23. Hunter
TWENTY-THREE
HUNTER
I didn’t know what to say. Something like love he’d said. I repeated it in my head, wondering if it was real.
“You heard what I said, right?” Odell stared at me as if willing me to respond.
“I did. Correct me if I’m wrong, but you said you loved me.”
“I did. Are you going to do something about it?”
If he were a shifter, we’d have been fucking like bunnies, with apologies to rabbits, as they were some of the nicest shifters I’d ever met. But Odell was human, and they were breakable, though his particular human, my mate, had proven himself to be adept at staying in one piece.
“What I’d like to do is?—”
Odell put a finger to my lips. “If you’re going to say something other than, ‘I’m going to fuck you,’ I don’t want to hear it.”
There were so many parts to that sentence, but I thought he wanted me to put my cock in his hole. Gods, yes, let me be right.
“I want to make love to you, all day and all night.”
Odell rolled his eyes. “Did you go to drama school? Because you are so theatrical.”
“Pfft.” I picked him up. “This okay?” He placed his lips on mine, and I was transported to last night in the car, before he left to confront Stefan.
“Bed, and now, please.”
I loved my mate telling me what to do. My cock stirred, anticipating being inside him as I strolled toward the bed, inhaling the scent of his slick when I lay him on the mattress.
“Can’t.” He leaped up.
Shoot. We’d gone from I love you and take me to bed to I can’t have sex with you.
“I stink of road trip and Stefan.”
He headed into the bathroom and stripped off my robe and the clothes he’d been wearing yesterday. He turned on the shower, but I was frozen in place, staring at his rounded butt, the curve of his hip, the dark curls at his crotch and the enormous dick dangling between his legs.
“It is a waterfall.” He got under the stream of water.
“What?”
“I told you in the panic room that I bet you had a waterfall shower and a spa tub.” He pointed to the tub on the other side of the bathroom.
“Right.” I was mesmerized by the water streaming over his taut body while he squirted the plumeria body wash onto his hand and slowly caressed his skin with it. The aroma reminded me of a tropical beach and midnight swims.
My mate ignored me while swirling his fingers over his body, the lather bubbling and frothing and glistening in the light. Dellie’s skin reminded me of silk, and I so wanted to have it under my palms.
“If you don’t get in here, Hunter, I’m going to invite someone else.” He purred rather than spoke, and my clothes shredded as I stepped out of them.
I walked into the huge shower enclosure that had two shower heads. Gods, he was so yummy with his wet hair stuck to his scalp and his soaped-up slippery body that was good enough to eat. And I planned on eating it.
He crooked his finger and beckoned me closer. In the days since we’d met, he’d been terrified, hurled insults at me, allowed me to take care of him, taken charge, put me in my place and shown immense bravery.And now he was oozing confidence. And that was hot.
My cock rose to the occasion, and my mate giggled.
Swaggering to his side, I slid a hand over his hip as the water pounded on my head. My fingers glided over his slippery flesh, and I pulled him close, nuzzling the base of his throat.
Heat was rising inside me, and I worried I’d combust even though I was under the shower. Trailing kisses over his jaw, I licked around his lips, and he captured my tongue between his teeth.
Desire sizzled over me, and if I didn’t have water spraying over me, I’d have expected flames to blister my skin.
“Mmmm,” he mumbled. “You taste so good. I want me some more of that.”
Cupping his chin, I tilted his head and shoved my tongue between his lips while my other hand took hold of his cock. His thick, slippery cock that needed attention.
Odell moaned into my mouth as I gripped his swelling length and tugged. The vibrations from his groaning rippled around my mouth, over my jaw, and straight to my dick.
He pulled away and stuck out his tongue, capturing water droplets before slamming his mouth on mine again. I savored his taste, his tiny mewls, his quick little breaths, and his chest heaving against me.
“Yes, Hunter. I’ve been waiting for this.”
“This?” I pulled his cock, allowing my hand to slide ever so slowly from the base to the tip. “Or would you prefer my mouth.”
“Or we could do this?” He took hold of my dick, rubbing over the slit before giving it three quick pumps.
“Dellie! You have to warn me before you do that.”
There was a wicked glint in his eye as he yelled, “Warning!” And tugged my length again. I gulped in mouthfuls of air and water and rested my head on his shoulder as I tried to calm the lust that was threatening to tip me over the edge.
“Did you like that?” he whispered in my ear.
“I did.” But I let go of his cock and cupped his face. Blinking water out of my eyes, I said, “I like you taking charge.”
He traced around my mouth with one finger. “It’s because you’ve loved me since the moment we met, and now that I feel the same, it’s given me the confidence to show you what’s in my heart.”
He already had my heart, and while I adored every part of him, it was his cock, his hole, his mouth, those stunning eyes, and his gorgeous ass I wanted to pay attention to right now.
I lowered my head to his nipple and grazed it with my teeth. He rested his head against the tiles while I flicked it and suckled before sinking to my knees.
I stuck my tongue in his slit as one hand cradled his balls.
Dellie moaned and dragged his nails over my scalp, and I shivered at the delicious mingling of pain and pleasure. I swallowed the head. It was soft and warm and oh so plump. Easing one finger to his hole, I prodded around the puckered entrance, slippery with slick, and he yanked my hair while leaning back, the shower now hitting his chest as water sprayed off his skin.
“More, please.”
I pulled off him with a pop, and he whined that I was no fun.
“Don’t worry, Dellie.” My voice was an octave lower than normal. “I predict there’s lots of fun and oodles of pleasure in your future.
