Chapter 26 Hunter
TWENTY-SIX
HUNTER
I deserve a goddamn medal for keeping my hands to myself on the drive back to the house. I want to reach over and touch Max, but I know if I do, I’m going to crash this car.
And hurting her is the last thing I want to do.
She’s practically squirming in the passenger seat, her eyes darting over to me and her palms smoothing over her jeans. Every few minutes she clears her throat, and I glance at her when we pull up to a red light.
“Are you doing okay, angel?” I ask, and she huffs.
“That’s one way to put it.”
“Having second thoughts?”
“Not at all. I’m just excited. Nervous.” Max laughs.
“I also can’t believe I found a guy who wants to try all of these things with me.
I doubt it would be easy to meet someone for a cup of coffee and let it slip I want them to stalk me through dark and deserted woods. They’d look at me like I was crazy.”
“You’re the furthest thing from crazy.” I test my self-restraint by touching her leg. I rub my thumb up her thigh and accelerate when the light turns green. “I hope it’s clear by now I’ll try anything you want, angel.”
“When do I get to touch your ass?”
“Whenever you want, but not tonight. Tonight is about you.” I turn onto my road and slow my speed. “We’re unlocking more of your kinks, not mine.”
“What are some of your fantasies?”
“Anything involving you,” I say, and she laughs again.
“I’ve spilled my guts to you! You can give me something, Hunter.”
“Fine. My most recent fantasy is fingering you so hard, you squirt. I want you to drench my bed, my face, I don’t care. I just want to watch, because I think it’s one of the hottest things in the world.”
Max sucks in a sharp breath. “I’ve never—I don’t know how I would—”
“I do. We’ll try tonight and see what happens.”
“I don’t want to ruin your sheets.” Max unbuckles her seatbelt when I park in the driveway. “I like your sheets.”
“Baby, you can ruin anything you want.”
“We can try, but don’t get your hopes up. I’ve never been close to experiencing that before. I doubt I’ll be able to.”
“Sometimes the journey is even better than the destination.” I grin when she reaches over and flicks my ear. “Let’s go. We have things to do.”
“Is Leo home tonight?”
“Why? Do you want him to join us?”
“No.” She blushes a furious shade of red and practically leaps out of the car. “I was just curious.”
“Do you want two people to chase you through the woods, Max?”
“I’m not sure I can even handle one.” Max looks out at the land behind my house and shivers. “It’s even darker than I thought it would be. I’m not going to be able to see a thing, am I?”
“No.” I grin and climb out of the car, locking it behind us. I wrap my arms around her waist, nudging her toward the porch. “But I will. Working in haunted houses for years and given me very good night vision.”
“That’s unfair. I’m at a disadvantage.”
“You were always going to be a disadvantage, baby. But that’s what you want, isn’t it? You don’t want to think you’re going to outrun me. You want to know you’re going to be caught.”
“I’m scared,” she whispers.
“I’m going to fuck you with the mask on first so you can relax. After I get you off the first time, I’m going to track you down in the woods. And when I do, angel, I’m not going to be nice.”
She shivers against me, her head dropping into the crook of my shoulder. Her eyes flutter closed when I pinch her nipple over her shirt, a soft sigh escaping her when I move to the other side.
“Is that promise?” she asks, grinding her hips against me. I’m already hard, my cock straining against my pants, and I groan when she drags her ass down my length. “I’d hate to be disappointed.”
“When have I ever disappointed you?” I practically kick open the front door and drag her inside.
Not wanting to waste time, I lift her off the ground, throwing her over my should.
She squeals and I give her backside a hard smack, smiling when she whines on the walk to my room. “You’ve never complained.”
“I never will.”
I drop her carefully on my mattress and look down at her. Her eyes are wide, her lipstick is slightly smudged. Her skin is flushed, and I’m so turned on just by the sight of her.
“I’m going to put the mask on outside the room to play into the illusion of you not knowing who I might be,” I say. “Is that okay with you?”
“Yes,” she says, scooting back to the pillows. “That will make this so much hotter.”
“Do you remember your safe word?”
“Book.”
“Good girl.” I bend and kiss her, the last bit of gentleness I’ll show her until after we finish. “Take off your shirt and your pants. I want you to touch yourself until I get back.”
Max is quick to listen, and I stare at her black lingerie greedily. I can’t believe I get to have her like this: vulnerable. Willing. She’s my perfect girl, and I’m mesmerized when she runs her hands up her body. When she pulls down the cups of her bra so she can pinch her nipples.
“Go,” she breathes out, gasping as she twists her fingers. “I’m already so wet, Hunter.”
I make a pitstop in my closet, grabbing the mask I bought for Halloween a couple years back. I blow her a kiss and she giggles, her fingers dipping into her underwear when I slip out of the room.
Patiently waiting is almost fucking impossible, but I tug the mask on over my hair and fix it so my eyes are lined up with the holes cut out for viewing. I resist the urge to shove my hand down my jeans and fist my cock, knowing her cunt is going to be even better.
I count to one hundred and move back to the door, opening it quietly. Max has her legs spread, thighs tipped wide, and I watch her pump her fingers in and out of her pussy. Her eyes are closed. She hasn’t realized I’m here yet, and I lean against the wall, watching her.
Her moans are soft, breathy little gulps of air when she touches her clit over the lace. She sighs, pleased, and I take a step toward her.
“Sit up,” I say, and her eyes fly open. Her lips part in fear, in lust, I don’t know, but she complies, arching her back off the pillows.
