Chapter 15 Bunny - Present #2
My throat constricts around him, and he throws his head back on the sofa, releasing a shuddering groan before snapping his head forward again, desperate not to miss a moment.
I take my time, savoring every inch of him as he pulls out and pushes in again, over and over, picking up the pace. Saliva pools at the corners of my mouth, drawing another groan from Hunter.
“You asked how many times I’ve thought of this,” he murmurs, stroking my hair encouragingly. “How many times I’ve imagined fucking your face.”
“Mmhmm,” I moan around him, eliciting a sharp gasp followed by his dark chuckle.
“I can’t give you a number, Little Rabbit, because it’s been too many fucking times. But I can tell you, I’m going to make it a reality right now.” Hunter’s grip tightens as he slams back into my mouth.
He’s true to his word, holding my head down as he snaps his hips with reckless abandon.
Tears stream down my cheeks as he blocks my airway, stretching my throat as he forces himself in until I’m gagging and sputtering with my nose pressed against his pelvis.
My nails dig into the meat of his thighs, wanting to take everything he has to give.
Wanting to show him that there’s no other woman on this fucking planet who can make him feel the way I do.
“Oh yeah. Fuck yeah. Such a good fucking girl taking my cock. That’s because your throat was made for it, wasn’t it, baby? This is my fucking throat, just like that’s my fucking pussy that’s dripping all over the floor. Isn’t it?”
I’m so focused on trying to please him, and not scrape my teeth along his swollen flesh, that I don’t answer him. My eyes screw shut as he picks up his pace, relentlessly using my mouth in a way I didn’t think he was capable of.
I don’t hate it. In fact, I love the feeling of him using me like this. I love knowing it’s me that makes him feel this way. Knowing he’s thought of this with me for years. Me and no one else.
“Fuck, I love that mouth. That’s it. Suck my cock like the little slut you are,” Hunter growls.
An orgasm hits me, and I cry out around him, partly from the pressure giving way between my legs as I tense my lower body, and partly because it catches me completely off guard.
How did I possibly come from this? There wasn’t even any stimulation, just humping the air as Hunter used my mouth.
“Fuck, you just came didn’t you? You dirty fucking slut.” Hunter lets me go to fist his cock. “Open that pretty mouth so I can come.”
I stick my tongue out, breathing harshly as he pulls out and roughly pumps himself twice before thick, white jets of his cum shoot onto my tongue.
“Fuck, yes. So. Fucking. Good,” he moans, sliding himself back and forth until he’s coated all of it. “Now swallow.”
Once more, I do as I’m told, the thick substance leaving an aftertaste that floods my mouth with saliva. Hunter grips my face, pinching my cheeks to pop it back open. I stick my tongue out at him, showing that I swallowed every last drop he gave me.
Smug satisfaction flows through me. At least, until I watch his face shift, his features softening, as if he’s just now realizing what he’s done. How he just treated me.
He drops his hold like touching me burns him, and quickly tucks himself away, refusing to meet my eyes. “I’m gonna go.”
What?
Suddenly, the fact that my lower half is on display, sticky and swollen with need, has me super self-conscious. I scramble to my feet, pulling my skirt down. “What? Why?”
Hunter doesn’t answer me. Instead, he crosses the room, still fastening his pants, before bending to grab his broken phone from the floor.
“This was a mistake,” he mutters, so silently I nearly miss it.
My cheeks heat as an embarrassed flush spreads through my body. “Why was this a mistake?”
I’m genuinely confused. A few minutes ago, this man was treating my mouth like a Fleshlight, and now he looks dissatisfied, like the product didn’t meet his expectations.
Tears prick my lashes. “Was it not good?”
I hate that I ask. Hate the way my voice trembles and the damn breaks, letting a single tear fall.
Hunter whips around, his face pained, as if the question physically hurt him. “Are you serious?”
I shrug, forcing my voice steady. “You’re acting disappointed.”
“Tch.” He huffs. “You want to know why I look disappointed?” At my lifted brows, he continues, “I look disappointed because all I’ve ever wanted to do was give you the world, but you’d rather I treat you like trash. It’s so fucking sad.”
I rear back as if he struck me. “Excuse me?”
“Yeah, you heard me.” He steps closer, anger creeping in. “You don’t respond to me being nice—to treating you the way you deserve. You get hot and bothered when I’m an asshole who just takes what he wants.”
“Well excuse the fuck out of me for wanting to suck your dick, Hunter.” What the actual fuck is his problem? I thought we just had a nice fucking time there. He sure as shit looked like he was having a blast two minutes ago. Why the sudden change of heart?
His answer lands like a stone. “I’m not your husband, Bunny.” Melancholy roughens his tone. “You deserve more than what he did to you. You know that, right? You deserve flowers, and chocolates, and surprise dates just because it’s Wednesday.”
I flinch when his thumb drifts toward my scar. I didn’t sticker it since I’m in the comfort of my own home, but I wish I had with the way Hunter is staring at the spot, pity heavy in his amber eyes.
“I seriously can’t believe you’re complaining right now.” I smack his hand away.
“I’m not complaining,” he says quickly. “What just happened was… incredible.”
“Then why the fuck—”
“Because you deserve better,” he cuts in.
“And if that’s what gets you going, I’m not judging.
But you need to know you can also let yourself appreciate someone taking care of you—in every way that counts.
This,” he touches his chest, laying a palm over his heart, “is not contingent on that.” He motions back to the sofa.
“Well color me confused. Because you seemed to enjoy yourself just as much as I did. I don’t want sunshine and rainbows right now—you know that. So why are you turning this into something it’s not?”
“Whatever. Keep denying your feelings.” He shakes his head and moves past me toward the door.
“Only you would turn a blow job into a problem, Hunter!” I shout at his back, incredulous.
“And only you would let someone treat you like a whore but not let them love you the way you deserve.”
A second later, the door slams.
What the actual fuck just happened?