Chapter 13 #2
I opened my mouth to say something, but all that came out was a strangled noise as my ass rolled shamelessly against the hard ridge at the front of his jeans. The friction ripped a moan out of me, and he pressed in harder, grinding his cock against my ass.
My palms dragged uselessly against the wall. There was nothing to hold on to, nothing to do but feel him everywhere, his body a cage I had no interest in escaping.
“Please touch me,” I breathed.
A rough sound tore out of him and his thumb slid lower, enough to make me gasp but not nearly enough to give me what I needed. He knew exactly what he was doing, making me earn it, making me say it out loud so there was no pretending afterward that I hadn’t wanted this.
I braced myself with both hands against the wall and tried to draw breath around the ache he’d set loose in me. My whole body was hot and tight, but it wasn’t enough. It was never enough where Hunter was concerned.
His nose grazed along my jaw and then his hand slid between my legs. Two fingers pressed against my clit with just enough pressure to make me desperate for more, and I whimpered.
“Hunter—”
He pressed harder, just barely, before he slid them lower.
“Jesus, Maggie,” he groaned when he felt how wet I was, and I reached back, wrapping my hand around the back of his neck.
Every part of me throbbed as my nails dug into his skin, and he made a deep, guttural sound that vibrated through his chest and into my back.
His fingers parted me before sliding through my wetness, and I rocked against his hand, all self-preservation gone.
Each time I did, he gave me a little more, went a little deeper, until his fingers finally pushed inside me.
He pressed his lips to my ear, breath ragged, and said, “Beg for it.” He dragged his fingers up through my wetness and pressed them against my clit in small, light circles. “Tell me what you need.”
“Please,” I whispered, but he wasn’t satisfied. I could feel it in the way his body went still behind me and his hand locked in place like he was waiting for more.
My pride fought it, but I heard myself moan his name. But still, he didn’t move.
“Please,” I said, louder this time. “Hunter, I need you to fuck me.”
A low, rough sound dragged out of him, and his fingers pressed hard against my clit before he pulled his hand away entirely.
“That’s my girl.” His mouth scraped over the shell of my ear and the stubble of his jaw burned a line down my neck.
In a single motion, he spun me to face him, pinning my back to the wall. I barely had time to suck in a breath before his hands were under my ass, hoisting me up.
I wrapped my legs around him instinctively as the hallway dissolved in a blur of motion and heat. My shoulders slammed into the wall, and his mouth was on mine. He bit at my bottom lip, then soothed it with his tongue, and I let him take whatever he wanted.
He walked us across the hallway, every step a jolt of friction where my pussy met the hard line of his straining jeans.
I dug my heels into his back, grinding shamelessly into him.
My arms wrapped around his neck, fingers buried in his hair, and his hands gripped my thighs so tight I felt bruises blooming.
I wanted the bruises, wanted the proof of him on my skin tomorrow.
We crashed into the kitchen, and he didn’t slow down as he set me down hard on the edge of the island, the granite biting into the backs of my thighs. His hands were everywhere, roaming up my ribs, splaying over my waist, pinning me flat to the countertop.
He pushed my shirt up and over my breasts, and I caught the look of hunger in his eyes that was so focused my breath stuttered. His hands found my bare skin, and he bent to kiss my stomach, teeth scraping until I gasped.
He was relentless. His mouth dragged over me, and he wrapped his arms under my knees, yanking me so close to the edge that my pussy was flush against the thick seam of his zipper. He rocked into me once, hard, and my back bowed off the counter.
Hunter’s hands went to my hips, and in one deft motion, he popped the button on my shorts, dragging the zipper down so slowly it was torture. He looked up at me as he slid the shorts down my hips, taking my panties with them, and I gasped as the cool air hit my skin.
He cursed under his breath as he dropped to his knees, pulling my legs over his shoulders. He didn’t look away, not for a second, as he pressed his mouth to the inside of my thigh and slowly ran his tongue over my skin.
I wanted to scream, but he was already nudging higher, kissing every inch of my skin as he came closer and closer to where I needed him most.
His breath shuddered across my skin as he wrapped his hands around my thighs, spreading me wider and dragging me closer to him until my ass was almost entirely off the counter. The cold island bit into my back, but his mouth burned everywhere it landed.
“I’ve thought about this for so long, Sunshine.” The words rasped out of him as a gentle kiss landed, impossibly soft, against my bare pussy.
My hips lurched off the countertop, and his hands clamped around my thighs, holding me wide and still. He looked up, catching my gaze, and the sight of him on his knees before me made my chest ache.
His mouth curled into a smug, wicked smile. “You’ve got the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.” The words sounded unholy coming from him, voice low and reverent, then he dragged his tongue up my slit so lazily that I made some ridiculous, unhinged sound.
He nipped at the inside of my thigh before he did it again, this time lingering over my clit until my entire body arched off the granite.
He groaned and pressed his mouth harder against me, tongue circling my clit, and I almost came right then. But he backed off, just enough to tease, and then did it again, alternating between sucking, flicking, and licking me until I was sobbing his name.
My thighs tried to close around him, but he forced them wider, a low warning sound vibrating against me. Then one hand moved, sliding up my inner thigh, and I felt his fingers press against me. His thumb slid up to my clit, circling it gently, before his fingers pushed inside me.
I pulled at his hair, and he groaned as he crooked his fingers inside me and his tongue flattened against my clit.
I was trembling. I was begging, shameless and raw. My hips rocked against his face, searching for more, for something that would push me over the edge. His tongue and fingers moved hard and fast, then soft and featherlight, until I was sobbing his name.
His hand held me open and helpless, and I felt the wet heat of his mouth everywhere, the scrape of stubble on my thighs, the slick slide of his tongue pushing me closer and closer to the edge. He pressed in deeper, curling his fingers just right, and the pleasure hit me like a freight train.
He groaned and the vibration tore through my clit.
I came apart completely, thighs clamping around his head, back arching off the granite, one hand fisting his hair so hard he made a sound that only pushed me further.
He didn’t slow down. He pinned my hips back down and kept going, relentlessly wringing every last shudder out of me until I was limp and whimpering his name.
He kissed his way up my stomach as he rose, and when he finally reached my mouth, he gripped my jaw and kissed me hard. I tasted myself on his tongue and a broken noise clawed out of my throat. Hunter swallowed it down, tongue rough and greedy as he kissed me.
My thighs were shaking on either side of his hips, and I felt him smile against my throat.
“Hunter. Please.”
He pulled back just enough to look at me, chest heaving, mouth swollen, and the raw hunger in his eyes made my whole body tense. His thumb dragged slowly across my bottom lip.
I licked at the pad of his thumb and watched the way his eyes darkened as he dragged it down my chin, forcing my mouth open wider until he was palming my throat again with one hand and yanking his jeans open with the other.
“I want to ruin you for anyone else.” His hand tightened at my throat, just enough to make my breath catch, and his eyes dropped to watch it happen.
A slow, dark thrill snapped through me, and my pussy clenched as I arched into his grip.
“And you’re going to let me.” He tilted my chin up until I had no choice but to look at him. “Aren’t you, Sunshine?”