Chapter 38
Juliet
“Keep moving.” Hux pushes me through the doorway of the hotel. He closes the door behind him with his foot, unknotting his tie. “Don’t even bother sitting down. I need you naked, now.”
Hunter isn’t the first man to order me to strip, but he’s the only one who can say it in that dead-calm, dangerous voice. He’s also the only one who makes me want to obey his command instantly, even when it’s a terrible idea.
“We haven’t changed yet.” I arch a brow, moving into the bedroom. “You haven’t eaten either.”
“Oh, I’m about to eat.” A wicked smile settles on his lips.
“You’re awful.”
“You love it, though.”
He stands in the bedroom doorway, tie half-unknotted, jaw tight, shirt already untucked from his slacks. There’s a wall of exhaustion in his posture, but his eyes burn with that wolfish, impossible heat.
“Off,” he says, chin tilting at the midnight-blue dress I wore tonight. “Now.”
I hesitate just to see if I can provoke him.
I drag the zipper down my side slowly, letting the fabric peel away from my skin in increments.
His gaze doesn’t waver, not even when my bra slides off.
I stand there, half-naked, thighs flushed with nerves.
He watches as I wiggle out of my panties, a little lacey thing that I wore specifically because I knew that he likes them so much.
Hunter steps forward, closing the distance in two strides. He smells of expensive whiskey and aftershave. Something wild and unruly and uniquely him. He doesn’t touch me right away. Instead, he gestures at the bed.
“Sit.”
I do, perched at the edge with my knees tight together, trying to decide if I’m more exposed like this or standing up. He bends, retrieves a slim rectangular box from his duffel bag, and sets it in my lap.
“What is this?” I ask, voice small.
“Open it,” he says. “You’ll need it tonight.”
I tear the tissue-wrapped paper, hands shaking a little, and reveal a pink clitoral vibe with a ridiculous white bow on top. The shape is familiar. It’s a soft, silicone teardrop, clearly high-end, nothing like the cheap vibrating bullets from college.
“I—” My tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth. “You bought this for me?”
“I was hard as fuck the entire time I was on the site. Just imagining you clenching while you use one of these…”
He sits on the bed beside me, still in his suit pants and dress shirt, and plucks the vibe from the box. He turns it on and drops a kiss on my shoulder. There’s a gentle whirring hum, just enough to make my thighs tense.
“Have you ever used one, Juliet?”
I nod. “Yes.”
“Good. You want to please me, don’t you?” He grabs my face and stares at me. “I can tell. You want to be a good girl. Do this for me, Firecracker.”
He used my nickname, and the sound rolling off his lips is fucking intoxicating. I nod again, my mouth dry.
I want to be whatever he wants. Whatever he needs.
“Lie down,” he says. His voice is still even, though my heart is bucking wildly in my chest.
I obey, scooting back onto the mattress, feeling my heart beat in my throat. I expect him to pounce, to put his hands all over me, but he doesn’t. He just sits there watching, the vibe in his palm.
“Hands above your head,” he says. When I hesitate, he adds, “If you can’t follow simple directions, Monroe, I’ll tie you up.”
I comply, fingers clutching the headboard, every muscle taut with anticipation. Hux leans down and kisses me softly. My nipples pebble in anticipation. The kiss sends a wave of heat curling down my spine, where it pools and settles between my thighs. I clench them.
He hands me the vibe and says softly, “You know how to use it. But you need to keep your hands where I can see them.”
I nod, desperate to please, desperate for him to approve of me.
“Good girl,” he says. The words make me blush so hard I can feel it all the way down my chest. “Open your legs wide for me, Monroe. I want to see you touching yourself.”
I swallow and put the vibrator between my legs, but he stops me.
“Play with your nipples first. Use the vibe, sweetheart.”
What a terrible, wonderful idea. My lips part. I hate the idea of anyone seeing me enjoy the toy. But part of me knows that this is for Huxley. It’s got to be, right?
My tongue darts out to wet my lips. He watches as I touch the vibe to my nipple. “Aah!”
The sensation is sharp, almost painful, and it makes me jerk away instinctively. But Hux doesn’t allow it. He looks at me patiently.
“Keep going.”
I circle my left nipple, then my right, each pass sending a jolt straight to my core. My legs tremble, but I keep them pressed together, unwilling to reveal just how wet I already am.
Hunter lets me torture myself for a full minute before he leans forward, grabs my knees, and spreads them open. Wide enough that I feel totally on display. He doesn’t even try to hide the way his cock strains against his boxer briefs.
He leans back, testing the weight of his cock with one palm. His piercing winks at me. “Touch your clit, Monroe. But you don’t get to come until I say. If you go too far, you’ll be punished.”