“Get to the end of the bed and spread your legs.” Max stares at me, gaze raking over my body.
She lingers on the mask, her chest heaving when I cross my arms and look down at her. “Now, or I’ll move you myself.”
The warning kicks her into high gear. She scrambles across the mattress, her feet resting on the floor. I hum my approval and position myself in front of her, grabbing her chin.
“I said spread your legs,” I tell her, and she doesn’t try to hold back her groan. Her knees open with a shaky exhale, and I shove them farther apart. “There we go. Hold your underwear to the side. I went to see how wet you are for a guy you don’t even know.”
Max’s fingers shake as she hooks them around the fabric of her underwear. She pulls the lace to the side, whining when I drop to my knees and blow a hot breath against her clit.
“Drenched. I’m not surprised.” I run a finger along her slit and bring it to my mouth, tasting her on my tongue. “Do you get wet for everyone, Max? Or is it only the mask that does it for you?”
“I like the mask,” she whispers, like she’s embarrassed to admit it.
“What was that?” I shove two fingers in her pussy, sliding my hand over her mouth when she cries out. “When I ask you a question, you need to speak up.”
“I like the mask,” she says louder against my palm. Her hips swivel, chasing the friction I know she’s craving, but I don’t give it to her. “Please.”
“Please what?” I climb onto the bed behind her, my legs framing hers. I rest a hand on her stomach, the other tangling in her hair, tilting her head to the side so I have access to her neck. “Please give you more? Please fill you up? Please make you come? You’re going to have to be specific, Max.”
“All of the above.” She relaxes her back against my chest. Her palms sit on my thighs and I lift my hip, letting my cock rub her ass. “I want you, whoever you are, to make me come.”
“That wasn’t difficult, was it?” I yank her underwear to the side and touch her clit, ripping it in the process. “What makes you a whore for masked men, Max? Is it because you can pretend it’s someone you shouldn’t?”
“I like feeling like I’m doing something bad. It could be anyone under there. My boyfriend. Not my boyfriend. Someone I’ve never met.” Her gasp is sharp when I push three fingers inside her, my palm facing up. “The possibilities are endless.”
“Lean back a little, baby,” I whisper, and she does.
“And spread those legs as wide as you can. Like you’re showing off your pussy to the world.
It’s such a good pussy, too. Pink. Wet.” I increase my pace, nodding when she lets out a loud cry.
“That’s the spot, isn’t it? That’s so good, Max. Don’t think about it. Just enjoy it.”
“Your fingers are so big. I always feel so full, even when you’re not fucking me.” Her legs open wider, and she whimpers. “My clit. I need you to touch my—”
“I’ve got you.” I press on her clit with my thumb. She reacts instantly, her body jolting awake as her hips buck off the bed. “Fuck. So responsive. Stay still, Max. I promise I’m going to give it to you.”
“I need more,” she begs. “I can take more. I want to come. I need to come.”
“Loop your arms around my neck. That’s perfect.”
I know she’s looking forward to what happens in the woods, but I want to make sure she enjoys this too. Her pleasure is the most important thing in the world to me, and I could spend the rest of my night here touching her like this.
The squirting would be an added bonus, not something I need, but I’m still going to try.
I fall into a rhythm, listening to every sound she makes. Max sighs. She moans. She trembles, her fingers digging into my hair.
“Wait. Hunter. Stop. Please. It feels—”
“That’s normal, I promise.”
“I’m going to—”
“You’re not. It’s different.” I pull my fingers out of her and circling her clit with quick strokes. I glance up at the mirror in front of us, the one on my dresser, watching as her limbs convulse. She gasps and writhes, unable to sit still. “That’s it. Fuck, Max. You’re doing it, baby.”
She sobs, giving in as she drenches the sheets. My cock throbs at the sight of her release, the wet spot under her thighs and the way she stares between her legs, mouth open.
I keep my fingers against her clit, the pressure rough and fast. She tries to break out of my hold but I don’t let her, giving her another orgasm that makes her collapse against me in a rush of another round of her ejaculation.
“Book. Book,” she cries out, and I stop immediately. I pull my hands away from her and move off the bed, kneeling in front of her. “No. No. Come back.”
“I’m here. I’m right here.” I take off the mask and kiss her knee. “I didn’t go anywhere, angel.”
“I need a second.” Max lies on her back, trying to control her breathing. I rub her foot, trying to help her decompress, when she lets out a giggle. “What the hell happened to me? That was… intense is putting it lightly. Jesus Christ.”
“Don’t bring him into this. He’d be appalled.” I smile and sit up on my knees, leaning over her. “Hi, angel.”
“I… I made a mess. I thought I was peeing and—”
“I can’t speak from experience myself, but apparently that’s how it’s supposed to be. Did you like it?”
“I don’t know? I didn’t like feeling like I was about to piss on your bed but I didn’t hate it? It’s not something I want you to do to me every time we’re together, but I wouldn’t mind every now and then.” She sits up on her elbows. “Did you like it?”
“Yeah. I swear I almost came in my pants watching you make a mess on my bed. It was unbelievably hot.”
“Oh my god.” Max covers her face, and I laugh. “I made such a mess.”
“Stop being embarrassed. That’s what the washing machine is for. You remember I have no problem doing laundry, right?” I take her hand in mine, running my fingers over her knuckles. “Do you want to call it a night?”
“No.” Her eyes meet mine. “I told you I wanted you to chase me, Hunter. I still do.”
“Catch your breath, then I’ll let you loose so I can try and catch you.” I grin. “We’re just getting started, angel.”