14. Hunter
CHAPTER 14
hunter
I had barely gotten the last necktie unknotted before I found myself on my back, disoriented and staring up at her in bewilderment.
She grinned down at me, auburn hair wild and loose around her face and shoulders. "My uncle Bax is an MMA coach. I know some killer takedowns and reversals."
"Clearly," I said, raking my gaze over her lush, beautiful naked body. "I don't even know what you did."
She knelt astride me, sex hovering over my belly, tits swaying over my chest, hips spread wide and begging for my hands. "Want me to demonstrate again?"
"Maybe later," I said. "Naked wrestling tutorial as foreplay."
"Sounds hot," she said, "I'm in. Definitely later, though."
I grasped her hips, squeezing a handful of flesh. "I may or may not be obsessed with this ass."
She grinned down at me, sitting tall on my belly. "As much as, more, or less than you're obsessed with my tits?"
"The phrase ‘first among equals’ comes to mind," I said.
She grabbed the blue-and-white striped necktie I'd used as a blindfold. Handed it to me. "Put this on."
"Turnabout is fair play, I suppose," I said, undoing the knot.
She sat on me, watching as I fitted the fattest part of the tie around my eyes. The moment the silk touched my face, I felt her soft small fingers circle my aching cock, pull it away from my body, and fit my head to her slit. I fumbled the tie, and she froze, One hand braced on my chest, the other grasping my cock.
"Tie it on, Hunter," she said. "What are you waiting for?"
She rolled her hips, sliding her seam against me. I'd been seconds from coming down her throat when I released her. I'm clearly a glutton for punishment, because I know perfectly goddamn well that she's about to torture me the way I did her.
I welcome it.
So, when she rolled her hips to rock her pussy against the precum-leaking tip of my cock, I jerked, the slippery hot slide nearly my undoing, making me fumble the tie again.
"C'mon, Hunter. I'm not fucking you till you're blindfolded."
I attempted to gather my focus, concentrating on the should-be-simple task of tying a stupid fucking knot. The moment I got the tie looped over itself and tugged tight, she grabbed my wrists and pushed them over my head. Rocked her pussy against me again, this time taking a tiny bit of my head inside her.
"Tying you up would be too simple," she said. "So here's how this game is going to go. Ready?"
"Fuck. Yes?"
Amusement laced her voice. "You aren't allowed to touch me until I say so. You aren't allowed to move your hands. You aren't allowed to move at all. If you do, I stop."
"I can handle that, I think," I said.
Famous last words.
I could not handle it.
I grabbed the upper edge of the headboard and waited.
I felt her shift, leaning forward; her hands punched into the pillow beside my face, and something soft and warm slid across my mouth, my chin, my cheeks, drifted across my eyes.
"Open your mouth," she ordered.
I parted my lips, and the soft warm something entered my mouth—her nipple. I sucked on it until she gasped, and then it was gone. Now damp, her nipple ghosted across my face again, and I sought it with my mouth, but she anticipated my movements and allowed me only a brief taste before taking it away again.
I groaned when she draped her heavy breast against my face, and then suckled her nipple when it slid between my lips; as I sucked and licked and tongued, she cupped my balls, and then stroked my shaft with her hand, drawing a ragged moan from me. She fit me to her pussy again, allowing just my glans inside her, and then her hands slid up my belly and over my chest.
I opened my mouth to beg her to take me all the way, but I bit down on the plea, wanting instead to see how she would let this play out.
I tasted her mouth and hungrily kissed her until we both broke with a gasp. "Fuck, I love kissing you," I breathed.
She circled her hips, working my throbbing cock in wide spirals. I clenched my teeth and groaned, refusing to beg, refusing to let my body do what I so desperately needed to do: thrust; move; take; claim—Fuck.
She grabbed my shoulders and held on tight, changing her angle, draping her tits against my face again and working the head of my cock between the lips of her pussy.
"Fuck, Delia," I hissed. "You're fucking killing me."
"What was it you just said? Turnabout is fair play?"
"I was an idiot. Have mercy."
"Like you had mercy on me?"
"Was it worth it?"
She touched her cheek to mine, her lips against my ear. “ Fuck yes, it was worth it. My legs are still shaking from how hard I came." She nibbled on my earlobe. "Now it's my turn to tease us."
