Chapter 37
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Eleanor
Christmas came early, and I almost didn’t.
W orst. Timing. Ever. It’s like the universe is conspiring against me. Could these parcels have turned up any other time but the minute we are both out? I sigh, propping myself up on Hunter’s back as he continues up the stairs. Yes, statistically they should have, and then I could have hidden my impulsive purchases and pretended they never even happened. Now I have zero chance of Hunter not opening his treat box, and probably mine.
We enter the apartment and are greeted by Charlie’s excited wiggling body. He gives me a funny look at still being plastered over Hunter’s shoulder. It’s not my choice, so you can blame your daddy.
“Would these boxes be better opened in the kitchen or the bedroom?” Hunter taunts.
“They would be better left unopened.”
He snorts. “Bedroom it is then.”
Am I that easy to read? I always thought I was closed off, that people only saw what I wanted them to see. Hunter blasts through all my walls like they are made of paper. It’s disorientating but freeing. I don’t have to pretend to be someone I’m not with him.
He drops the two boxes on the bed. “Charlie, couch,” he instructs and closes the door as the pooch sulks off.
“I think he needs to go out. I can?—”
“I already took him out before I came to the bakery.”
My mouth snaps closed, and Hunter gently guides me onto the bed next to the boxes.
“I need your shirt,” he says.
I rake my gaze over his chest. “I don’t think it will fit you.”
He snaps his fingers, and I huff as I drag it over my head and thrust it into his waiting hands. He balls it up and uses it to wipe the residual flour from his face and hair. I can’t believe he walked through the town like that. He has no shame. His hot gaze roams over my full breasts encased in white lace. I know they aren’t exactly proportional to my size—they’re a bit too much of a handful, but we get what we get and learn to work with it the best we can. Being stared at by Hunter like this though, makes me feel warm all over. He looks at me like I am perfect. Does he need to get his eyes checked?
“Shall we open them together?” he asks with an amused tilt to his lips as he throws my shirt in the corner of the room.
I twist and rise to my knees before snatching my box and tearing into it. I’m not embarrassed. He will be, though. Accepting the challenge, he opens his box, and as he roots around the plastic air pockets protecting the contents, he freezes.
“Oh, trouble, it’s not even my birthday.”
“No, it’s October seventeenth.”
He snorts as my box falls open, and he peeks over. “You bought yourself the same toy I stole?”
I fold my arms, raising a challenging brow. “What of it?”
He shakes his head as he pulls out a small white box and tips the contents into his palm. “What’s this?” he asks, holding the rubber ring in his hand.
“A cock ring.”
He blinks, a look of confusion and intrigue flashing across his face. “What does it do?”
“This one has a small vibrating unit. When you put it on, if you twist it to the bottom, it sits against your balls. Or if you twist it up when you’re having sex, it will sit against her clit.”
“We and your.”
It’s my turn to blink in confusion. “What?”
“When we are having sex, it’s against your clit.”
Oh. Heat twists low in my stomach, adding to the sparks he wound up in the bakery.
He places it to the side, then pulls out a small anal plug. His face flushes. “For me? You shouldn’t have.”
“Apparently, it puts pressure on your prostate and makes your orgasm stronger.”
A smirk wipes away his tentative curiosity. “I’m already going to struggle not to come like a teenager with you, Ellie. I don’t need extra things helping it along.”
All this talk of sex makes me agitated. I need him to skip the teasing. Now. I lean back and peel my sneakers off, my jeans quickly following. He watches me intently, taking in every single dip and curve I own and making me feel powerful. For the first time in my life, I don’t feel the need to shield my scars, both inside and out. I know, deep down, Hunter would never hurt me.
He swallows as I curl my thumbs into the sides of the matching lace panties. “Wait.”
I freeze. Did I get this wrong? “You don’t want to?”
“Oh no, I want to. But first, we’re going to finish unpacking these.” He gestures at the two boxes. “You made Christmas come early, trouble. It’s only fair we celebrate appropriately.”
He reaches inside my box and pulls out two “couple” things. One is a dildo that is attached to the end of a suction thing. Who the hell knows why it was in the couples’ section. But it’s bigger than anything I have ever owned, and a little intimidating.
He smirks at the purple glittery dildo and puts it to one side. “That could be very useful.”
“How?”
The word is out before I can stop it. He winks, then plucks out a pair of leather restraints. “You want to be tied up?” he asks, his eyes wide. His voice has dropped a little deeper, curling around me and sparking more of my arousal.
“I think so.”
“You’ve never done it before?”
I shake my head. To give someone that kind of power is terrifying. I’ve always been interested in trying, but I’ve never trusted someone with my body completely until now. It’s something I want with him. He’s been so clear about consent that it’s nurturing a level of trust I never thought I would achieve. He opens his bedside drawer and drops the restraints as well as his cock ring and the butt plug into it before sliding it closed. Okay then, I guess he’s taking control of them, which makes sense. I can’t use them alone, and the other items are technically for him.
He drops both boxes to the floor and crawls onto the bed, crowding me back until my head hits the comforter. “You are so fucking beautiful, Ellie, and you’ve been taking care of yourself for so long. I get that letting me in is a struggle.”
Actually, the worrying part is that it’s not a struggle. He’s already been let in. I wrap my hand around the back of his head and drag his lips to mine. The kiss seals my fate as he steals my breath. I am falling for him. Over the course of two weeks, I’ve gone from being irritated at having him in my space to wondering where he is if I can’t see him.
