Chapter 17
Rayne
I know I’ve crossed a line.
I’m so goddamn hard it aches… again.
And my tongue is in Hunter’s mouth, again.
But that isn’t even the worst line I crossed tonight.
Hunter cracked something open inside of me and the ugly truth is that I don’t know if it’s another one of his manipulations.
If he’s using me.
If this is all going to spectacularly blow up in my face, and potentially ruin my best friendship.
But when I heard Hunter tossing and turning in his sleep, and when I heard him trying to call out…
It went straight to my fucking heart.
Like I’d seen a fucking bluebird with a broken wing on the side of the street, and I had to stop to help it.
Being curious about Hunter Knox is something I’ve felt for over a decade, but caring for him, purely and earnestly, wasn’t something I knew I was capable of feeling.
I feel it now.
Like it’s stuck on me.
Even now that I’m kissing him and I have two fingers deep inside him, even now that he got me to admit things I swore I never would admit about him.
The moment my lips were on his, I knew the kiss wasn't like the ones we’ve had before.
There’s nothing about this kiss that’s a retaliation, nothing that’s a challenge. It feels like our bodies fit into one another perfectly, like I’m supposed to be kissing him, even though I know that’s not what I should let myself think.
I push my fingertips inside him until they slide up against his prostate.
When Hunter moans into my mouth, I swear I could come from it.
“Rayne,” he says near my lips as I pull away. Our faces are so close and for the first time, he really does look like an angel to me, with his hair splayed out behind him on his pillow.
His wicked side isn’t gone.
But I don’t think I want it to be gone, anymore.
He’s wrapping me right around his fingers and I don’t want him to stop.
Moth to a fucking flame.
And I just can’t resist.
“Talk to me,” I utter as I brush up against his prostate again and I get to watch his eyelids drop, this time.
“You are going to make me come, baby,” he says, and instead of being snippy about the pet name, I give him another little push on that spot inside him.
“Should I force you downstairs into the reading room?” I tease him. “Make you come down there like you made me do? Or maybe I can make you do it out on the front lawn. Maybe right in the middle of the fucking quad, Knox—”
“Fuck,” he moans as I push hard into him again. “No. But you should take out your cock.”
“You could barely take both fingers. You can’t take my cock.”
He looks up at me with a challenge before reaching over to his drawer and pulling out a little bottle of lube, and then a gold-wrapped condom afterward.
“Yes I can,” he says, placing the bottle and condom onto his chest, ready and waiting for me.
“You had that fucking lube the whole time and you didn’t let me use it?”
“You got two fingers in me anyway,” he says. “I like a little pain, too, Colson.”
I lean over and take his lower lip between my teeth, giving it a pull.
When I move away, I’m overwhelmed by how badly I want him.
“Fuck, Hunter,” I whisper, looking at his eyes again.
“What’s the issue?”
I sigh, pulling my fingers out and reaching for the condom. I shove off my underwear as Hunter grasps at various parts of my body, reaching up to pinch my nipples as I struggle to kick off my boxer briefs, and we become a tangle of limbs and sheets.
Next he’s squeezing my ass cheeks and I finally steady myself again in bed, my cock pointing straight out in front of me, hard as fuck for him.
“Even the veins on your dick are perfect,” he says, his eyes going a little wide as he looks down at it, trailing his fingertips along the shaft.
I hand him the condom. “Put this on me.”
I watch his fingers as he slowly, painstakingly rolls the rubber over my thick shaft, taking his time and pushing it up millimeter by millimeter.
If you would have told me that having somebody else roll a condom over my dick could be one of the biggest turn-ons of my night, I wouldn’t have believed you.
But somehow, Hunter manages to make that hot, too.
I suppose any variation of Hunter Knox’s hands being anywhere near my dick would turn me on.
Because I’m fucking hopeless.
The moment he gets it to the base, I’m already reaching for the lube and dripping it all along my cock.
“Spread. Wider,” I tell him, and the moment he’s moved his legs far apart, I reach down and spread his ass.
And by now, I already know he’s worked open very well.
I don’t have a single goddamn moment of patience left in me, and I know what Hunter can take.
I push the tip of my dick into him and he takes a quick breath in.
And he is so fucking tight around me.
I’m already worried I’m going to come and I let my eyelids flutter shut for a moment because if I look down at him, I really will come.
“Keep going,” he whispers.
I don’t miss a beat. The tip is the thickest part, and once it’s in, I don’t hold back. I push my cock into him faster than I’ve ever done it to anyone else.
And when I open my eyes again, I see that he’s already started touching himself again.
No shot.
“You are made to take my cock,” I whisper as I throb inside him.
Within another minute I get all the way to the hilt inside him. I pull back and thrust and he calls out softly in a string of curses.
“Harder,” he says afterward.
I do it again, fucking him against the mattress as he strokes his cock below me.
He’s perfect.
He’s fucking perfect.
I don’t know how it’s possible that even though I’m the one fucking him, when I look down at his eyes I feel like he’s in control of everything. In control of me.
Don’t believe what he said earlier, I try to tell myself, but when my cock is this deep inside him I can’t listen to my own logic.
All I hear in my mind are his words, on repeat.
I really like you.
A person who doesn’t like anyone.
A person who I’ve desperately wanted to see inside, for almost my entire life.
Let me behind your walls, Hunter.
I want to know you so fucking badly.
I’ve never wanted anything more.
He moans, pulling in a breath as I thrust into him again.
“I need you to give me your cock anytime I ask, Rayne,” he’s saying, his words punctuated by sharp breaths as I push inside him, over and over. “I need you like this. I want it all the time. Do you understand?”
