I tease in a breathy voice, fluttering my lashes.
“You live to torment me,” he corrects as he smooths his hands back to my hips, pushing my dress even higher. “A fact you’ve proven by wearing a dress I can’t figure out how to get off you.”
I bite my lip, pleased by this revelation. “It has a hidden zipper. Should we play hot and cold until you find it?”
“You have three seconds to get this dress off before I rip it off you,” he says. “I need your nipples in my mouth, and I’m not in the mood to wait.”
“Now who’s bossy?” I reach for the tiny zipper top hidden in the seam beneath my armpit. Holding his gaze, I draw it slowly down, revealing the side of my ribs, the curve of my hip. The bodice sags forward as the tension holding the fabric together is released, and I lean forward, treating Hunter to a glimpse of my white strapless bra.
“One second left,” he warns, the bulge behind his fly far too large to overlook.
“Patience,” I tease. “Good things come…” I guide the thin straps off my shoulders. “To those…” I wiggle the bodice down to my waist. “Who…” I give the fabric one final push, sending it dropping to pool around my feet, leaving me in nothing but my bra and already drenched panties.
“Wait,” I finish, arching a brow, silently letting him know it’s his move.
True to form, he doesn’t keep me waiting. A beat later, I’m in his arms, his big hands guiding my legs around his waist before he grips my ass, squeezing my curves as he carries me across the room. I gasp as my back hits the bed, the sheets cool against my overheated skin, but he’s already following me down, covering me, caging me beneath him.
“Do you want to wait?” he asks, his cock straining against me through his thin suit pants and whatever he’s wearing beneath. “Would you like me to take things slower? Tease you more before I give you what you want?”
I bite my lip as he tugs my bra down, baring my breasts. A beat later, his thumb is circling my nipple, sending pleasure sparking through me. “No, I like getting what I want right away. Being teased is for other people. Like you.”
I know I’m playing with fire, but I can’t help it.
I also can’t help grinning against his lips as he kisses me again.
“So bad,” he growls low in his throat before kissing me harder, deeper, fucking my mouth with his tongue as his hands roam my body. He sets fires everywhere he touches, until I’m writhing beneath him, my breath coming faster.
Then, suddenly, he’s gone.
My eyes fly open to find him kneeling between my spread legs, making quick work of his polo shirt as he rips it off and tosses it aside, revealing that chest I could admire for years. Sculpted pecs give way to slightly crooked ab muscles covered in a dusting of dark hair, and I silently vow to trace each muscle with my tongue at my earliest convenience.
He smirks as he hooks fingers into the sides of my panties. “You look hungry, sweetheart. Didn’t you get enough lunch?”
I narrow my eyes as I reply sweetly, “No, I didn’t. There wasn’t any dick on the menu. Think that’s something you can help me out with? Preferably sooner than later?”
“Maybe,” he says, dragging the satin and lace down my thighs before tossing my panties aside, leaving me bare. “Though a smart woman once told me that good things come to those who wait.”
I exhale, both hating and loving that he’s decided to play with me.
“Spread your legs wider, Elaina,” he murmurs. “I need to check my progress.”
I obey, fresh heat rushing to my core as he hooks his hands behind my knees and guides them even wider, until I’m spread open like a butterfly on a board.
“Well, well,” he murmurs, his tongue sweeping along his lip as he penetrates me at least three different ways with his hungry gaze. “What a shameless little pussy. You’re soaked, sweetheart. And so swollen.” He arches a brow as he teases his thumbs down either side of my folds, intensifying the ache throbbing inside. “Looks like you could use a little relief.”
Squirming my hips, I try to bring my aching core into more intimate contact with his fingers, but this isn’t his first time at the torment rodeo. He deftly shifts his grip, his pressure, avoiding touching me in any of the places that need him most until I’m whimpering.
Begging…
“Please, you jerk,” I pant, practically writhing now. “Please, touch me.”
Finally, he does.
He lowers his mouth between my thighs and from the first stroke, his tongue has me gasping, my spine arching off the bed as pleasure shoots through me. He takes his time, alternating between slow, deep swirls around my clit and faster undulations of his tongue that make my head spin. The man has a gift, no doubt about it, and when he slides two fingers inside me just as I’m about to shatter, I go off like a Roman candle. My release crashes over me in waves so intense I can’t think, can’t breathe.
I can only pulse and gasp and feel.
He hums in approval against my sex, the sound vibrating through my core as I slowly drift down from somewhere in the stratosphere. “Fuck, woman. I need to be inside you.”
“Yes,” I pant, nodding my head loosely. “Yes, please.”
