Chapter 14 #2
She brought her hand to her stomach and hesitated before her fingers trailed lower. Her breath broke and her hips tilted up to meet her own touch. She was so wet I could see it, and the sound she made when she ran her fingers over her clit nearly put me on my knees.
“That’s it.” My voice came out rough and demanding.
Her back bowed off the mattress, and she moaned, and I stroked myself harder, jaw tight, watching her work herself for me.
Her hand shook against her skin, her breath climbing higher, and her eyes locked on me as she circled her clit. The way she touched herself for me was nothing like the pretty, careful image I’d conjured in my head.
It was messier. She was needy.
She whimpered as she slipped her fingers lower, sinking two of them inside herself, hips rolling up off the bed to chase more. I could hear her wetness, the slick sound damn near obscene.
“Hunter,” she said my name like a plea, and she gripped her own breast hard enough to leave red marks on her skin.
I was off the chair before she finished saying it.
I gripped her by the thighs and wrenched her to the edge of the mattress and her fingers stilled. She stared up at me, and every muscle in her body tensed for whatever I was about to do next.
I braced a hand on her and spread her wide, tilting her hips until her cunt was open and shining for me, and for a split second, I just stared and let every shameless, greedy, and fucked-up part of me light up with possession.
I let my thumb drag along the inside of her thigh before I caught her wrist, the one she’d used to touch herself, and brought it back down between her legs.
“Keep going,” I said, voice rough enough to scrape. “Don’t you fucking stop.”
She let out a little choked whine, like the command alone was enough to undo her, but her hand started moving again, fingers trembling as she drew tight circles over her clit. Her whole body bucked against her hand, even as she tried to watch my reaction through half-lidded, glassy eyes.
I leaned in and bit her inner thigh hard enough to leave a mark, and she cried out and her hips jerked toward my mouth. I pressed them back down and held her there. I let her feel how little control she had over any of this while I watched her fingers work herself open.
I dropped to my knees on the bed, between her thighs, and every ragged little noise she made went straight to my cock.
“You like showing off for me like this?”
“Yes.” No hesitation. Not even a breath of it.
I groaned low and covered her hand with mine, pressing her fingers harder against her clit, and she cried out. Her whole body clenched, and I could feel how soaked she was, how swollen, how close. I dragged her fingers through it, making her feel every bit of the mess she’d made for me.
My name tumbled past her lips, and I shoved her hand to her stomach, pinning it there so she had nothing left but the bare ache of being open for me.
I braced a hand on her thigh and dragged her forward, holding her open while I lined myself up. I drove into her, trying my hardest to show some fucking restraint, but there wasn’t a chance in hell.
I groaned at the feel of her, hot and tight and so goddamn wet I nearly lost myself right then. My hands locked around her wrists and pinned them above her head so there was nothing between us but the way I fucked her.
My world narrowed to my grip on her wrists, the greedy clench of her cunt around my cock, and the desperate sound she made as I rolled my hips into her. It was so raw, so fucking real, that it took me a second to realize what I’d done.
I wasn’t wearing a condom.
I’d never done that before, not with anyone, and it felt reckless and selfish, but I didn’t stop.
“Maggie.”
She moaned and arched into me, one hand slipping free from my hold and finding her breast. She squeezed and twisted her nipple between her fingers, and I couldn’t help myself. I bent down, closing my mouth over her fingers and nipple, and my tongue circled her until she gasped.
Her other hand fisted in my hair and held me there as if daring me to take more, and my head was spinning with my need. I pulled back enough to see her face, and I hovered above her, arms braced on either side.
“Fuck, Maggie.” I forced myself to stop and look in her eyes. “I’m bare inside you right now.”
She reached up and ran her hand along my jaw, and for a second, I thought she might push me away. Instead, her fingers curled around my neck and pulled me closer, and the sound she made was low and filthy and nothing like the girl I’d spent years being careful around.
I drove into her as I reached down and wrapped her leg around my hip.
“You ever let anyone else fuck you raw, Sunshine?” The words came out rough, more possessive than I’d meant, but I was past the point of pretending I didn’t want to ruin her for anyone else.
Her answer was a whimper, head thrown back, neck arched to bare the vulnerable column of her throat. I leaned in and sucked on the skin just above her pulse, leaving a mark I hoped would outlast the night.
“Answer me,” I said, gritting the words through my teeth as I drove into her, every thrust a demand.
“No one.”
