Chapter 5
CHAPTER 5
E sme
Maybe Bella was right after all.
We were hot together, more than hot. Sizzling. My skin was on fire, every nerve ending tingling. However, telling anyone I’d slept with the boss wasn’t going to happen. Not in this lifetime anyway.
As soon as Hunter moved off the bed, I rolled onto one elbow so I could watch him finish undressing. I was even licking my lips in appreciation. That caused a smirk, then a scowl to cross his face.
I also wasn’t used to finding joy in watching a man preparing to fuck me. The times before had been fumbling around in the dark. Seeing him in the light was delicious, and I planned on enjoying every moment.
He decided teasing me was a good idea, taking his time to unfasten and unzip. All the while he was staring as if he could see right through me. He’d dragged me from my comfort zone, figuring out all my foibles. That entitled me to enjoy the moment.
Since it would never happen again.
I’d already made that decision, but the glorious event wasn’t over yet.
His entire body was illuminated by the lamp, and I suddenly noticed scars on his chest, one just below his shoulder. Bullet wounds? Bella had told me about Hunter serving in the military, but I hadn’t been told he’d been shot multiple times.
A sharp pain rolled through me. I couldn’t imagine what he’d been through or seen. Maybe that was why he was a grumpy kind of guy. Not that I would let him off with a pass. He was home. He was safe.
Unable to resist, I moved onto my knees, shifting close to the end of the bed. He lifted a single eyebrow but said nothing. When I grabbed his trousers, dragging him closer, he threw out his hands.
“See something you want?” he asked.
“Hmm… I’ll let you know.” As I peeled the material past his hips, I was forced to suck in my breath. The ‘holy moly’ had been expanded to ‘oh, fuck.’ He was huge, his boxers doing nothing to hide the goodness God had provided. I held my breath once again as I yanked them down. His cock sprang free, and instantly my mouth watered.
Given his size, it was entirely possible he’d split me in two. But what fun it would be to have him attempt it. I was such a bad girl, leaning forward and planting one hand on the bed while I wrapped the other around his shaft. After one squeeze, I was rewarded with a growl. With another, he fisted my hair, using his hold like a leash.
“Don’t tease me, butterfly. I’m not a patient or caring man. I’ll just take what I want.”
“I already knew that about you. Hold your horses.” I blew across his cockhead and twisted my hand around the base. After pumping a few times, I was given a second and more delicious reward, beads of pre-cum leaking from the slit.
The rugged man managed to drive away all my inhibitions. I wrapped my lips around the tip, using my jaw muscles to suck. Now I was the one making noises, moaning as I swirled my tongue back and forth. I had a feeling I could do this for hours, but was certain he wouldn’t allow it.
He tugged on my hair as I continued stroking his shaft, rolling up and down nice and slowly. But when I continued twisting my hand to create friction, he sucked in his breath and threw his head back.
“Well, fuck. That brassy mouth of yours is as hot as I knew it would be.”
Brassy, huh? I took him down by a couple of inches before pulling his cock free. He groaned until I licked down the underside. His scent was more potent than before, the fragrance of his desire overwhelming. How was it possible he could taste so damn good?
As I pulled a single testicle into my mouth, he jutted his hips forward. I was gentle, but could tell the pressure was getting to him after only a few seconds. I shifted to his other testicle, rolling my tongue back and forth several times before sucking in earnest.
“Fuck. You’re so bad,” he managed, but I sensed he was struggling.
He didn’t know how bad I could be.
But I wasn’t going to tell him.
I raked one nail up the length of his shaft before following my trail with my tongue. When I reached the tip, I engulfed more of his cock than before. I rose onto my knees so I could have full control, moving up and down on his shaft.
Hunter decided to take over only a few seconds later, pushing my head down so I was forced to take every single inch. I’d never managed to deep throat a man before, refusing to be turned on by the act. But with him, I could be turned on by anything we did beneath the sheets.
Or on top of them.
Or on the kitchen table.
Or in the truck.
“Jesus,” he barely managed, rocking his body as he face fucked me.
The tip constantly hit the back of my throat. When I made small yet prominent choking sounds, he didn’t stop, only slowed down as he studied my face.
His was pinched.
His chest heaving.
His muscles straining.
Maybe I shouldn’t think this way about my boss, but he was one hot man, his physique having the kind of sizzle that would rival any movie star. I was unable to blink, still swirling my tongue even though I had difficulty swallowing.
And breathing.
And focusing.
I squeezed my jaw muscles and he roared like some wild lion before pulling all the way out. He was so tense he stumbled backwards, taking a few seconds to wipe his jaw as he steadied himself. His grin was just as devilish as before and he wagged his index finger at me.
“Naughty girl.”
Once again, he advanced. With one knee on the bed, he lifted me several inches off it as if I weighed nothing, spinning me around and plopping me down on all fours. As he crowded behind me, I threw my head over my shoulder. Around him it was difficult to catch my breath or make any witty comments.
I was far too enraptured by his power over me. How he managed to do that I didn’t know and wasn’t going to analyze it.
“I’m going to fuck you good, butterfly.” Hunter raked the rough pads of his fingers down my spine then cracked his hand on one side of my bottom and the other. “You deserve a nice long spanking for that caustic mouth of yours.”
