Chapter 12 Hunter
TWELVE
HUNTER
“Dirty girl.” My smile grows. I grab her chin, and she gasps. “I knew I liked you, Max. Are you feeling adventurous tonight?”
“I am.” Her eyes meet mine. “What are you going to do about it?”
“We don’t need a bathroom. I’ll fuck you against this wall if you want.”
“Not the first time,” she tells me, and my blood thrums at the idea of having her more than once. “I don’t want… if I’m not very good or… I might not like the things you like, and—”
“Hey.” I steer her out of the hallway and into a small breakroom off to our right. I shut the door behind us and lock it, wedging a chair under the knob so we can have some privacy. “Talk to me, angel. What’s going on inside your head?”
“So many things.” Max laughs and takes a step away from me, doing a lap around the room. She runs her finger over the edge of a wood table sitting in the center of the space and hesitates before speaking again. “I don’t want to bring the mood down by talking about it. Can’t we just have sex?”
“Not yet.” I study her, paying attention to all of her movements. Her posture is rigid. Her shoulders are up by her ears, and her eyes keep flicking over to me, like she’s seeking my approval of what she’s saying. “If I didn’t want to know, I wouldn’t have asked.”
“Of course you’re a good listener. Do you have any flaws?”
“I have many wonderful personality traits, and I also have many flaws.” I grin and sit on the edge of the table. I hold out my hand, glad when she takes it and slots herself between my legs. “Start talking, sweetheart.”
“Fine.” She sighs and touches my necklace.
Her fingers loop around the gold chain and she gives it a soft tug that makes my cock twitch in my jeans.
“This kind of spontaneity is new for me. Being here with you instead of hanging out with my friend is way outside my comfort zone, but I’ve been outside my comfort zone since the night we met.
I have wild fantasies. Dreams I don’t know how to put into words.
Dark desires I want to indulge in. But for as much as I explore this new side of myself, I’ve only ever had vanilla sex.
Missionary. No talking. No… accessories.
I’m afraid I might be too boring for you. ”
“Why would I ever think you’re too boring?”
“You strike me as someone very experienced, and I’m not.”
“I am ancient, remember?” I tease, and she laughs, relaxing. “You’re right. The list of things I’ve tried in the bedroom is exhaustive. If you name it, I’ve done it.”
“You’ve had an orgy?”
“I’ve participated in a few, yes.”
“Did you enjoy them?”
“I mean, I got off, so I didn’t not like it.
But there was too much happening for me to really have a good time.
Lots of dicks and tits and hands. The logistics aren’t easy.
” I bring my hand to the back of her head, twirling some of her hair around my fingers.
“Go on. I know you want to ask me about something else.”
“A… sex club,” Max blurts.
I like that she’s curious. I like that she wants to get to know me, but if I’m going to spill my secrets, I’m going to get her to share hers too.
I want to know all about these dark dreams she has.
I want to offer myself as a resource if she wants help.
I want her to use me, to make me her toy in the name of learning.
“Have I been to one? Yes, and I think you’d like visiting one, to be honest.”
“I would?”
“Mhm. It’s a good way to figure out things you prefer and things that are off limits.”
“How about—have you ever let a woman… you know.” She reaches behind me and touches my ass. “Here?”
“Have I ever been pegged? Actually, no. But I have had fingers and toys used there, and I liked it.” I cup her cheeks and kiss her forehead.
“We could play this game all night, Max, if that’s what you want.
But for all the wild stuff I’ve tried, I’ve also had lots of sex without any frills and enjoyed it immensely.
And I know it would be even better with you. ”
“How do you know that?”
“Because I got off to the thought of you last night.” I kiss her nose, and her eyes flutter closed.
I need to ease her into this, and I want to give her the affection she’s looking for.
“I came all over my stomach imagining you were in bed next to me. You don’t even need to touch me and I’m worked up.
” I kiss the corner of her mouth and listen to her soft exhale. “That extra shit would be unnecessary.”
“Really?”
“Really.”
Max opens her eyes and shuffles back. She grabs her shirt and pulls it over her head, dropping it on the floor.
Her hand moves to the zipper of her skirt next, and I watch her drag it down until the material loosens and slides over her thighs.
The leather pools at her feet, leaving her in only a red lace thong and boots that come halfway up her calves.
“Fuck, angel.” I bring my fist to my mouth and bite my knuckles. My dick is so hard, I can feel the pre-cum in my boxers. “You are exquisite.”
The haunted house wasn’t pitch black, but the dim lighting made it difficult to see her. The strobe effects didn’t help either, but now that I know what she looks like under her clothes, I’m a ruined man.
Her breasts are the perfect size, and the rest of her body is just as incredible.
Hips that fan out at her waist to give her an hourglass figure.
The curve of an ass begging to be fucked and spanked and bruised.
Soft skin on her stomach and the same strong legs I remember from the photos of her playing soccer.
I’m staring. My tongue is practically hanging out of my mouth, but I don’t care. She deserves to be gawked at. To know the effect she has on me. She needs to know how gorgeous she is.
