Chapter 13 Max
THIRTEEN
MAX
The sight of Hunter’s very real, very dangerous knife scares the hell out of me.
It also makes me moan.
He drags it across my belly, teasing me with the blade. He dips it lower, between my legs, and brushes his mouth against mine.
Fuck.
My brain is screaming how wrong this is.
He’s touching me with a weapon, an object used to kill and to harm, but my thighs are opening wider.
It’s taboo, something I’d never, ever think to use in the bedroom, but I’m panting.
Wondering what it would feel like inside of me and desperate to find out if that’s part of his plan.
The competing sensations between his touch and the knife are overwhelming.
I don’t know if I want to push him away or ask him to get on his knees, but when he kisses me sweet and slow, my breath catches.
I melt into him, savoring the taste of bourbon on his tongue and the glide of his hand along the curve of my shoulders.
“Do you always carry a knife with you?” I ask, my head falling back when he drops his mouth to my neck. “Are you a vigilante stopping crime in our city?”
“No, but I am inspired.” Hunter’s teeth nip at my skin, biting the soft parts of my flesh and leaving a tiny mark behind. “Do you want me to put it away?”
“I-I—” I sigh, words failing me when he moves his lips to my collarbone then the swell of my breast. “No. I just don’t want to hurt myself.”
“I’d never let you get hurt, Max.” He takes my breast in his mouth, tongue flicking against my nipple, and I swear I see stars. “I’m going to take care of you.”
I don’t know if he’s talking about my safety or bringing me the best orgasms of my life, but I don’t care. Both are fine with me, and the slow drag of his tongue down my body as he drops to his knees in front of the table is the closest thing I’ve ever had to a spiritual awakening.
I run my hands through Hunter’s hair. He looks up at me, lust behind his gaze.
His fingers dig into my knee and I stretch my legs to accommodate his broad shoulders and wide frame.
With his eyes on me and a hand on either one of my thighs, spreading me open for the whole world to see, he lowers his mouth and licks a hot swipe over my pussy.
“Fuck.” I grip the table and lean back on my elbows, the position giving him more space. “Hunter. I thought we were going to have sex.”
“In a minute,” he mumbles, sucking on my clit. “Want to get you off first.”
“You’re so kind.” My laugh snuffs out when he slides two fingers inside me and curls them. “You’ve ruined orgasms for me. I’m going to be disappointed if someone can’t make me come in less than five minutes.”
“I’m the only one who’s going to make you come.
You don’t need anyone else.” Hunter grabs the knife off the corner of the table and rubs my clit with the handle in a slow, torturing circle.
I gasp at the unexpected change in contact, the texture and pressure so different from his tongue.
“I bet you’d look so pretty riding my knife, Max. ”
He said the same thing to me in the haunted house.
It’s obscene, but I’m picturing it, and I can’t unsee it: the gentle press of the handle against my entrance and the brief flash of uncomfortableness that followed before it melted to delight.
Hunter murmuring words of encouragement while he fucked me with the knife.
Slow, deep, until he reached the start of the blade.
Intoxicating arousal, the tease of danger.
All while he watched me, a proud smile on his face while I took everything he gave me.
I’ve never wanted to be reduced to the vessel of someone’s pleasure. I’ve always wanted to be an active participant, an equal partner, but imagining myself there, a mindless being at his disposal is electrifying.
“What are you thinking about?” Hunter kisses my knee, my thigh, and my hip, reverence behind the press of lips. “Your pussy just tightened around my fingers.”
“Nothing. It’s ah.” I groan, the start of an orgasm sparking behind my eyes when he adds more pressure to my clit. Dirtier, dangerous. So close to sliding inside me. “I think I’d like that. I want to try.”
“Next time. I’m not letting a knife fuck you before I do.” He adds a third finger, and I cry out, the twist of desire zipping up my spine. “There you go, Max. You’re close, aren’t you? Let it happen, angel.”
I’m so close. I’m on the precipice of blissful elation, and I realize every hour I’ve gone without seeing him has been utter agony.
Nothing has ever felt this good, and I can’t be bothered by the slick glide of his fingers as they work in and out of me.
I don’t care about the sounds I’m making, each moan louder than the last. Anyone passing by could hear me and know exactly what was happening behind the closed door, yet here I am, about to scream his name.
“I’m going to come,” My body no longer belongs to me when he pulls his fingers out of me and lifts his arm, bringing his hand to my lips. “Hunter. Please.”
