20. Emma
CHAPTER TWENTY
emma
Breakfast passed by in a blur. The good news was that the bacon, pancakes, fried eggs, water, and coffee cured the two of us enough that we were ready to jump each other. We said our quick goodbyes and were out of there before Haley could dig in too much.
Was I avoiding her?
Yes.
Did that feel really shitty?
Also, yes.
But before I talked to her about anything, I needed Hunter.
He parked behind my car and we both got out. I fished my keys out of my bag, unlocked the door, and greeted Donnie as he ran up to us.
“Hi, rat,” Hunter said, kneeling down to pet him.
“Outside?” I asked. Donnie took off for the back. I let him into the backyard, turning right as Hunter stepped up behind me.
He caged me in against the doorframe.
“Oh,” I rasped.
He slid a finger under my chin, tilting my head back. “Are you sure you want this?” he asked.
“Absolutely sure,” I said. “Are you sure you want this?”
“More than anything else.”
“Then kiss me.”
“I’m gonna do a lot more than kissing.”
I smiled as I knotted my fingers in his shirt, giving him a light push. He raised a brow as he caught my wrist and yanked me forward, lifting me with an ease that had me internally swooning.
“I like it when you do that,” I said.
“Do what?”
“Manhandle me.”
He chuckled as he pulled my legs around his waist, opening the door as my dog trotted back inside. He didn’t let me go as he took us in and pushed me against the first available wall, his lips crashing against mine.
I was starving for him.
He kissed along my jaw and neck, pleasure rocketing through me. He paused at my ear. “Can I tell you a secret, sparks?” he whispered.
“Yes,” I rasped, moving my hips against him.
“I like it when your nails scratch me.”
My breath hitched as he continued to kiss down my neck, gripping my hair and yanking my head back. I groaned and dug my nails into his shoulders, feeling his hips buck against me, his cock straining.
“Just like that,” he grunted. “Fuck, Emma. I’ve wanted you for so long.”
His confession shocked me, but I didn’t have a moment to think about it. Instead, I grabbed hold of his T-shirt and pulled it up. He helped me toss it to the floor and then hiked my dress up.
“Off,” I moaned. “I want clothes off. Now.”
He put me down for just a moment. The click of his belt buckle being undone followed by the shuffle of clothes coming off turned me on. I started to pull my dress up, but he shook his head.
“No. Stay like that. I’ll be the one to undress you.”
His command sent a shiver of delight through me. Outside of the bedroom, I really didn’t like taking orders. In fact, I never did. But here, in front of him, wanting him… I craved his dominance. I needed my submission.
His gaze never left me as he kicked his jeans to the side, just down to his boxers now. I could stare at him for days. The quick glance I’d gotten yesterday morning had really just been that—a mere glimpse. Now Hunter was in front of me, close to me, his eyes on me , our worlds finally crashing together.
For better or worse, this was going to happen.
We were both fucking liars. There was no way we’d go back to normal after this.
He took a step closer, and then another, until he was backing me up against the wall again. His fingers roamed over my body as he leaned down, kissing me gentler this time.
I’d been on the edge for days because of him. My lashes fluttered as he swept my hair back and looped a finger in the strap of my dress.
“Hunter,” I whimpered. “I want more.”
“Mmm, and I want to take my time.”
He tugged it down over my shoulder, leaving a path of kisses that seared my skin. I sucked in a breath, groaning as I leaned my head back.
“Please,” I begged.
“You drive me crazy, you know that?” he murmured, trailing more kisses over my skin. He continued to tug my dress down until the neckline was sitting right above my nipples. “Tell me to stop.”
“No,” I whispered. “I want you. I won’t tell you to stop.”
He closed his eyes for a moment as if he were fighting himself. I felt a flicker of worry that he’d stop now, that he’d turn around and walk out the door and never look back.
“You won’t be able to get rid of me after this.”
I breathed a sigh of relief. “I don’t want to,” I admitted.
“Normally I’d ask you what you liked first. And I’d get on my knees and worship you first and?—”
“Hunter. I want you to fuck my brains out and then we can do all those things,” I growled. “I want to know all your kinks and desires, but first, I want you to fuck me. Please.”
He grabbed my jaw, forcing me to look him in the eyes. “Say please again.”
I narrowed my eyes. “ Please .”
“Mmm. Again.”
“Fuck you,” I growled.
I squealed as he spun me around, grabbing a fistful of my hair as he hiked my dress up, pressing his cock against me. “Again, sparks. Say please again or you’re not getting this cock.”
“Maybe I don’t want it anymore.”
“Liar,” he chuckled. His hand slid between my thighs, two fingers rubbing against my clit through the lace I wore. I gasped, arching back against him. “You’re so fucking wet for me.”
I was. He was driving me insane. I needed him inside of me, I needed to feel his cock— “Please. Please fuck me. Please .”
He peeled my panties down until they fell around my ankles and I kicked them off. Desperation and lust swirled into a potent mix in my blood, thrumming as it hit me. I’d never wanted someone more than I wanted him.
His palms were as rough as I’d imagined. I moved my hips against him and he grunted as he cupped my breasts, pinching one of my nipples.
“Fuck,” I moaned. “Hunter, please. Please. I need you inside me.”
“I know,” he whispered. “I need it as much as you do. And as much as I’d like to just fuck you right now, I’m going to take my time first.”
Dammit. “Now is not the time for you to be thorough,” I growled. I reached back behind me, feeling the waistband of his boxer briefs. I tugged them down until his cock sprang free, slapping against him.
My eyes widened as I realized just how big he was.
God, he was going to skewer me.
He chuckled. “I think now is the exact right time for me to be thorough. Do you have lube?” he asked.