“There better be.” He tugged at my hair, and I winced, enjoying the tingling the pain produced. I inserted the tip of my finger in his hole while stroking his balls. His body jerked, and his arousal, glistening with water and traces of saliva, slapped my cheek.
Running my tongue along one side of the shaft, I flicked the head. Air whooshed out of my mate’s mouth, and he bucked his hips. My finger slid in up to the first knuckle.
“Yes, Hunter. Fuck me hard.”
A fire ignited in my belly as I finger-fucked him, in and out, with copious amounts of slick coating my fingers, the scent almost overpowering the floral body wash. I wanted to make him feel good and to hear him scream my name when he came.
But Odell took charge and grabbed his length, pressing the tip against my mouth. Pursing my lips, I swallowed an inch while grasping the base and pumping, my clenched hand meeting my lips. I tugged, sucked, and finger-fucked him as he whimpered, fisting my hair and clawing at my shoulder.
“Hunter.” His hips were moving in tandem with my finger, now two fingers in his ass, as well as me sucking him off. His knees sagged, and he braced himself against the wall, panting that he might not last long.
That was my signal to slow down. Gripping the base, I let his cock slide from my mouth while curling my finger inside his channel. Using light feathery strokes, I glided the fingers on my other hand over his thighs, and he placed both hands behind my head and pulled me close.
With a face full of crotch, I breathed him in, the tantalizing combination of aromas tickling my nose and engorging my dick. I nuzzled him before moving backward and observing his length, more pink than before thanks to all my attention, coated in slippery saliva.
Giving my mate no warning, I took him in my mouth. He yelped, and I sucked him hard and fast. His butt bumped against the wet tiles as my finger went in and out of his channel. His body shuddered, and he gripped my shoulders as if they were his lifeline. He spasmed, and with a mouth full of cock, I glanced up. His eyes were scrunched closed and he was mumbling, “So good,” as he pumped his dick into my mouth.
But his mouth widened, his head fell back, and he came, spurting cum into me.
I waited until the spasms subsided and swallowed before gripping his hips to stop his downward slide. Making sure all the soap had been rinsed off, I turned off the water and wrapped him in a towel.
Laying him on the bed, I dried him and went to cover him up. But he opened one eye.
“I’m not sleepy and have no intention of dozing off.”
“Oh really. Gosh, I wonder what we could do instead?”
He chuckled, and I shoved his legs apart and nestled between his thighs. He brushed wet hair from his brow, and the light caught his wedding ring. I rubbed a pinky against my own, those makeshift rings becoming significant now that we were bonding.
“I want you in me.” He reached for my length and captured the pre-cum teetering on the tip. “Not your finger but your cock, your entire length buried deep inside me.”
His skin shimmered, burnishing his flesh in a warm dusty pink.
“And let me look at you while you fuck me.” He pulled the head of my cock to his entrance. There was an urgency about these movements, and I wasn’t going to deny him, or myself of what I’d yearned for since we met.
I pushed in a little, allowing him to adjust to my girth.
Dellie’s breathing quickened, his panting puncturing the silence, and when it slowed, he whispered, “That’s just one inch. You have a lot of inches remaining.”
I did, and I puffed out my chest.
Hovering over him, I tamped down the lust that was curling through my body, making its way into all my dips and curves. I licked my lips, relishing the remnants of his cum.
“More, please,” he begged.
I was struck by a fluttering in my belly. What if I disappointed him? But this was my Dellie, my one and only, and I put all other thoughts aside as I slid my cock into him. He was so tight, and he gripped around me as if wanting to own me. But he already did.
Keeping my eyes on him, I placed a hand on either side of his body. He grunted and raised his knees, allowing my length to penetrate him deeper. I wanted him so bad, all of him, not just his hole, dick, and lips, but everything that made up my mate.
A motor revved in the distance, reminding me there was another world outside this bedroom, but I was focused on Dellie’s face. There was a ghost of a smile on his lips, and he urged me to go faster, but I deliberately pulled out slowly so he felt every inch as I withdrew. With only the tip remaining, I waited, keeping him in suspense until I slammed into him.
“I love being inside you.”
He grabbed my butt and squeezed, then gave it a tiny tap.
“Like that, is it?”
His eyes grew big and his mouth formed an O. “It is,” he whispered and smacked me. His hand on my butt sent me spiraling, images in my head of him tying me up as my cock rammed into his channel.
Gods, I was big, and it was a snug fit inside him as I plowed in, each thrust resulting in moans and grunts from both of us. But we fit together perfectly, and I couldn’t get enough of his tight channel, his hands grasping my arms, and his panting and tiny mewls. As I thrust into him, a flush grazed his face and chest, and I licked from his belly button to his throat. Goosebumps danced behind me, leaving a trail of spiked skin.
My mate pulled me close and nibbled my bottom lip as I fucked him, while my hand crept over his hip, now laced with droplets of sweat, and I took hold of his cock.
“Hunter!” He rapped a hand over my own, and we pumped together while my length claimed him. “I don’t want this to end but?—”
“My dearest Dellie, don’t hold back. We are bonded already, nothing can come between us.”
We pumped his length, the tugs becoming faster and more frantic as his shallow breathing and heaving chest told me he was close. He gripped my hand tightly, his eyes on mine as he bit his lower lip. Then his mouth parted, he arched his back, and his eyes closed.
His other hand pulled me close so when he released with a fiery, “Ahhhh” his warm breath billowed over me.
His hand flopped to the side and his knees slumped as I filled him until that lighter-than-air feeling and intense warmth flooded my belly, and I released inside him. As my cum pumped into his channel, my knot swelled, and we were bonded once more.