Chapter 15
Chapter
Fifteen
Her bear stirred with excitement. “Come here.” The command surprised her as it left her lips.
Hunter crossed the room in three measured strides. Brie closed the distance, reaching for his tie. The silk was smooth in her hands. She pulled him down slowly. He didn’t resist.
Their lips met with all the desperation of the interrupted moment in the atrium.
No tentative exploration this time, just raw need as his mouth claimed hers.
His hands found her waist, pulling her flush against him.
She could feel his cock, hard and insistent through his suit pants, pressing against her stomach.
Her pussy clenched in response, already wet from their make-out session among the tropical plants.
She pushed his jacket off his shoulders, needing him naked. Her fingers found his shirt buttons as he kissed down her throat, each brush of his lips making her skin burn.
“All through dinner,” he said against her pulse point, voice rough. “I could barely focus on anything but how badly I wanted to touch you.”
The confession sent heat spiraling through her. She finished with his buttons, pushing the shirt open to reveal his chest. Tattoos and scars marked his skin. Each one told a story of the dangerous life he led.
He found the zipper of her dress, drawing it down with agonizing slowness. The dress loosened, and she let it pool at her feet, stepping out in just her bra and the panties that were soaked through.
“Fuck.” The word punched out of him as he took her in. “You’ve got such a hot little body.”
His hands skimmed up her sides, thumbs brushing the undersides of her breasts through the lace. Her nipples tightened immediately, and she arched into his touch. He unhooked her bra, tossing it aside. “And perfect tits.”
She tugged at his belt and the leather whispered free of the loops. Her hands shook slightly as she worked his pants open, knuckles brushing the impressive bulge straining against the fabric.
“Brie...”
She pushed his pants down, taking his boxers with them. His cock sprang free, and her mouth watered. He was thick and long, the head of his cock already glistening with pre-cum. Her pussy clenched again, imagining how he would feel inside her.
“Bed,” he said roughly, walking her into the bedroom.
The backs of her knees hit the mattress, and she sat, looking up at him. He stood before her like a warrior, all hard muscle and scars, his cock jutting proud and ready. Her bear purred with satisfaction. This was her mate. This magnificent, dangerous man was hers.
Hunter dropped to his knees, pushing her thighs apart. The first brush of his fingers against her soaked panties made them both groan.
“You’re so fucking wet,” he said, hooking his fingers in the waistband and pulling them down.
He made a sound that was pure satisfaction before lowering his head. The first lick was exploratory, a long stroke from her entrance to her clit that had her hands flying to his hair. He hummed against her, the vibration making her hips jerk.
“God, you taste good,” he murmured, before diving back in with purpose.
His tongue was everywhere, circling her clit, dipping inside her, learning exactly what made her shake. When he slid two fingers inside her while sucking her clit, she nearly came off the bed.
“Hunter! Fuck, right there…”
He curled his fingers, finding her g-spot, while his tongue worked her clit. Her orgasm slammed into her, and her thighs clamped around his head as she rode out the waves.
He pressed soft kisses to her inner thighs as she came down. When she could finally open her eyes, he was watching her with an expression of pure pride.
“My turn,” she said, still breathless.
She pushed him onto his back on the bed, taking a moment to admire the view. His cock lay against his stomach, thick and perfect. She couldn’t resist leaning down to lick its length.
“Christ, Brie…”
She took him in her mouth, savoring his groan. The stretch of her lips around him was intense, but she wanted more, wanted all of him. She hollowed her cheeks, taking him deeper, using her hand on what wouldn’t fit.
“Oh, Brie,” he gasped, hands tangling in her hair. “Fuck, that’s so good.”
She hummed around him, and his hips bucked. She could taste him getting closer, feel the tension in his thighs, but he gently pulled her off.
“I need to be inside you,” he said roughly.
She straddled his thighs, both of them breathing hard. His cock brushed against her pussy and they both groaned at the contact.
“Wait.” He reached for the bedside table, pulling out a foil packet.
She watched him roll the condom on quickly, then his hands were on her hips, positioning her above him.
She sank down slowly, both of them freezing at the first press of him inside her. The stretch was intense, her body adjusting to his size. He held perfectly still, letting her set the pace, though she could see the strain in his clenched jaw.
Inch by inch, she took him in until she was fully seated. They stayed frozen for a moment, both adjusting to the sensation. She could feel him everywhere, filling her completely, the mate pull humming between them.
“Fuck, your pussy’s tight,” he gritted out.
She rose up experimentally, then slid back down. The friction was perfect. She found a rhythm, riding him with increasing confidence as his hands guided her hips.
“That’s it,” he encouraged. “You look so good riding my cock.”
She clenched around him and leaned forward, changing the angle.
“Oh, Hunter…”
He sat up, wrapping his arms around her, and flipped them so she was on her back. The new position let him go deeper, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him on.
“Yes,” she moaned, nails raking down his back. “Fuck me.”
He set a punishing pace that had the headboard hitting the wall.
Each thrust drove her higher, the coil in her belly winding tighter.
Her orgasm crashed through her, pussy clenching rhythmically around him.
He followed immediately, groaning her name as he came, hips stuttering as he filled the condom.
They stayed locked together, both panting, sweat hot on their skin. He pulled out carefully, disposing of the condom before immediately gathering her against him. She curled into his side, head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat.
“Holy shit,” she laughed, still feeling the aftershocks.
They lay in comfortable silence for a few minutes, hands exploring lazily. She traced more of his scars, memorizing the geography of his body. His fingers skimmed her sides, leaving trails of heat.
“No more couch,” she said, remembering their awkward arrangement.
“Definitely no more couch.” He pulled her closer. “I’m never sleeping without you again.”