Chapter 6 Hunter
SIX
HUNTER
I should buy a lotto ticket.
I manifested Maxine showing up tonight, and here she is. Warm and soft against me. Legs spread and breathing hard, her skirt hitched halfway up her thighs. She came back because she wanted to see me, and fucking hell did I want to see her.
I fucked my fist to the thought of her last night.
I imagined those big blue eyes that widened when she saw me for the first time.
I remembered her tight shirt and her big tits, and I wondered what she would look like with my cum on her chest. How pretty she would be on her knees while she sucked my cock.
There’s a good chance I’m obsessed with her already.
I brush her hair away from the back of her neck and press a kiss there. She melts into me, her limbs relaxing, and it’s my turn to let out a staggered breath. It’s been too long since I’ve been with a woman, and this one is having an obvious effect on me.
There have been friends with benefits over the years and people with mutual interests who have caught my attention for a night or two, but there’s something exciting about a girl who doesn’t know exactly what she wants.
Who’s nervous and excited at the same time, and I can’t wait to see how far I can push her.
“Can I touch you again?” I whisper in her ear.
A not-so-wild guess would tell me going into haunted houses and letting men have their way with her isn’t something she does frequently, if at all.
She’s too sweet, too much of a rule follower.
Someone who is running on pure adrenaline and lust, not coherent decision making, and I need to make sure she’s still onboard with all of this.
My own sexual limits are practically nonexistent.
I’ll try anything once and enjoy unconventional things others don’t.
Do I like the murky waters of roleplay, discussed abduction, and a woman trying to fight me off?
Fuck yeah, I do, but consent is a non-negotiable for me.
If she doesn’t give me explicit permission, I’m not going to put a hand on her.
I’ll walk away, hard dick and all, and still chalk this up as one of the best nights of my life.
There’s a long pause, and I stand there patiently. I have thirty minutes before my replacement comes in and bumps me to my break, and I’ll wait as long as it takes. Maxine’s shoulders sag. She drops her head into the crook of my neck and lets out a stuttering sigh.
“Y-yes,” she finally says.
I suppress a groan at her answer and again when she wiggles her hips, ass brushing over the outline of my throbbing cock.
“Yes, what, Maxine?” I give her hair another tug, tilting her chin back until our eyes meet. “I need to hear you say exactly what you want from me.”
“I want you to touch me.” It comes out as a rush of words, and I grin. “Anywhere you want. Please. I-I… I need you, Hunter.”
Fuck me.
I kiss the spot above her shoulder and run my tongue along her skin. “If I do something you don’t like, you need to tell me. Can you do that?”
“I promise.”
“Such a good girl.” I take a step back and push the hem of her skirt all the way to her waist. A lacy black thong greets me, and I drag my hands up, looping an arm around her waist. My fingers brush against the front of her underwear, and it’s impossible not to groan when I find a damp spot between her legs.
Wet. Already so fucking wet. “All of this is for me?”
“I can’t explain it.” She wiggles her hips again, and I hope she can feel how hard I am.
I’m close to yanking down the zipper of my jumpsuit and fucking her right here, right now.
Against the wall. On the floor with my hand behind her head so she doesn’t get hurt.
“I’ve never been like this with a guy before.
It takes work. A lot of—you… I—” She stops for a breath and gasps when I yank her underwear to the side and drag my knuckles along her soaked entrance.
“You make me want things I’ve never wanted before, and I don’t even know you. ”
“What do you want to know?” I rub a slow, teasing circle over her clit and hum when she moans.
“My last name? My favorite food? My credit card number so you can buy yourself whatever you want? I can give you the world if you let me, Maxine.” I push a finger inside her, finding her cunt wet and tight.
She squeezes around me, and I’m going to dream about her pussy for days.
“But if not, the least I’m going to give you is the best orgasm of your life. ”
“That sounds like a line.” Her words falter when I press her chest into the wall and yank her hips back, bending her at her waist. She rests her head on her forearm, long hair curtaining her face from view. “Something I’ve heard from men before. Guess what? It’s never true.”
“You mean boys.” I add a second finger, curling them inside her while she bucks against me. “Men would make it happen. They’d know that you probably like it when—” I use the palm of my other hand, pressing it against her clit. Her moan is heady and low. “When I touch you right there.”
“Hunter.” Maxine’s hand flies out, palm flat against the wall to hold herself up.
