Chapter Thirty
Emily
It’s too hard to wait until we get to his place. No sooner are we in Hunter’s truck and he’s made a call to his babysitter — some woman named Yolanda that he assures me will never replace me, unless I want her to — than I nibble his ear as we pull out of the gym’s parking lot.
Hunter groans, his grip tightening on the steering wheel. "Emily," he warns, but I can hear the desire in his voice.
I trail my fingers down his arm, feeling the taut muscles beneath his skin.
"Yes?" I whisper.
He glances at me, his eyes dark with want. "You're making it very difficult to drive."
I grin, leaning in closer. "The sooner we get back to your place, the sooner you can do something about how much I’m teasing you. Until then, I’m going to enjoy myself."
“And here I thought you were innocent,” he says.
I trail my fingertips down his chest, his abs, to settle over his crotch. He’s hard already, and I give him a squeeze through his jeans while I nibble his ear. “Did you not just pick me up from jail?”
Hunter sucks in a sharp breath, his hips jerking involuntarily at my touch. "Fair point," he says, his voice strained. "But if you keep that up, we might not make it back to my place at all."
I laugh softly, but I don't stop. Instead, I unzip his jeans, slipping my hand inside to stroke him directly. Hunter curses under his breath, the truck swerving slightly before he regains control.
"Emily," he growls, "you're playing with fire."
"Maybe I want to get burned," I whisper, nipping at his earlobe.
I squeeze his cock again, giving it a tight, slow tug that makes him moan deep in his chest.
“Emily, I’m warning you…”
“I’m dangerous now, remember?” I flicker my tongue against his ear while I run my thumb in a circle around the head of his hard cock.
Suddenly, Hunter jerks the wheel, pulling the truck off the road and into an empty parking lot. Before I can react, he puts the vehicle in park and turns to me, his eyes blazing with desire.
"You asked for it," he says, his voice rough.
In one swift motion, he undoes his seatbelt and pulls me onto his lap. His mouth crashes into mine, hot and demanding. I moan into the kiss, grinding against him as his hands roam my body.
"This is crazy," I gasp when I find a moment away from his lips.
“Actions have consequences, Emily. These are yours.” He grabs at my shirt and I raise my arms so he can slip it off.
“You going to teach me a lesson, huh?” I say. “I’ll have you know you had better be careful. My boyfriend taught me how to throw a wicked punch.”
I don’t even hesitate to use that word, and he doesn’t even blink. Instead, he grins, then kisses me between my breasts.
“He’s a lucky man,” he says.
"Lucky indeed," I breathe, arching into his touch.
Hunter's hands slide up my sides, his thumbs brushing the undersides of my breasts. I shiver, my skin tingling everywhere he touches. His mouth follows the path of his hands, leaving a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses along my collarbone, down to the swell of my breasts.
"Hunter," I moan, threading my fingers through his hair.
He looks up at me, his eyes brimming with lust. "Yes, Emily?"
"We're in a parking lot," I remind him, though I make no move to stop.
He chuckles, the sound vibrating against my skin. "Worried about getting caught?"
I bite my lip, considering. The thrill of potentially being seen sends a jolt of excitement through me. "Maybe a little," I admit. "But not enough to stop."
Hunter grins. "That's my law-breaker."
His hands move to the waistband of my pants, and I lift my hips to help him slide them off. The cool air hits my bare skin, making me shiver. Hunter's hands are warm as they run up my thighs, leaving goosebumps in their wake. He hooks his fingers into the sides of my underwear, and I moan. “Yes, please.”
He slowly slides them down my legs.
I'm now completely naked in his lap, exposed in the cab of his truck. The thrill of it makes my heart race. Hunter's eyes roam over my body, drinking me in.
"You're beautiful," he murmurs, his hands caressing my sides. “Fuck, every time I look at you, it hits me all over again.”
I blush, suddenly feeling shy despite my boldness earlier. "Thank you," I whisper.
Hunter leans in, capturing my lips in a tender kiss that quickly grows heated. His hands cup my breasts, thumbs brushing over my nipples. I gasp into his mouth, arching into his touch.
"Hunter," I moan, grinding against him. I can feel how hard he is through his jeans.
"Tell me what you want, Emily," he says, his voice husky with desire.
I reach down between us, fumbling with his zipper.
"I want you," I breathe. "Now."
Hunter helps me, lifting his hips so I can push his jeans and underwear down.
His cock springs free, hot and rigid against my thigh. The sight of him, fully ready for me, sends a rush of heat pooling low in my belly. I position myself over him; the anticipation making every nerve in my body tingle. I reach between my legs and grab his hard shaft, then rub it against my pussy, teasing him and pleasing myself with his thick fullness. The touch of his hard cock against me sends fire racing through my veins, and I let out a deep moan.
“Oh, fuck, Hunter…”
His eyes are shut, his mouth open. His moan echoes mine.
I keep stroking his thick cock against me, feeling pressure and pleasure build inside me.