That did something to me, something reckless, and I slowed, grinding into her so she could feel every inch as my eyes met hers. “Me neither,” I said, watching her face. “Only you.”
I laced my fingers with hers as a moan slipped from her lips, holding her hand to the bed above her head, and let my other hand roam over her body, memorizing the heat and pulse of her.
She was trembling, lips parted, eyes glassy and fixed on mine.
When I let my thumb graze her clit, she nearly came apart right then.
Before she could even shudder, I gripped her hips and flipped her onto her stomach. Her gasp was muffled, lost in the tangle of sheets, and I caught sight of the mirror leaning against her wall and our reflection in the moonlight.
I dragged her ass up until she was on her hands and knees, and God, I’d never seen anything so fucking hot as the sight of her wrecked and waiting for me. I drove into her, raw and deep, holding her open with my hands on her ass.
I thrust deep, groaning at the sound of our bodies meeting, the slap of skin on skin and the broken, choked sound that ripped out of her throat. I braced her with one arm, keeping her ass up for me, and let my other hand tangle in her hair, winding it tightly until her head snapped back.
Each thrust had her gasping and arching, shoving herself back onto my cock like she couldn’t get enough.
The mirror on her wall caught everything. I watched my hands on her body, the way I held her open. I watched her face in the glass, and I couldn’t stop looking.
I wanted to burn the sight into my brain so I’d never forget what she looked like in this moment, when she was finally mine.
She tipped her ass higher, and I slammed into her harder and faster, chasing the sound of her cries as they tumbled out of her. I could feel her trembling and tightening around me so hard I almost lost it. My fingers dug into her, spreading her so I could watch myself slide in and out.
I leaned over her, the weight of my body pinning her down, and pulled her head back so I could kiss the side of her neck. She whimpered, then twisted so she could see my face, like she wanted to see how much I needed her.
I slid a hand under her and hauled her up with me until her back was flush against my chest. I threaded my hand down between her legs, found her clit, and she jolted.
“Fuck, Hunter. Please.”
“Look at us.” I gripped her jaw and turned her face to the mirror.
I worked her open with two fingers spread wide so she could see everything—the way she stretched around me, how wet she’d made us both, how deep I was buried inside her.
“Hunter…” She moaned my name, trying to look away, but I tightened my grip, refusing to let her escape.
“We’re friends, right?” I growled, throwing her earlier words back at her. “There are no rules that say friends can’t fuck like this, that they can’t watch each other like this.”
Her eyes met mine in the mirror and what I saw there was damn near feral.
Her cheeks were flushed as her eyes trailed down us and watched the place my body disappeared inside hers.
I worked my cock deep, grinding her down against my hand, my thumb torturing her clit until her moans turned into a string of curses and fractured prayers.
I wanted to memorize every angle, every unguarded sound, every time her hips bucked back to meet mine.
“Oh, God. Hunter, I can’t— I’m so close. Please, please don’t stop.” The pleading in her voice was like a fucking drug.
I pressed my thumb harder against her clit and worked my cock deeper. In the mirror, her mouth dropped open on a throaty little moan.
“That’s it,” I said, voice thick with everything I’d been holding back. “Show me how fucking pretty you are when you come on my cock.”
Her whole body arched as she shattered around me. Her thighs shook and her cunt clenched so tightly around me I lost my goddamn breath. She tried to twist away, but I kept her pinned against me.
I gently worked my thumb against her clit, chasing the last trembling aftershocks in her cunt as she sobbed my name. I dragged every ounce of it out of her, watched her come apart in the mirror, and only then did I let myself go.
The orgasm hit me hard, shaking my whole fucking body.
I gripped her hips so hard I knew she’d feel it tomorrow, and I pumped into her in rough thrusts, gritting her name through my teeth as I came.
I felt every wild clench of her body, every desperate shudder that rippled through her, and it felt so fucking right to spill inside her.
We crashed forward onto the mattress. For a long moment, neither of us moved. Her face was buried in the sheets, gasping for breath, and the sight was something I’d have burned in my memory for the rest of my life.
I didn’t move. I didn’t want to do anything but watch her while my cum leaked from her, seeping down the inside of her thighs and staining the sheets below us.
Her breathing slowed, every exhale dragging slower, and I traced the line of moonlight that glowed over her skin. I couldn’t look away from her, not when every bone in my body ached with the need to keep her like this.
I’d spent years wishing Maggie was mine, and now that I’d had her, there was no way in hell I’d let her go.