She lowers onto my fingers then brings her ass back up, fucking herself.
I wish I hadn’t left my phone so far away.
I want to record this. I want to play it on a loop and slow it down so I can watch how she drenches my hand.
I wonder if I could make her squirt. “Please.”
I’m going to like it when she begs.
“Do you want to come?” I move the hand touching her clit to her stomach, pulling her flush against me. I hold her in place, a third finger sliding in her easily. “Fuck. It’s like your cunt was made for me.”
“Yes, I want to come. Why else would I—it’s been too—” Maxine pauses for a ragged breath. “Hunter.”
“If I had more time, I’d fuck you with the handle of this knife.” I release her and bring the prop to her throat, gleeful when she tightens around me. “When you were dripping down the blade, I’d make you suck it clean. Then I’d fuck you against this wall so hard, you’d have bruises.”
“I almost didn’t come back to see you.” She’s panting. Writhing against me and making my cock so hard, it hurts. If I’m not careful, she’s going to make me come in my pants, and that would be fun to explain to Leo. “I’m so glad I did.”
“Needy slut who knows what she wants.” I drop the knife on the ground and grip her throat.
It’s not as rough as I would normally be, but she still whimpers.
She whispers my name, and I wonder if she’s ever tried any breath play.
“And what you want is me. I want you too, but what I really want is for you to come on my hand. Give me something to taste for the rest of my shift, baby.”
Maxine whimpers again, and I can tell she’s about to fall apart. Sweat rolls down her cheek, and she reaches behind her to hold my neck. I let her claw at my hair, hoping she’s leaving little marks behind. I roll my hips, pressing into her ass, and she gasps.
“You’re so big,” she breathes out.
“We’d have to warm you up before you took my cock. I wouldn’t want to hurt you.”
“God.” She laughs. “Where have men like you been all my life? Thoughtful. Hot. An expert on the female body. Are you even real?”
“I’ve been right here, waiting for you.” I nip at her neck and suck on her skin. “What’s your orgasm record in a night? Five? Six?”
“Record? It’s always been one and done. Is it even possible to have multiple?”
“Well, that won’t do.” I guide her to the wall again, bending her over. I give her ass a slap and smile when a pretty shade of pink blooms on the curve of her cheek. “Time to remedy that. I’m going to broaden your horizons, sweetheart.”
“What does that mean?” Maxine moans when I pull my fingers all the way out then push them back in her pussy, a methodical rhythm I pair with another touch to her clit. “Oh.”
“Feel good, angel?”
“Better than anything I’ve ever experienced. I feel it—it’s everywhere and I—”
“And you’re about to come while people pass us on the other side of that wall, having no idea you’re being finger fucked just a few feet away.
I wonder what they’d think if they saw you with your ass out for a stranger.
” My pace turns rougher, less gentle. My fingers are so wet, they almost slip out of her. “Not such a good girl after all.”
She lurches forward. She cries out, my name a mangled exultation spilling from her mouth, then she’s pulsing around me. Groaning and bucking her hips, greedily chasing the relief I bring her.
I let her ride the orgasm out, not stopping until her breathing returns to normal. When it does, I pull my fingers out of her. I grab her hips and turn her so she’s facing me. Her back is against the wall. Her hair is messy, a few pieces sticking to her forehead and neck, and her skin is splotchy.
She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.
“That was nice.” Maxine smiles, and it’s dreamlike. Perfectly sated and adorable as hell. “Thank you for your service.”
“I’m not finished with you. Have you ever tasted yourself?” I ask, and her eyelashes flutter closed, then open. She dips her head, and I hook my clean fingers around her chin so she has to look up at me. “Is that a yes?”
“It’s embarrassing.”
“I would never judge you.”
“One time I used a toy to get off. After I finished, I, um, pretended it was… I gave it a blow job, and I tasted myself that way.”
I groan. Imagining her in her bed deep throating a sex toy is a hazard to my health, and I adjust my jumpsuit. Her eyes drop to the outline of my cock, and she reaches out to touch me. I take her wrist, stopping her, and she frowns.
“Tonight is about you,” I say. “I don’t need anything.”
“Really?”
“Really.” I bring the fingers covered in her cum to her mouth. I touch her bottom lip, and her mouth parts. I press down on her tongue, smiling when she closes her lips around me. “Clean me up. And don’t leave a drop behind.”