He forces my mouth open, his drenched fingers resting on my tongue.
I close my lips and lick his knuckles greedily, tasting myself.
I collapse back onto the table, hoping for a reprieve, a moment to catch my breath, but he doesn’t let me.
Hunter grabs my ankle, placing my foot on his shoulder.
I’m overwhelmed by the tantalizing pace of the knife handle, and my orgasm hits me like a freight train.
He doesn’t slow down, not even when I beg him to stop because it’s too much, and this is what I’ve craved. The depravedness. Handing over control to someone else and letting them be in charge, and it’s the most wonderful thing I’ve ever experienced.
“You’ll take all of it,” he says, his voice a deep rumble that almost makes me come again.
I whine when he teases the knife at my entrance, the hint of what could be, and I wish I could see how filthy it looks.
“That’s my girl,” he adds, awe behind each word.
I squirm, desperate for more friction, more…
something to fill the void of being full from his fingers, but he drops the hand from my mouth to my stomach, holding me in place.
“So greedy.” A rough laugh, another kiss to my knee.
“Jesus Christ, angel. You’re so beautiful. ”
I feel beautiful, even with the sweat at my hairline and my chest rising and falling like I’ve been running for miles. I exhale, easing down from the high as the pleasure he brought me ebbs to complete happiness.
A giggle works its way free, and I smile. I’m drunk on affection when Hunter stands and cups my cheeks, kissing me.
“Gosh, that was nice.” I nip at his bottom lip and he whimpers, resting his forehead against mine. The hard swell of his cock presses into my thigh when he helps me sit up and tucks a piece of hair behind my ear. “You left my boots on? I didn’t even notice.”
“Because they’re sexy.” Hunter closes the knife with the flick of his wrist and drops it on top of his jeans. He lifts my leg and drags the zipper of my boot down with his teeth before slipping off the right shoe, then the left. “Look at you. Naked and perfect.”
I blush at the compliment and glance down at my body, smiling at the small marks he’s left on my skin. It’s like he’s claimed me as his, and I touch the spot on my thigh where his fingers gripped me tight. “You did a number on me.”
“Are you doing okay?” He kisses me again, gentler this time. “Did I go too far? Did I hurt you?”
“Not at all.” My fingers dance over his jaw. “I loved every second of that.”
“Good.” Hunter rips the remaining pieces of my underwear away from my body, leaving me completely naked. His hand dips into his briefs and I watch him touch himself. “We have a slight problem, angel.”
“A problem? What happened?”
“I don’t have a condom. I didn’t plan to take off your clothes tonight, so I didn’t bring any protection.”
“Oh.” I bob my head and swallow. “What if we didn’t use one? I’m on birth control.” His hand stops mid-stroke. His eyes meet mine. Flushed cheeks, pupils blown wide, and I wonder if I said the wrong thing. “Sorry. That was stupid. I’m still turned on and not thinking—”
“I’ll fuck you raw,” Hunter rasps. “But if I do, you’re going to be stuck with me for a very, very long time.
No one else is going to touch you. No one else is going to have your pussy.
It’s mine, Max. Whenever and wherever I want it.
And I’m going to want you in a million different ways.
” He hooks my leg around his waist and stares down at me. “Is that okay with you?”
God.
Am I allowed to shout fuck, yes? Should I get on my knees and thank him for saying exactly what I want to hear? For giving me the opportunity to learn and grow and be truly satisfied for the first time in what feels like forever?
I’ve spent years waiting for a moment like this. I’ve been patient, wondering if there was someone out there who understood what I wanted, and when I smile up at Hunter, I know I’ve found it.
This will probably only be a short fling. Something far from serious that will fizzle out in a week or two before we go our separate ways, but right now? Right now, I’m going to savor the hell out of every second.
I don’t care that a more levelheaded woman might run or ask him to pump the brakes. I’m rational in every other part of my life, and I deserve to be free to explore every side of myself, no matter how reckless it might be.
“Yes,” I whisper, and his groan is ragged. “That’s okay with me, Hunter.”
“I love when you say my name.” He steps back and hooks his fingers in the waistband of his boxers. He yanks them off and kicks them away, showing off long legs. Strong muscles and a cluster of tattoos on the top of his thigh. “I got tested a couple months ago. Everything was negative.”
“I got tested after I found out my ex was cheating.” I stare at his hard cock and the glisten of pre-cum on the head. “I’m clear too.”