Chapter 10 #2
I wrap my lips around his crown before he can finish his sentence, and his head falls back as his mouth opens with a low groan. I tease his tip with my tongue, tasting the precum that drips out before wrapping my lips around him fully and taking his cock into the depths of my throat.
“Oh, fuck,” he pants, his hand twisting in my hair, his grip tight as he coaxes my head forward and back along his length.
I never considered myself good at this. It’s not a thing I practice, and I’ve only given two other blowjobs in my life, both to boyfriends who, upon reflection, did not deserve them.
But there’s something about Hunter that makes me want to do dirty things.
He’s like a hall pass. And I’m going to use every bit of him he’s willing to give to me.
I wrap a hand around his cock, sliding my grip along with my mouth as I coat him with my saliva.
My gaze flits up through my lashes just as Hunter drops his chin, and our eyes meet.
There’s a devilish smirk on his lips, and his head tilts like a king pleased with his servant as he guides my mouth down his cock, holding me still when he’s deep inside my mouth.
“I’m not coming in your mouth, Renleigh,” he whispers.
I moan, a little disappointed but also very excited.
“I’m coming in your sweet cunt, if that’s all right with you?” He pulls my hair back, taking my mouth away from his cock. The wet tip paints my lips and chin as I gasp for air and nod.
“Please,” I add, moving to my ass, then laying back on the sleeping bag so I can wriggle my panties down my legs.
Hunter licks his lips as he pushes his pants and boxers all the way down his legs, his heated gaze centered on my swollen pussy. I’m so glad I thought to tidy things up down there yesterday. Nothing special, just a small landing strip that I hope he likes.
He kneels between my feet, then pushes my knees far apart, exposing me to him and leaving me in the most erotic, vulnerable position I’ve ever experienced. I bring my hands over my head, giving myself to him completely as he sucks on his thumb, then presses it to my swollen clit.
“I knew it,” he says, gliding his thumb along my soaking wet skin and teasing me.
“What?” I rasp.
“I knew this would be the prettiest fucking pussy in the world.” He smirks at me then, winking as he lowers his entire body until his mouth is sucking my clit.
My knees come up on reflex, but Hunter is quick to push them back down, his palm flat on my right inner thigh as his tongue flicks my sensitive skin.
His hand inches toward my center while his tongue continues its assault, and when he finally sinks a finger inside of me, my body writhes with pleasure.
It’s as if I’ve had an itch for years that he’s finally scratching.
Like a salve for a troubled nerve, a treat for a worried soul.
Bliss for a broken heart, perhaps. Whatever this is, it’s the most sensual journey I’ve ever taken, and I want nothing more than for it to never . . . ever . . . stop.
“Come for me, Renleigh. Come on my mouth, then you can come on my cock.”
His tongue makes slow, languid strokes against my swollen center while he pushes two fingers inside of me, hooking them slightly when pressure begins to build deep in my core.
It turns out that pitchers are indeed quite good with their hands . . . and tongues. And Hunter Reddick has me coming in his mouth in seconds. My hips buck with this need to rub myself against his face, to gain more friction, to feel him deeper.
I exhale as his mouth leaves my soaking pussy open to the cold air, the exposure sudden and painful, yet so, so sweet.
“Ah, I need. I need,” I beg.
Hunter feels inside the pocket of his jeans, then pulls out a gold packet.
He tears the foil with his teeth, then slides the condom down his length.
I arch my back, opening my legs to him wider as he guides himself to my pussy.
He coats himself with my arousal, sliding his cock up and down my still-pulsating pussy until finally pausing to sink deep inside.
I gasp as my head falls back, louder than I want to be, but fuck it. I don’t care.
“Fuck, you’re tight. So fucking wet, too.”
He sinks in completely and holds still for a moment, letting my body adjust to his girth.
I steady my breath and straighten my spine so I can look him in the eyes.
When his gaze is waiting for me, it takes me by surprise.
He’s smiling faintly, and his eyes wander the expanse of my body in an incredibly adoring way.
He studies my face, sliding his cock out slowly as his hand comes up to cradle the side of my face.
His weight held up on his left arm, he pushes back in and draws a soft line along my jaw with his right hand.
“Come again, Renleigh. Come with me,” he says, his thumb grazing my open lips before he pushes it in my mouth. I bite him gently with my teeth, smirking around him before closing my lips and sucking his thumb as he sinks into me again.
“Yes,” I mumble, my mouth occupied by his thumb he repeatedly runs along my lip then sinks into my mouth, matching each thrust.
“That’s it,” he coaxes, dropping his mouth to my ear as his hips continue to thrust.
My tongue swirls around his thumb as his dick pummels me below, every pump hitting me just right, building something that’s full of promise, until I feel myself begin to lose control.
“Hunter,” I pant, the pad of his thumb pressing on my lower lip.
His rhythm gets faster, and my hands move to his hips, pulling him into me with every drive as I chase my release.
The sensation builds to an unthinkable peak that nearly knocks the wind from me until I’m nothing but pulses and waves.
My body goes numb as his hips pump into me, his mouth panting heavy breaths at the base of my throat.
I take every surge of pleasure, the world suddenly bright and full of color.
“Fuck me, Renleigh. Fuck, fuck, fuck—” Hunter pumps into me a few more times, stilling deep inside of me on the last one, and I make a mental note to have my IUD checked stat. The next time we do this, I want to feel his hot cum inside of me.
The next time.
Yes. I’ve made a choice. And I’m going to make it again. And probably again. Until it feels like a mistake. But for right now, all it feels is good.
So. Fucking. Good.