By the time the wave of sensation hits me, I’m right up near the edge, and I swear he can tell.
I knew I was going to come fast but I didn’t want it to be this fast.
I can’t help it when I look at his eyes and hear him demanding my cock like that.
“Fuck, Hunter—”
My words are broken as I groan deeply, pushing into his ass. I’m going to lose control.
“Nope. You’re not allowed to come yet.”
My cock throbs. “Hunter,” I whisper.
“You’ll come when I tell you.”
It takes every shred of willpower inside me to stop.
I shut my eyes.
I see red, then black.
My cock is still inside him, but I’ve stopped thrusting, because I know I’ll come in another stroke.
“Good,” he murmurs.
And I feel him squeeze his ass around me from the inside, and I nearly lose it.
I groan deeply, steadying myself on the bed above him.
I breathe in.
Breathe out.
I want to be good for him.
I have to do what he says.
“So good for me,” he whispers, and I swear just the sound of the praise in his voice is practically enough to make me blow.
I don’t, though.
Because I’m following. His. Fucking. Orders.
“Open your eyes,” he says next, and I have to take a deep breath before I’m able to do that.
I slowly open them, looking down at him.
My cock throbs when I see the blown-out look in his pupils, the slight flush along his perfect cheekbones.
I can’t stop.
I have to fucking come inside you.
I’m halfway thrust into him now, and I slowly move in deep, pushing my cock forward until it’s all the way in.
I steady myself again, coming to a stop.
And he gives me another squeeze.
“Goddamnit,” I utter as tension makes my cock ache more than it ever has before. “You. You are impossible.”
“Tell me you like this.”
I swallow hard.
The truth is easier to say than anything else.
“I love this.”
He bites his lower lip and it’s a little too appealing. I keep my breathing steady, trying not to think about how close I am to coming.
“And you know I won’t let anything bad happen to you?”
I breathe in slowly, then let it out. “I know.”
His eyes are usually like cold water, but right now, they’re two ice-blue flames. I’m lost in him.
“And you know you’re mine?”
When he says it, it sounds like more of a statement than a question.
We both know the answer already, anyway.
“I’m yours,” I tell him. I’ve never meant it more than I do in this moment. “Please, Hunter. I need to come. You got me to beg you. I’m fucking begging.”
I don’t want it to be true, but it is true. I want to belong to him.
I want Hunter to do unspeakable things to me, and I know I’ll love every moment of it and beg for more.
He holds my hips as he bites down on his lower lip, then releases it, giving me a little nod.
“Fuck me. I want to feel you come.”
It feels like I’ve just been taken off leash.
I thrust into him in an instant, following his command and fucking him like he deserves.
And I’m so pent up now that I really do feel like an animal when I finally start to slam into him at a quicker pace, watching his eyelids drop as I give him my cock.
I like this too much.
It’s not just physical, either. When I’m looking at him I feel something that I’ve never had before with any other person. I’m inside him but he’s controlling me, too.
Or we’re controlling each other.
And I wouldn’t want it any other way.
“Going to come,” I say under my breath, finally letting myself lose control.
My cheeks are flaring with heat. I know he’ll be able to see it.
But as I fill the condom inside him I hear his breath quicken, too. A moment later he moans beneath me and shoots white up onto his stomach.
He comes while I’m still deep inside him, and I feel one thing in that moment.
Proud.
I got to make him feel that good.
I got to be here with him, taking him to the brink and watching him get pushed over the edge.
God, I’m fucked in the head for liking Hunter Knox this much, but at this point I know I can’t stop myself.
“Hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen,” I murmur as I slide out of him, discarding the condom.
“Speak for yourself, king.”
He looks so good lying back on his pillow like this that it almost hurts.
Why do you have to be so perfect in these moments?
Why does it have to be like this?
I tear my eyes away and give him a little nod. “I need to go wash off.”
I head out the door quickly and across the hall into the bathroom.
The world is spinning.
The rush of emotions hit me like a hot blast, and now everything feels different.
Once I’m alone in the bathroom, I lean over the countertop and try to catch my breath.
Breathing in, breathing out.
Remembering that look in his eyes.
A look that drew me in so completely.
Claimed me.
I glance across the counter and see the little plastic organizer basket that’s full of Weston’s stuff. It’s a shared bathroom, and all at once I’m confronted with the reminder of what I’m doing.
It’s not just a vengeful drunken kiss at a party, anymore.
I’m fucking my best friend’s brother.
And even worse, I’m keeping it secret.
When I’m with Hunter it feels like we’re in our own little world.
And then the moment I’m back out here, in reality, everything else comes spiraling back down onto me.
My heart pounds. I hop in the shower for a quick rinse.
As if the water on my body will scrub my conscience clean.
As if it could make anything right.
When I head back into our dorm room I close the door behind me, and I purposely don’t lock it this time.
I head over to my bed, not looking over at Hunter.
“You know, you could sleep in my bed,” he offers. “For the warmth.”
“I’ve got my own,” I tell him. “You know how often Weston barges in here in the morning to wake me up.”
“Right.”
Once I’m lying down I want to turn his way and look over at him.
But I know if I do, I’ll just be pulled right in.
For Hunter, this is all just a game. We both know how good it feels when we’re together, but we also know that none of this is real.
He wants to be alone.
None of it can last.
And none of it can ever be public knowledge.
But I fucking felt something when I looked down at you.
Even after I came.
For you, everything’s just physical. A fight. A fuck. Whatever it is.
Yet I felt so, so much.