“No, I don’t. Just giving you what you deserve.”
He cracked his hand against my backside four times in a row. Where did he get such strength? I was pitched forward, clawing at the bed to keep my body upright. And the cracks of his palm hurt like hell.
“Ouch!”
“You know,” he said as he rubbed his chin with his thumb and forefinger, “I might change the disciplinary guidelines at work. When an employee is caught in an egregious infraction, a spanking will be the punishment. A second time and it will be done completely naked in front of every single employee. How does that sound?”
Not knowing anything but his grouchy self, I couldn’t tell for certain whether he was being serious or kidding. Maybe he was trying to prove a point, but he walloped my behind six more times.
“Ouch. Ouch. Ouch!” I tried to scramble away from him, but he wrapped those long fingers of his around my long hair, yanking me back into position. I’ll be damned if it didn’t turn me on even more than I was before.
The spanking continued, his hand peppering my bottom until the heat was explosive. And just as shocking as the fact that he was disciplining me was how wet I’d become.
“Maybe I should use my belt,” he stated calmly after issuing four more.
“Don’t you dare!”
He took a deep breath, slipping his hand between my legs. “You’ll learn you shouldn’t try to tell me what to do or place a dare. I always win.”
His fingers tickled my wet pussy and I was thrown into a blinding fog, taking several short breaths. Very slowly, he rolled a single finger around my clit, pinching the tender tissue seconds later.
The pleasure didn’t last, the grouchy hunk smacking my bottom several additional times.
“Have you learned your lesson, butterfly?”
Something about his extreme dominating side awakened the bad girl inside of me. “Never.”
“Trust me. I’ll keep that in mind.”
I licked my lips as he rubbed his groin against me. The ache and heat from the spanking remained, the friction caused by his big, fat cock stimulating. I was excited all over, the rush of energy and adrenaline almost as powerful as the man. He still had the twinkle in his eye as if he knew something I didn’t know.
But I could tell by his throbbing shaft he was running out of the patience to taunt me. His breathing more labored than before, he pressed the tip up and down my slickened pussy. I pushed back involuntarily, longing to have him drive his thick cock inside.
I was granted my wish, his brutal thrust catching me off guard. Stars were immediately in the periphery of my vision, bright and beautiful sparkles that defied logic in any way. My mouth was open, moans floating into the air. I’d never made noise during sex before. Not once.
So many firsts with a man I couldn’t stand.
As soon as he pulled all the way out, I whined and tried to catch his eye once again. He was in full control, enjoying his moment as he brought his hand down on my bottom again. If he thought the spanking could be used as some kind of aphrodisiac, he was… right. I hated to admit it, but my breasts ached from the crazed longing, my pussy already clenching and releasing, even without his cock buried inside.
He plunged into me again, stretching his muscles and puffing out his chest. Was this the proof of his he-man status? I adored watching his face as he fucked me, the various emotions and expressions easily readable.
He did think he was all that and a supersized bag of chips.
I’d ordinarily loathe and push away from anyone with that attitude, but on him the arrogance was almost adorable. Almost. He did make grouchy seem hot.
After he thrust his cock in the next time, I squeezed my muscles. He finally let go of my hair, collapsing over my body. I don’t know why I was shocked when he entangled our fingers, but I was. Yet the way he rocked our bodies together as he fucked me was akin to a talented dancer or acrobat.
What he was doing to my body couldn’t be measured or discussed. I was floating on cloud nine, moving higher and higher into the stratosphere. His actions became rougher, savage enough the headboard slammed against the wall in time to our intimate act.
I allowed myself to become lost in the sound, lolling my head and trying to meet every hard plunge by rocking against him. Hunter continued the perfect rhythm, pumping in and out as we both made animalistic sounds.
“Uh. Uh. Uh. Uh. God. Uh. Uh. Yes. Uh.” I wasn’t making any sense because there was no chance of doing so. This was primal, two lovers in heat. God, I loved it. Every second. Every thrust. Every rapid beat of my heart.
“Fuck, little butterfly,” he whispered in my ear before nipping my earlobe. “I could do this all day.” He set out to prove his claim, rocking so hard for so long that I was completely drunk on passion and exhaustion.
But he kept going.
Seconds.
Minutes.
I was drowning in ecstasy, fighting the climax that wanted to take over. Soon, there was nothing I could do. He sensed it. I knew it. Hell, if there was anyone living close by, they’d know it from the increased volume in our growls, moans, and grunts.
“Yes. Yes. Oh. God. Yes.” As soon as I rolled into the moment of bliss, he yanked my hair back, rising once again onto his knees. He clamped his other hand on my hip, pinching my skin to the point of pain.
But I didn’t care.
The single orgasm stole my voice, kicked up my pulse, and kept me in the clouds. Yet as I came down ever so slowly, he picked up the pace, the brutal slapping sounds almost overpowering our carnal noises.
I had no idea how long he continued fucking me, but I sensed the moment he was ready to erupt and squeezed my muscles once more.
There was nothing more enjoyable than hearing the man’s loud exclamation when he finally came.
“Fuck. Yes!”