Slow, I tell myself. Do not rush this.
“Am I?” Max palms her breasts and squeezes them together. She keeps her gaze on me when she pinches her nipples and drops her head back, a quiet moan working its way up her throat. “Maybe you should do something about it.”
“Come here,” I say, and she moves toward me without hesitation. I curl my fingers around her wrists, pulling her hands off her chest and setting them on my thighs. “I want to touch.”
“Please,” she almost groans, and I lick the line of her throat.
“Fuck. You have such nice tits.” I graze my thumbs over her hard nipples, stopping to get them a rough pinch. “I want to fuck them.”
“You’ll have to explain the logistics to me.” Her laugh is soft, slightly embarrassed, but she recovers by dragging her nails up my thighs. She works a grunt out of me when she teases her hand over the zipper of my jeans. “It’s unfair I’m standing here practically naked while you’re fully clothed.”
“What did I say about asking for what you want?” I lean forward and almost fall off the table.
I bend my neck, sucking her nipple between my teeth.
Max whines at the contact, her fingers digging into my legs.
“Tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you.
Should I take off my clothes, Max? So I can fuck you the way you’re practically begging me to? ”
“Strip,” she says.
“With pleasure.” I pull my shirt off by the collar. She wastes no time staring at my torso and the tattoos inked across the left side of my ribs, and I twist my fingers in the waistband of her underwear. “See something you like, angel?”
“Yes.” Her throat bobs around a swallow, gaze dipping to my jeans. “I think I’d like it more if you took off your pants.”
“This is a fun game, but we should up the stakes. For every desire you share with me, I’ll take off an article of clothing until I’m naked.” I put my hands flat on the table and lean back, making sure to flex my muscles so she knows what she’s working with. “Then you can have your way with me.”
“I told my ex some of the things I wanted to try. He laughed at me,” she says, and rage twists in my gut. “It makes me want to be fine with average sex for the rest of my life.”
“I say this with as much disrespect as I can muster, angel: fuck him and fuck his closed mindedness. I promise I won’t laugh. I promise I won’t judge.” I reach out and snap the waistband of her underwear against her hip. “If you tell me, we can try it the next time we’re together.”
“Next time? You want to see me again?” she asks.
“Baby, the second I sink my cock into your pussy, you’re never going to get me to leave. Max’s cunt. Population: 1. Me, the lucky mother fucker.” I grin. “Even without that, I’ve become quite attached to you.”
“I’ll say.” She rests her hand on my dick and gives it a squeeze.
I jolt upright, groaning when her thumb brushes against the head through the denim.
“Fine. A desire for your left shoe. I have this unsubstantiated idea that getting fucked by a guy wearing a mask would be unbelievably hot. I’d like not knowing who is in control of me. ”
“Really?” She kept staring at my costume in the haunted house, but I thought it was just the knife that turned her on. “What kind of masks?”
“I don’t think I’d be picky.” Max wets her lips, and I kick off my shoe.
“Give me an example.”
“Um. A Ghostface mask? A motorcycle helmet?”
“How interesting. I have both of those at home,” I say, and her eyes snap to my face.
“You do?”
“Yup. I have two motorcycles I love to ride and way too many helmets to choose from. And Scream is one of my favorite horror movies.”
“That… that is great information.”
“Feel like taking a field trip to my place?”
“That’s probably too far away. I need some instant gratification.” She blushes and points at my right shoe. “I want to be chased. I want to think I’m not safe, and if I get caught, I won’t like what happens to me.”
“Angel.” I groan and stand, pulling off my last shoe and ripping off my socks. “I’m starting to think you’re a dream. That you’re living inside my head. How are you saying the most perfect things? One more, Max. Tell me one more, and I’ll make all of them come true.”
“I want… I want someone to be rough with me. I don’t want them to hurt me, but I want to have bruises on my ass. Marks on my neck and between my legs. I’m so sick of being treated like this gentle object who is going to break, when I’m a woman with needs and—”
I cut off her passionate plea with a sharp kiss. She moans against my mouth, and I fumble with the button on my jeans. Her arms snake around my neck and I yank off my pants, not breaking our contact until I’ve stepped out of the denim, left in a pair of black briefs.
“How long until your friend misses you?” I ask, scooping my hands under her ass and setting her on the table.
I scoot her back until her feet can rest on the ledge, and I shove her legs open.
“Do you think she’ll try to find you when she realizes you’re gone?
Or will it take you screaming my name like the needy fucking slut you are for her to notice? ”
“Hunter.” Max claws at my arms with sharp nails. Her eyes widen when I bend down to my jeans and pull out a pocket knife. “What are you doing?”
“I told you the real thing is more fun.” I play with the handle, my eyes never leaving hers.
A gasp rushes out of her when I tease the blade against the inside of her thigh, bringing it all the way up to her underwear.
I slip the knife under the lace and slice, cutting the thin fabric.
“There. Now I can see your pretty cunt.”