“Upstairs—”
I yelped as he lifted me and threw me over his shoulder. His palm slapped my ass as he carried me up the stairs. I laughed as I held on for dear life, my world spinning as he tossed me onto the bed.
“Second drawer,” I said, pointing at my dresser.
He pulled it open and went still, and then it occurred to me that it wasn’t just lube I kept in that drawer.
Oh god.
He pulled out a ball gag and turned to look at me, his gaze making my knees weak. “We’ll come back around to this.”
I nodded. “Okay.”
He smirked as he went through my drawer, a couple of dark hums following. What was he doing? He pulled out a slender bottle of lube and then looked over his shoulder, his hands still in my drawer. “Condoms?”
“I had a STD and STI test recently and was negative, and I also have an IUD,” I said. “Unless you want to use a condom, then I understand, and you don’t have to do anything that makes you uncomfortable and fuck I’m rambling?—”
He flipped the cap open as he came to the edge of the bed. He raised a brow as he climbed onto the mattress and knelt between my legs. “Am I making you nervous?”
“Maybe,” I whispered.
“I also tested negative recently. And if you’re saying yes to me filling your pretty pussy, then I think I’ll oblige.”
I swallowed hard. “I want you to fuck me.”
“Mhmm. Why are you in such a hurry?”
Because I’ve been thinking about this all week and it’s been far too long since I’ve had someone in bed with me and— I gasped as he shoved my knees further apart, his hungry gaze feasting on my pussy.
“Look at how fucking wet you are,” he murmured. “And how perfect.”
“Please?” I begged. “Please.”
“Do you have plans today?”
“No. Hunter, for god's sake. My plan is to fuck you.”
How was he just carrying on like this as hard as he was? His cock was right there, the veins bulging along the thick shaft. Pre-cum dripped from the tip. My mouth watered as I thought about worshiping his cock with my tongue.
He poured a generous amount of lube over his fingertips and then slowly, methodically, started to rub my clit. My head fell back as my hips lifted, desperate for more of his touch. Pleasure careened through me as he took his time, working the lube over me, until he gently slid a finger inside of me.
“Oh god,” I groaned. His fingers were rough and thick, waves of need rippling through me as he worked one back and forth.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he whispered.
“More,” I moaned. “More. I’m dying here.”
“Patience,” he said. “I promise I’ll give you more than one. This is called foreplay , sparks.”
My god, he was going to be the death of me. “I’m desperate, you bastard,” I growled.
Another dark chuckle. He slid a second finger inside of me and I moaned as I clenched around him. He worked them slowly in and out as his other hand settled over my pussy, his thumb pressing against my clit.
I arched, my fingers digging into the blankets. My nipples hardened as he began to circle slowly, my hips moving involuntarily.
“That’s right. Good girl. Fuck my hand, sparks.”
Oh.
I kept moving my hips for him. The way he looked at my pussy milking his fingers nearly sent me over the edge. No one had ever looked at me like that.
He added a third finger and I shivered, running my hands up my body.
“Play with your nipples for me.”
“Yes, sir,” I whispered.
He groaned, circling my clit faster. I rolled my nipples between my fingertips, all of that pent up need building and building as I fucked his hand.
“Good girl,” he murmured. “Keep going. Keep going for me.”
A ragged cry tore from me as it kept building and building. He circled my clit faster, keeping the momentum as my muscles tensed.
“I’m so close,” I moaned.
“I know. I can feel how close you are. Take what you need. You’re fucking my hand so well.”
My head spun with his sexy words. I screamed as I came on his fingers, bucking against him as my orgasm washed over me. I panted, melting into the blankets.
Hunter withdrew his fingers slowly and then held them to his lips. My lips parted in surprise as his tongue darted out, sucking off the glistening essence. His eyes rolled back on a moan, more pre-cum dripping from his cock.
“You taste like heaven.”
I was in heaven. He licked his lips and leaned down, swiping his tongue across my clit. I whimpered, so sensitive from my orgasm, and yet…
I pushed my fingers into his hair, holding his hot mouth there.
Hunter grunted against me, sucking my clit.
“Oh god,” I groaned.
His hands grabbed hold of my hips and he dragged me towards him and lifted me, holding my pussy up like it was a platter for him to feast off.
His eyes met mine before he buried his face between my thighs, his tongue pushing inside of me. I gasped as he held me in place, his arm looping around my waist as he pulled my thighs over his shoulders, putting me in a position that made me thankful I did yoga semi-regularly.
“I want to taste you too,” I rasped.
“Not yet.”
He reached over and picked something up. I couldn’t see what it was though and couldn’t even think straight. Not with his tongue lapping at me, his arm clamped around me and holding me in place for him to devour.
I heard the vibration before I felt it. A shriek left me as he held the head of one of my vibrators to my clit, immediately sending me straight back to the edge of coming. There was no going anywhere, only submitting to the mindless pleasure. No escaping the cusp of ecstasy.
“Fuck,” I gasped.
The intensity of this orgasm was deeper, longer, stronger. I gasped, tears filling my eyes as I came, still held in place by Hunter. He waited until I was a shaking mess before turning the vibrator off, releasing me.
I rolled to the side, gasping. He kissed up my thigh, up my stomach, until our lips met and I wrapped my arms around his neck, tasting myself on his tongue.
Fuck, he was hot. I couldn’t remember a time when someone had turned me on this much. I reached between us, encircling his cock in my grip. I broke our kiss as I looked down. Even after two orgasms and lube, I wasn’t actually sure he’d fit.
The size difference between us had always been overcome by my ego, but now…
Well, ego couldn’t take a big cock.
“Now, do you see why I wanted to take my time?”
I grinned. “Are you bragging?”
“Maybe,” he chuckled.
“Well, we won’t know until we try, right?”
“Right.”
“We’ll make it fit,” I said. “One way or another.”