"I need to be inside you more than I need my next breath, Delia," I admitted.
"Then you'd better hold your breath," she said, “because I'm not ready to fuck you yet."
She slid me out entirely; my cock slapped against my belly, leaving me groaning. My hands tightened on the headboard until my knuckles hurt. Her weight vanished; I flinched with a loud grunt of surprise when her hot wet mouth closed around my cock and her tongue swirled against me.
"We taste good , Hunter," she murmured.
"Ohhhh fuck ." It was all I could manage.
I throbbed, ached, on the verge of having to hold back already; she let me go, and her lips touched my navel, my hipbone, my thigh. Her soft, warm lips kissed the inside of my thigh. And then she suckled my sac into her mouth, tongue gently swirling and sliding; she grasped my erection around the base and squeezed hard, in direct juxtaposition of the delicacy of her mouth on my balls.
“Ohfuckohfuckohfuck," I hissed, feeling the edge well up within me.
She felt it and pulled away, leaving me pulsating and aching with the blissful agony of hovering on the verge of release.
Unsure of what to expect next, I could only grip the headboard and wait.
She trailed her fingernails softly over my balls, teasing, tickling, making me twitch and groan, desperate for her to make contact with my cock—one lick, one stroke, one suck, one thrust, and I'd be done.
She sensed this and spent the next few minutes playing exclusively with my balls, cupping, scratching, kissing, licking, suckling, petting, teasing—all of it enough to keep me riding the knife edge of climax, but not enough to put me over.
When a finger trailed southward, my hips tipped up, ass cheeks clenching together. "Do that, and it's game over," I said.
She ignored my warning, palming my balls with both hands and extending a finger along my taint, pressing, massaging until I grunted with the effort of holding back.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," I hissed. "You'd better stop unless you want me to come right the fuck now."
She giggled, sliding her palms upward on either side of my erection, licking up the underside of my cock…and rolling her mouth over my tip, taking me in, and down, and down, and down, swallowing around me until her nose nuzzled my belly and I felt my orgasm boiling in my balls, surging beyond my ability to restrain.
At the very last second, her mouth was gone and I was panting raggedly, desperately tensing my entire body to keep the orgasm back.
I felt her swing astride me, felt her pussy slide against my belly, her tits draping onto my chest. "Good boy," she breathed in my ear. "Hold it for me. Don't come yet, Hawk."
"Trying like fuck, baby. You make it difficult."
She nipped my earlobe. "Love hearing you call me baby."
"I'm not usually one for endearments. But you…for some reason, I can't seem to stop myself with you. Not sure why."
She laughed. Circled her arms under my neck to cradle my head, grinding her slit against my abs, lower and lower until my throbbing, precum-leaking tip nudged her opening. "Not sure why? Hmmm. Could it be…because you have feelings for me?"
I gripped the headboard with every ounce of strength I possessed in an attempt to stop myself from grabbing her hips and thrusting inside.
"Maybe. Seems like the likeliest answer."
She ghosted her lips against mine, a teasing not-quite kiss. "Only likely?"
“You gonna admit your feelings first, baby girl?" I asked.
She moaned. "Mmmmm. Baby girl, now, is it? I'm a sure thing at this point, Hunter. No need to butter me up with sweet talk. I'm gonna fuck you sideways. I'm just having fun claiming you first."
"I hope you understand how hard I'm working to keep my hands to myself and let you have your fun, Delia," I growled. "Because I fucking need to be inside you. I've been dreaming and fantasizing for fucking weeks about how it'll feel to have that sweet, hot, wet, tight little pussy wrapped around my cock. And now you're teasing me. Just a fair warning—I'm about thirty seconds from the end of my self-control. Can't promise I'll behave after that."
She rubbed her slit against me, the slick wet lips gliding over my cock. "Since when do you ever behave yourself, Mr. Hawkins?"
"Trying to, for you."
"I know you are. Trying to be a good boy for me, aren't you?"
I laughed, and the laugh turned into a groan as she pressed the very tip of me inside her. "Not sure how into the good boy kink I am, Delia. Taking all I've got to not put you on your hands and knees and fuck you till your pussy hurts. Calling me a good boy is liable to break the last thread of my control."
