24. Hunter
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
hunter
I spread out on my bed and stared at the ceiling.
My dick had taken control of every action and thought lately. Guilt was an elephant sitting on my chest. I wondered if Emma would still want me if she actually knew about all the things I’d done.
Ruining her dates, running off boyfriends, watching her on camera…
All reasons to hate me.
Yet, I couldn’t keep my hands off her. Waking up to her on Sunday morning had been the spark that had set all the rules on fire. I closed my eyes and drew in a long breath, trying to release the pent up stress, but it didn’t quite work. The only thing that was going to help me feel better at the moment was stroking my cock as I whimpered her name into my phone.
Through the entire bar shift, countless guys hit on her. Women too. She was the center of attention and she loved it, reveled in it.
It felt good knowing that she wanted me .
I laid there for a few more moments and pulled my phone out of my pocket. I found the recording app and stared at the screen.
I was really doing this, wasn’t I?
Anything for Emma.
I unbuckled my belt and unzipped my jeans, then kicked them off to the foot of the bed along with my boxers. My cock sprang free, hardening at the thought of her sitting on my hips again.
I knew I was dominant in the bedroom, but there was something so fucking hot about her pinning me down in the parking lot which such ease. She was so much smaller than me, but was stronger than a damn ox. I knew that moment was going to live with me for the rest of my life, just like the memory of her tasing me the first time we met in person.
No one had ever asked me to do something like this. I didn’t like losing bets, but I’d been too damn curious to see what she’d wager. I knew her well enough to know she wouldn’t make a bet unless she was sure she’d win.
Which meant she really wanted to hear me moan her name.
I swallowed hard and circled the base of my cock with my hand, stroking myself. Fuck, I wished she were here with me. I should have asked her to come with me for inspiration.
Not that I needed her here to feel inspired. Just the thought of her was enough to make my cock harden, and I was dreaming of tying her up again and fucking her in front of my mirror. All we did on Sunday lived rent free in my head.
It had been a lot easier when we hated each other. Or at least, when we thought we hated each other. Now, all of those emotions from the last three years were rushing together, pushing us closer and closer.
Every time I was near her, I was fighting an internal battle. I should have kept her far away from me, but I couldn't any longer. I just couldn't.
“Alright,” I mumbled to myself. “I can do this. I'm going to do this.”
I pressed the red recording button. I let out a soft chuckle, slightly nervous, and I thought about Emma.
The way her long hair tumbled down her back. The way she looked with rope hugging her body, cupping her breasts and pussy. How fucking gorgeous she was when she smiled.
The fire in her eyes.
I thought about touching her, holding her in front of the mirror and gliding my hands up and down her body. My cock hardened in my grip, and I moaned.
“ Emma .”
I whimpered, and it didn't take long before I truly fell into the headspace of begging for her. The sounds I made were unlike anything I’d made before.
I was so fucking desperate for her.
Desperate for her approval.
I’d never wanted anyone more in my entire life. Everything I did was because of her. Emma was the center of my universe, and that would never change, even if our lives spun out of control.
“Fuck,” I gasped. “I need you. I’m so fucking needy for you.”
I kept moaning and groaning as I stroked my cock. My hips bucked helplessly and the phone started to slide off my chest. I grunted as I caught it, rolling over to my knees.
I placed it below me and planted a hand on the blankets, pumping my cock relentlessly.
“I can’t wait to fuck you again,” I rasped. “I’ve been dreaming about touching you for years. About having you in my arms. Fuck .”
A long roll of whimpers left me as I kept imagining her beneath me. My phone was a beacon in the dark, recording all of my filth, my begs, groans, whines. Pre-cum slicked my cock, lubricating every feral stroke.
“I want to breed you. I want to touch you.”
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
“Emma.”
“Emma. Emma.”
“Fuck.”
“Emma.”
I was so fucking close, but I needed to slow down. I needed to stop before I came, and we were only five minutes in. I panted as I forced myself to release my cock, sitting back on my heels.
“ Ah-ah-ah …”
I closed my eyes, imagining her before me in all her glory. I licked my lips, thirsty. My hand closed around my cock again and I glided it up and down, shivering all the way to my toes. I couldn’t last much longer. The second ticked by as I continued to whimper and moan, lasting as long as I could until the last minute stretched before me.
Finally. Fucking finally.
“The next time I fuck you, I’m going to make you beg,” I rasped. “You’re going to be crying out my name the same way I’m saying yours now, sparks.”
Her name was a melody rolling off my tongue as I stroked myself faster, huffing as my orgasm washed over me. I grunted as I came, my cum spurting in hot ropes. I groaned as my muscles relaxed, my eyes fluttering as pure bliss filled me.
I tapped the red button and ended the recording.
I rolled to the side, collapsing against the blankets. I’d made a fucking mess, but I’d clean up in a few minutes. Sweat coated my skin, my heart pounding.
I glanced at the clock and decided I was staying up late tonight. I was betting she’d be asleep soon, and I’d wait to send it.
Then my whimpers would be the first thing she woke up to tomorrow morning.