Stevie
thirty-four
HUNTER HOLDS ME until I stop crying.
I thought he would yell at me and make me leave for keeping things from him, but he’s being so sweet. My heart can’t handle it. And he rescued me again last night. He must be so sick of constantly being the knight to my pathetic damsel-in-distress routine. I’m definitely sick of myself.
I lift my head to look into Hunter’s face. His eyes are stormy. But he looks more worried than angry.
“I promise no more secrets,” I tell him.
He pushes the damp hair off my face. “You’re gonna give me a heart attack one day.”
“I’m an idiot.”
The corner of his mouth ticks up. “Yeah, but you’re my idiot.”
A laugh erupts out of me. I lift up on my toes and kiss Hunter on the lips. He deepens the kiss as my arms go around his neck. After a minute or two, I pull away slowly.
“Does this mean we’ve officially made up?”
He smirks. “Not until we have makeup sex.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah. Oh.” He kisses the tip of my nose. “We haven’t fucked in weeks. I’ve barely slept. I got suspended from two games. I’ve been stressed as fuck. It’s like you’re trying to kill me.”
“You could’ve slept with…other girls.”
That statement earns me a glare. “I don’t want to sleep with other girls.”
“Really?”
“Really.”
“That’s good.” I reach up and push back some of his hair, letting my fingers linger in the soft locks. “I don’t want to sleep with any guy but you.”
His eyes soften. “Yeah?”
“You’re the only one for me.” I can’t look at him when I say that, so I focus on my fingers playing in his hair.
I think I’m in…love? I don’t know what it’s supposed to feel like.
All I know is that I always want to be with Hunter.
I want to climb inside his heart, his soul and be a part of him forever.
He evokes feelings in me I’ve never felt before, and with an intensity I didn’t think was possible.
His hands grip my hips and he lifts me up and onto the counter.
I let my hands fall to his shoulders. His gaze on me is intense, but he doesn’t say anything.
He steps between my legs and kisses me. I surrender fully to the kiss, sucking on his tongue, gripping his shoulders tight, wrapping my legs around him and pulling him to me.
Maybe I can climb inside him if I really try.
“I missed you,” I say between kisses, unable to control myself. The words just want to burst out of me.
“I know.”
“How do you know?” My fingers go back to playing with his hair, tugging on the strands as our kisses get wilder and wilder.
“You told me last night when you were drunk off your ass.”
I try to pull away, but he holds the back of my head tight and sucks on my tongue.
I moan. Suddenly, it’s too hot to breathe.
I struggle to take off the sweatshirt I’m wearing.
Hunter reaches for the hem and pulls it off over my head.
I’m not wearing a bra. He palms my breasts and it’s heavenly.
My sweatpants get pulled off next. The granite is cold under my bare butt.
Hunter grins. “Mmm, I like you without underwear, princess.”
I push at his shoulders. “Get naked.”
He strips out of his t-shirt and drops it on the floor. My eyes rove over his perfect body. “You’re yummy,” I tell him.
He grunts, staring at my body while I stare at his. His fingers play with my nipples while I massage his shoulders, and it seems like we’re both content simply touching and gazing at each other.
“It’s been too damn long,” Hunter says. He licks his lips and leans down, taking my nipple into his warm mouth. I shudder with pleasure.
“Baby,” I gasp, my head thrown back. He’s right, it has been too damn long.
I moan and writhe as he teases the tip of my nipple. Wetness pools at my core. He licks and tugs and sucks until I think I might come just from what he’s doing to my nipple. “I want your cock,” I gasp out. “Please.”
Hunter lifts his head. His eyes are dark and full of lust. It makes me feel powerful.
“What do you want?” he asks, rubbing his nose against my cheekbone. He nips my earlobe.
“Your cock.”
“Ask nicely.”
“I already said please.”
“Hmm.”
“Please? I’ve been a good girl. I deserve it.”
He raises an eyebrow. “You haven’t been a good girl at all, actually.”
I put my hands on either side of his face and look at him. “But I still deserve your cock, right?”
“I want you to stay with me for part of winter break,” he says, catching me off guard.
“What?”
“Move in with me, for like a week. When are you going home?”
“Christmas Eve morning, I was gonna drive over.”
His fingers skip along my spine. “Okay, good. So, you’ll have time to stay with me before then.”
“But…why?”
“Because.”
His eyes are full of something I can’t describe. He looks almost…sad? Or plaintive? But also like he’s guarding himself, because if I say no it’ll really hurt him.
“Okay,” I say. “I’ll stay with you.”
His arms tighten around me and he pulls me in for a hot kiss. Before long, I’m whimpering and writhing in his arms again, my hands roaming all over his body. But every time I reach for his crotch, he pushes my hands away.
“Come on,” I whine.
He laughs. “I love it when you’re horny.”
“You’re mean for teasing me.”
“Don’t pout. It’s what you get for the shit you’ve put me through lately.”
I lean back and look at him. There’s definitely hurt in his eyes mingling with the bravado. I realize that even when he’s being mean to me, he’s never actually hurt me. It’s just a way for him to protect himself.
I place my palm against his jaw, and he leans into me slightly. He probably doesn’t even notice it.
“You’re right, and I’m sorry.”
“Yeah?” He undoes the button on his jeans.
“Show me how sorry you are.” He unzips and lowers his jeans and boxer briefs.
My stomach tightens when his glorious cock comes into view.
Before I can touch him, he lifts me off the counter and carries me out of the kitchen.
He presses my back into the wall and lines his cock up to my center, thrusting into me.
I arch my back and grip his shoulders tight, crying out as he slowly tunnels inside my wet pussy. My eyes flutter closed at the exquisite pleasure of it. This has to be the greatest feeling in the world.
He fucks me hard and fast, and it’s exactly how I want it.
I grab his pecs with both hands, my eyes cast down, looking at where we’re joined, watching his cock thrust in and out of me. It makes me delirious with lust.
“You like that?” he asks, watching me watch us.
“Yes.”
“You’re a slut for me, aren’t you?”
I moan as he lifts one of my legs over his shoulder. “Yes. I’m your slut.”
“Fuck, baby. You make me insane.”
I can’t think. I can only feel as his rhythm picks up and he reaches between us to flick my clit with his thumb. I moan so loud I’m pretty sure it can be heard all over the city. His deft fingers know exactly what they’re doing.
“Are you close?” he asks, and I nod vigorously. “Me too,” he says, increasing his pace. “Fuck.”
I watch as his eyes close and he throws his head back. The column of his throat is so sexy, his body is so strong and beautiful, and the way he’s touching me is so erotic. It’s enough to make my pussy clench and convulse all around him a minute later.
He growls and kisses me as I moan into his mouth, riding out my incredible orgasm. Then he stills inside me, and I revel in the fact that his cum is pouring into me. “Oh my god.”
He grunts and kisses me again, his chest pressing against mine. I wrap my arms around him and hold him tight, never wanting to let go.