She pressed her lips to my ear and kept rubbing herself against me, shifting herself against me until the head of my cock nuzzled against her clit, and she writhed and ground against me. "That sounds like a good time to me, Hunter. I may just let you do exactly that."
"Keep teasing me and there won't be any 'letting' about it," I growled, my voice tense and rough.
"Promise?" She breathed, the undulation of her hips becoming frantic and frenetic, driving her clit against the ramrod of my cock.
"Gonna come for me like a good girl?" I snarled. "Come all over my cock, sweet Delia."
She bit my lower lip, gasping shrilly as her writhing pussy slid wet against me. "Oh fuck, Hunter. I'm gonna. You want it?"
"Fuck yes I want it," I snapped. "Come for me right the fuck now."
“Can you keep waiting?" she panted.
"Not long."
Her mouth went wide, quivering against mine, her breath coming in swift sharp gasps as she ground herself to climax. Her hips spasmed, and she shrieked, pressing her face against my throat as her orgasm seized her and set her to stuttering, staccato thrusts.
I groaned with her, every muscle in my body straining to the utmost as I tried to hold back my own climax. "Delia, fuck, I…I can't wait much longer, baby girl."
She whimpered as her climax reached a crescendo. "Tell me you're clean, Hunter."
"Promise I am. Always wrap it, and got tested a few months ago."
"I have an IUD," she whispered. "And I'm clean, too." She put her lips to my ear. "I believe you; I trust you."
"Delia, I…I've never been bare with anyone before."
"Never?"
"Never."
"Me either." She bit my ear lobe, panting, whimpering. "I need you, Hunter. Tell me you trust me. Tell me it's okay."
"I trust you, Delia. I need you. I need to be inside you."
She nuzzled her face into the side of my throat, one arm hooked around my neck, and with the other hand she reached between our bodies and grasped me, lifted me away from my body. I felt her tilt her hips, and the hot wet silk of her pussy wrapped around my aching cock.
"Ready, baby?" She breathed.
"Please, Delia. Don't make me beg anymore. Fucking please. I'm gonna fucking die in a second."
“You're gonna die without my pussy?"
“Fuck yes."
"We can’t have that, can we?" Once I was notched just between the lips of her sex, she brought that hand up to my face and cupped my cheek.
She paused, hesitating, unmoving, panting.
My cock was so hard it hurt, so close to exploding that I didn't dare move, barely dared breathe.
The moment extended into infinity, seconds lasting for eons as I waited, breath lodged in my throat, my entire body locked, spine arched, desperately fighting to hold back my orgasm.
With a breathless gasp, Delia impaled herself on me, taking my cock to the hilt in a single long, slow slide.
" FUCK !" I shouted, and then the shout became a wordless roar as I clenched my ass and locked down my PC muscles and fought like fuck to keep from coming.
"Hunter!" She screamed, driving her ass down against my thighs to take me deeper. "Oh fuck oh fuck ohfuckohfuckohfuckoh fuck you feel…oh god, Hunter. I'm—I'm gonna—fuck, baby, I'm coming again. Give it to me, baby. Come for me. Come inside me, honey. Right now. Please, Hunter, fuck me. Fuck me as hard as you can, baby."
My hands shot to her hips and gripped the soft spill of flesh. Another wordless shout ripped out of my throat as I fought to hold back just a little longer, wanting to thrust at least once before I came.
She sat upright on me—I ripped the blindfold off and hurled it aside, blinking at the light.
"Fuck, you're beautiful," I snarled, as I drove a hard thrust into her, my eyes fluttering at the hot lush tight clutch of her pussy spasming around me as she came, screaming.
Heat built in the pit of my stomach, my balls throbbed, and my cock pulsed with the desperate need to come. I scraped my hands up her belly and cradled the heavy weight of her huge, perfect tits, and I fought for another breath, gave her another hard, ramming thrust—each time I pounded into her, she screamed louder, came harder.
And then I lost the fight.
I gave in, bellowing wordlessly yet again as an orgasm with the potency of a thousand detonating stars smashed through me. I lost all sense of time, of self, of place—there was only Delia and me. Only her tight wet pussy sliding around me, only her big soft ass slapping against my thighs, only the heavy weight off her tits bouncing as she lifted high on her knees and slammed down against me. Only our bodies united, only her voice and mind singing a hoarse, wild song of release.