Punished? I imagine Hunter pulling me over his lap and spanking me until I cry out. Okay, now that’s an idea I don’t hate. But this is supposed to be for him, so I focus on my mission.
I slide the vibe down my torso, across my stomach, teasing the insides of my thighs. Every nerve ending is on fire. I graze it over my clit, just barely, and the sensation is so intense I almost drop the thing.
“Jesus,” I gasp, hips bucking up.
“That’s it,” Hunter says, watching my every move. “Put it right on your clit, Juliet. Let me see you lose control.”
I want to impress him. My sole intention is to give him the best show he’s ever seen.
I close my eyes, turn the vibe up one notch, and work it in slow, deliberate circles.
I feel myself getting closer, my breath growing ragged.
My body remembers every single time he’s made me come with nothing but his hands, his mouth, his words. I want that now more than anything.
But I remember the rules. I pull the vibe away just before I tumble over the cliff, letting myself cool down a fraction. I shudder, needing release, but refusing to break.
Hunter smiles, slow and dangerous. “You really are a good girl, aren’t you?”
His words send another shiver of pleasure skittering down my spine.
“Uh huh.”
He stands, looming over the bed, and shucks off his dress shirt, revealing all the muscle and old bruises and sharp, familiar ink. He strips off his pants and briefs in a single motion, his cock already hard, already leaking.
He takes the vibe from my hand, inspects it, then licks the tip, like he’s tasting my arousal. So damn dirty. His eyes lock on mine as he does it. “You taste even better than I remember,” he murmurs.
Hunter’s always so dirty. “My God, your mouth is filthy.”
The words slip out on a gasp. He grins like I just gave him a medal. “And you love every word.”
“Hux,” I whimper. “Please.”
“Please, what?”
I don’t even know. “Please… anything. Please, Hux.”
He sets the vibe aside and grabs my hips, flipping me over so I’m on my stomach. My ass is in the air, vulnerable. He slides his hands along the backs of my thighs, up to my ass, squeezing hard enough to leave marks.
“Beautiful,” he says, voice reverent. “So fucking beautiful. I can see your pussy glistening.”
Oh god. I tense up.
He drags two fingers down my pussy, spreading me open, and groans at the sight. “Dripping, already. Such a mess.”
He tsks, probing. Yes. Yes. I push back into his hand but he merely tsks again. Then I feel a raw slap across my pussy as he murmurs. “Be still, Firecracker.”
“God, you’re obscene,” I groan into the pillow.
He chuckles darkly. “You like me this way.”
My eyes bug out of my head. “Hux!”
“Shh. Good girls stay quiet until they’re told to speak.”
Hunter slides his fingers into my pussy, shallow at first, then deeper, but never enough to satisfy. He moves in and out, gentle and then rough, never quite giving me what I want. I try not to lean into his touch, but I can’t help it.
“I really want to come,” I murmur, gripping the sheets.
“You will.” He pulls out and circles my ass with his thumb. “Relax, baby.”
I force myself to breathe, to unclench.
He works his finger into my ass, slow and patient, until I’m gasping. “That’s it. Take it. You’re so fucking tight, Juliet.”
He works both holes, alternating pressure, keeping me just on the edge of pain and pleasure. My clit is throbbing, desperate for contact, but he never touches it.
I reach back, desperate to finish myself, but he grabs my wrist, pinning it to the small of my back. “Stop.”
I whimper. “I can’t. Please, Hunter, please.”
He ignores me. Releasing my wrist, he flips me onto my back, and lies down with his cock in hand. He starts by playing with his piercing, lightly tugging it and gasping. “Mmm.”
“Can I–”
“Watch,” he says. “Eyes on my cock, baby.”
He strokes himself, slow and deliberate.
I can’t look away. His cock is thick and perfect, flushed and hard. I want to wrap my lips around it, but he keeps me at arm’s length.
“You want it?” he asks, voice low.
“Yes,” I breathe. “God, yes.”
“Not yet.”
He jerks himself off, keeping his eyes on me the whole time. I lick my lips. I feel like I’m going to explode just from the intensity of his stare.
He lets me get close again, lets my hand drift between my legs, but stops me just before I can come.
“Not yet,” he repeats, voice rough. “I’ll tell you when you can come.”
He pulls me down, spoons my body with his, and holds me tight, his thick cock pressed against my ass, his mouth buried in my hair. I can feel his dick twitching where it’s pressed against my skin. My lips feel dry.
I’m shaking with need, sweat cooling on my skin, every inch of me unsatisfied.
He kisses my neck, bites down just enough to leave a mark, and murmurs, “Be patient, Monroe.”