Hunter's hands grip my hips with a force that makes it clear he's barely holding himself back. "Emily, you're driving me insane," he growls, his voice a raw edge of need and restraint.
I lean in, my breath hot against his ear.
"Good," I whisper. “Because I’m a lawbreaker now, and I’m going to keep using your cock until I’m done with it.”
On and on, I pleasure myself, stroking his cock against me at an increasing pace, while heat and wetness grow between my leg and my breathing picks up speed. His hips buck beneath me — he’s aching to thrust inside me, I just know it — but I keep him at just the right distance, holding his cock tight while I masturbate with it.
“Almost there,” I breathe as I feel myself climb the last of the peak. I lean in, put my lips to his ear, and a hot gasp breaks from my lips as I plummet off the edge into orgasm. Just as I fall, I release his cock. “Fuck me, Hunter. Fuck me, please.”
With a primal growl, Hunter thrusts his cock into me, filling me completely in one swift motion. The sensation is overwhelming, sending waves of ecstasy rippling through my body. I cling to him, my fingernails digging into his shoulders as he moves inside me.
"Yes," I cry out, my voice breaking with the intensity of the pleasure coursing through me. "Oh God, yes, Hunter!"
He grips my hips tightly, guiding me up and down on his cock with powerful, unrelenting thrusts. Each movement drives him deeper into me, hitting spots that make white-hot sparks explode behind my eyes. Our bodies move in perfect rhythm, the truck rocking with our urgent motions.
“I need more,” he growls. With a sudden movement, he reaches over and opens the door. “Get out and bend over. I want to see your ass as I fuck you from behind.”
I stumble out of the truck on shaky legs, the cool night air a shock against my flushed skin. Hunter follows, and positions himself behind me, and as I bend over, bracing my hands against the side of the truck, my heart pounding with anticipation, I feel his hands caress my back, sliding down to grip my hips, I feel the heat of his body against me, and I feel his lips as he kisses the small of my back. I shiver at the touch and moan.
"Ready?" he asks, his voice rough with desire.
"Yes," I breathe. "Please, Hunter. I need you."
He enters me in one smooth thrust, filling me completely. I cry out, the new angle allowing him to penetrate even deeper than before. It feels like he's hitting every nerve ending inside me, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through my entire body. I push back against him, meeting his powerful rhythm with equal fervor.
"Fuck, Emily," Hunter groans. "You feel so good. So tight.”
The parking lot is silent except for the sounds of our labored breathing and our bodies meeting. The thought of someone catching us like this, me bent over a truck while Hunter thrusts into me, only heightens the pleasure, a forbidden thrill that makes my legs tremble and my vision blur. I can feel an orgasm building again, stronger than before, an unstoppable wave ready to crash over me.
"Harder," I gasp, barely recognizing my voice. "Please, Hunter."
He responds with a growl, his hands gripping my hips tighter as he drives into me with even more force. Each thrust sends shockwaves through me, and I can’t hold back any longer. With a loud cry, I come undone around him, my body convulsing, and I hammer my hands into the side of his truck as I shake and scream.
Hunter doesn't stop, his pace relentless as he chases his own climax. The sensation of him moving inside me while I'm still coming makes my orgasm seem endless, a continuous spiral of bliss.
"Emily," he groans, his voice strained. "I'm close..."
"Come for me," I whisper, feeling another rush of heat at the thought of him losing control because of me. "I want to feel you come inside me."
With a final deep thrust, Hunter lets out a primal shout and I feel him pulse inside me. His grip on my hips tightens momentarily before he collapses against my back, both of us panting heavily in the aftermath.
For a moment, we stay like that, Hunter's weight pressing me against the cool metal of the truck, our breathing slowly returning to normal. The night air feels electric on my skin, every nerve ending still humming with pleasure.
Finally, Hunter straightens up, gently pulling out of me. I turn to face him, suddenly feeling shy despite what we've just done. I can’t believe I just fucked him in the middle of a parking lot. And not even inside his car, but literally standing in the middle of a parking lot.
"Um, maybe we should get dressed," I suggest, glancing around nervously.
Hunter chuckles, reaching into the truck to grab our clothes. "Probably a good idea. I'd hate for you to end up back in jail so soon."
As we get dressed, I can't help but laugh at the absurdity of the situation.
"I can't believe we just did that," I say.
“I can.”
“You can?”
“When you really want something, take it,” he says, shrugging as he pulls on his shirt.
“Which means…?”
“I really want you.”
I hide my too-wide grin behind the act of bending over to pull on my pants.
As we finish dressing and climb back into the truck, a comfortable silence settles between us. Hunter starts the engine, and I can't help but notice the satisfied smirk on his face as he pulls out of the parking lot.
"So," I say, breaking the silence, "does this mean we're not going back to your place anymore?"
Hunter glances at me, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Oh, we're definitely still going to my place. That was just the appetizer, Emily. I'm nowhere near done with you yet."
A shiver of anticipation runs through me at his words. "Good," I reply, my voice husky. "Because I'm not done with you either. And I could still really use that shower."