When I came, it burst out of me so hard my eyes shuttered involuntarily and darkness swallowed me and dizziness twisted through me. I had no control over my body—none. I fucked her with everything I had, every muscle and tendon and synapse focused on her, on our joined bodies. She screamed and screamed and screamed as I fucked her, and I bellowed and roared and grunted wildly as she fucked me right back just as hard.
I came endlessly, each new wave of release more powerful than the last until I had no breath left to so much as gasp, and still she came all around me, riding me with everything she had, slamming down so hard I felt each thrust in my gut, felt each spasm of her pussy around me, felt her ass slap against my thighs.
Darkness slashed through me, dragged me under, dizziness washing over me.
"Hunter?" I heard her voice from a great distance. "Hunter!"
I battled against the darkness, groaning. "Delia?"
“You passed out, honey." Her voice was…faint. Shaken.
She was still straddling me, collapsed forward onto me, panting raggedly; I was still buried inside her to the hilt, still hard but fading. She was shaking all over.
I let my hands devour her curves, then, caressing her ass, her hips, her waist, her shoulders, her back. "Delia…that was…fuck, baby, I don't know what the fuck just happened."
She shook her head, her nose and mouth nuzzling my throat. "Me either."
I brushed her hair away, wild and tangled and sticking to her sweaty forehead, cheeks, and lips. I swallowed hard, emotions I couldn't name but couldn't fight or deny or hide welling up—as fraught and potent as the orgasm we just shared.
More so.
My eyes burned. "Delia, I…" I blinked hard. "That was…"
Her deep, dark blue eyes shimmered, met mine, searched. "I know." Her throat worked hard. "That wasn't just sex, Hunter."
"No," I rasped. "It most certainly was not."
She squeezed her eyes shut, but tears leaked out anyway. "Hunter…I…" she was breathing hard, now, panting, panicking.
"Hey," I whispered, gathering her hair in one hand, cupping her face in the other. "It's okay. I've got you. It's okay. breathe, baby."
She shook her head again. "I can't. I can't."
I kissed her cheeks and tasted salt. "Hey, whoa, whoa—talk to me, Delia."
She shook her head, pulling away from my touch—she pulled her hips forward and I slid out of her, and we both groaned at the loss. Before I could react, she was off me and scrambling off the bed.
"Delia!" I shouted, following her across my bedroom. "Wait!"
She slammed the bathroom door before I could reach it, and I heard the lock click. "I…I need a second, Hunter."
I slumped against the door, panting, my wobbly legs threatening to give out. "Delia, baby, what—what's wrong?"
"Just…fuck. FUCK !" her voice was tearful, shaking. "I can't—I fucking can't ."
"Can't what?"
I heard the toilet flush and then the faucet turned on. A moment later, I heard her unlock the door, and then she opened it. Her eyes were red-rimmed and tears glistened on her cheeks. "I have to go."
I shook my head, frowning. "Go? Go where? Why? I…Delia, what we just shared was—"
She pushed past me and dressed so fast it was nearly an act of prestidigitation. "I can't. I can't. I…I have to go. I'm sorry, Hunter." She refused to look at me, and when I reached for her arm, she danced away. "Don't. I'm…just…please don't. I'm sorry."
"Delia, I don't understand. What's wrong? What did I do?"
She shook her head, fleeing for the stairs. "You didn't—it's not you. You're—god, you're amazing . That was—I'm just—" she shook her head again, tears streaming freely down her cheeks as she dug her keys out of her purse while trotting down the stairs.
I followed her, stark naked, outside to her truck. "Delia, c'mon. Just slow down and talk to me. I get that it was intense, but let's talk about it."
"I can't, Hunter. Just—just go back to New York." Her eyes were hazy with a flood of tears, and her shoulders shook. "I can't do this with you. I thought I could but I can’t. It's just…it's too much."
"But Delia, I—"
She was gone in a roar of the engine and a squeal of her tires.
"…Love you," I finished, the words trailing after her like a dandelion seed on a long summer wind.
I went back inside, closed the front door, and slumped backward against it, jaw clenched as I fought the burn behind my eyes and the hot lump in my throat.
"Well…fuck," I said, to the walls and the ceiling and to nothing at all. "Now what?"