He shoves his pants and boxer briefs down his thighs, freeing his engorged length, but doesn’t pause to dispose of them completely before surging over me. Apparently, he can’t wait those few extra seconds, and thank God for that, because neither can I.
His name is a plea on my lips as he shoves home, groaning in a relief that echoes across my skin as he buries himself to the hilt.
“So damned wet,” he grits out, his forehead pressing against mine as he holds still inside me, the feel of him stretching me wide making my inner walls begin to pulse again. “I love making you come.”
I clutch at his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin. “Yes, again. Do it again.”
“Greedy, little girl,” he murmurs as he pushes impossibly deeper, grinding into my clit.
I cling to his ass, shifting just the slightest bit beneath him until the angle is perfect. In a matter of seconds, I’m panting again, tension clawing at my forehead as I chase the second wave, the one I can feel is just around the corner.
“Don’t come yet,” he warns, even as he rocks his hips faster, giving me exactly what I need. “Wait for me. Wait until I’m ready to fill you up.”
The reminder that he isn’t going to pull out, that he’s going to come inside me without protection is nearly enough to finish the job, but I bite my lip and fight to push back the wave. I may be a brat sometimes, but deep down I’m desperate to please him, to show him what a good girl I can be, to wait as long as I possibly can before I lose the battle against the blaze he’s stoking to life.
“That’s it, baby,” he murmurs as he begins to pump faster. “Wait for me. Wait.”
I whimper as his rhythm speeds—until he’s taking me with a barely-controlled violence that brings me closer to the edge with every sharp, electric thrust.
His hand tangles with one of mine, our fingers threading together before he pins my arm over my head, pressing down hard as he pistons inside me. “That’s it. Good girl, so fucking good. You can come now. Come for me, Elaina. Come all over my cock.”
My eyes fly open, locking on his as my second orgasm rolls through me like a dark wave, threatening to snuff me out just as Hunter comes inside me with a groan. I have to fight to keep my eyes open, to keep them from rolling back in my head as the pleasure sucks me under.
I don’t want to get swept away completely.
I want to stay right here, fully present as Hunter stares straight into my soul as he comes, pumping me full until he finally sags onto his forearms.
For a long moment, we don’t move, our bodies still locked together, our breath mingling in the quiet.
Finally, he rolls us over, holding me steady against his chest as we move, ensuring he stays buried inside me.
“I think I’m supposed to stay on my back for a while after,” I say, my breath still ragged as I melt into his strength. “If we want to have the best chance of things…sticking.”
“I’m not worried.” Hunter presses a kiss to my temple, his voice a whisper against my skin as he adds, “I have a feeling my sperm is the sticking kind, no matter what the position.”
My lips curve. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” He reaches around, giving my ass another firm squeeze. “And there’s no need to rush. We’re just getting started.”
He lifts his hips, making my breath catch as a fresh wave of arousal flutters through me. I prop up on my arms, meeting his hooded gaze with one of my own. “What have you done to me? I still want more…”
His eyes dance with smug satisfaction. “Been too long since you had a proper fuck?”
“Yeah,” I say, before confessing with a shrug I hope looks casual, “since you, actually. I haven’t been with anyone since our weekend last fall.”
His amusement fading, he asks, “Is that right?”
I exhale before adding with a sarcastic roll of my eyes, “What can I say, it’s hard to mess with the rest when you’ve already had the best.”
“I like being the only man in your bed,” he says, rewarding my confession with his own. “Which reminds me, I don’t want you fucking anyone else until the baby is born.”
I arch a brow. “That wasn’t in the contract.”
“We’ll have to add it then,” he says, his fingers digging deeper into my curves as his cock thickens inside me. “I find myself feeling very possessive about this pussy. It’s my cock inside you or nothing until after you’ve given birth.”
“So, if I need dick while I’m pregnant? If it makes me as horny as Sydney says it’s made her?” I ask, nipples tightening as I begin to move, stroking him fully hard with slow, languid rocks of my hips. “I should come to you?”
“Come to me and on me,” he rumbles. “Bend forward. I need your tits in my mouth.”
I obey, forgetting to tell him that I’m not a huge fan of the word “tits” as he licks and sucks and bites. God, he bites me—hard enough to sting, but not hurt—and before I know it, I’m coming for him again.
I claw my fingers into his shoulders, holding on as he rolls on top of me again, finishing with wild, erratic thrusts that stoke my own bliss even higher.
This time, he stays on top as we catch our breath, still buried inside me, ensuring not a drop of him seeps out for a good five minutes, a thing I find inexplicably hot.
And a little scary.
This kink we’ve discovered is probably going to get us both in trouble, but damn…it’s going to be a hell of a lot of fun until then.