His mouth puts pressure on mine, coaxing my lips open so he can tease me with his tongue. It’s erotic and sensual, and sends fire sizzling down my spine, making me grow wetter and needier. I’m empty, and the only solution is to have him inside of me.
My hands tear at his shirt, and I wrestle it off his body, making him break the kiss, which makes me growl. I don’t want his mouth anywhere else but on me.
His breath comes faster as I roll my hips up and rub against his jeans where I need him the most. I’m almost frantic, and it’s something I’ve never experienced before. This loss of control is heady. Carnal. Passionate. Why isn’t he already inside me?
He mutters a curse in my ear and grabs my hands, forcing them flat against the bed near the sides of my head. “I need a minute.”
“I need you.”
He sucks in a shocked breath. “You know what I’ve been thinking about for days, trouble?”
Thinking? Why do we need to think? I do too much of that. I want to feel. He slides down my body, and hooks his fingers into the sides of my panties as he slides them off my legs. Yes.
He stands and looks down at me, his eyes so dark they’re nearly black. My legs are open, unashamed of my nakedness, too needy and desperate to care right now. He moves around to the other side of the bed and opens the drawer, retrieving my pink soul sucker and placing it in my hand. “Are you wet enough to put that inside you?”
I nod, my mouth tight with confusion. “But this isn’t what I want.”
He chuckles. “I know. Humor me.”
My nostrils flare when I notice the red welts on his arms for the first time. “What happened?”
He glances at them and grimaces. “I’ll explain later. It’s nothing sexual, and nothing for you to worry about.” I don’t doubt the first statement. He is not the type of man to keep two women at the same time; it doesn’t fit. However, I can’t help but worry. He’s hurt, and he’s hiding whatever did this to him. “I promise I will explain, but right now, I want you to slide that toy into your tight pussy and turn it on. I’ll be right back.”
He disappears into the closet, and I do as he asks without hesitation. I don’t want to miss a moment of anything this man is willing to show me. He is the only one to ever give me pleasure, and I will follow his lead. Sliding it in deep, satisfying some of the desperation within me, I position the part over my clit that emits a pulse of air mimicking suction, although now I’ve experienced and fallen apart on Hunter’s tongue, I don’t think anything will ever compare. Switching on the power, the lowest setting starts, inside and out, as Hunter walks back into the room.
He runs a hand over his face as he strides around the bed and slides in next to me so he’s lying in the opposite direction. His face is level with my pussy, and he’s still got his jeans on, but they’re undone and I can make out the outline of his swelling cock behind his cotton boxers. It occurs to me he’s had his tongue inside me, and I’ve never even seen him.
The vibration and suction suddenly kick up a notch, making me cry out and bow off the bed. All thoughts of reaching into his jeans die as he mercilessly teases me. Every time I get close, he dials it down, and when I try to touch anywhere but my breasts, he stops the vibrations completely.
“Fucking hell, trouble,” he breathes. “You are stunning.”
“I need you to let me come,” I snarl.
His lips twitch, and I debate breaking his nose to steal the tiny remote and take control. Trust the process, my mind begs.
“Edging is an art form. The end result is always worth it.”
“Edging is an excuse for not being able to get the job done.”
He tsks. “Trying to goad me, trouble? You should know better.”
He sighs and the torment ends, which is even worse. Everything stops, and I almost cry in frustration. Almost. I force myself to glare at my tormentor instead. He trails his fingers from my ankle to my core, reaching between my legs and sliding the toy free. It’s covered in my arousal, and he grins as he makes a show of licking it—again.
“You have issues,” I whisper, assuming we’re now at the good part. He’s going to slide inside me, and then, for the first time in my life, I’m going to know what it feels like to come around a cock.
“You taste like heaven,” he groans, enjoying every drop and making me jealous of a silicone dick.
He jumps off the bed and strides away, taking my toy, his cock, and my orgasm with him. I lie in shock for a minute before the sound of the shower switching on reaches me. He did not just leave me here. My hand falls between my legs but stalls. No, no, no. I won’t be reduced to solo orgasms now. That’s unfair and unsatisfactory. I’m off the bed, storming through the closet, and bursting into the bathroom already filling with steam before I can think.
“You need to finish what you started,” I snap as I round the glass door and freeze. He’s naked and has a fist around his cock, which he pumps slow but hard. My insides tighten in anticipation and fear. That thing is huge. There is no way it even fits inside another human being. It’s not possible. No one could take something so big.
“Come here and take what you need then,” he rumbles.
I take a small step back. “Is there any way to shrink that thing?”
“No, Eleanor.” He reaches out, grabs my hand, and drags me to him. “This is all I’ve got. You’re going to love it.”
“It won’t fit.”
“You’ll take me.”
Then his mouth is on mine, kissing away any protest and soothing my nerves with flicks of his tongue against mine. He leans his forehead against me and traces his nose with mine. “We need to work you up to it though, and I need to make sure I’ve come at least twice to make it good for you.”
“I think I would beat you to orgasm with how much you’ve teased me today.”
“I wouldn’t be so sure, trouble.” He drops to his knees and runs his tongue over my nipple, tugging on the metal with perfect pressure. My hands fall into his hair, and I groan as he torments the other breast with his fingers. Every nerve is alight, hyper aware of the man worshiping my scarred body, and the added heat slicing down from the shower is almost too much to bear.
I whimper, my knees nearly collapsing beneath me. “I can’t take much more.”
His hands go between my thighs, and he nudges them apart before pushing me back against the tiled wall, the temperature change pushing my climax out of reach.
What is that? I try to move to see what is poking against my ass, but he holds me still. “Open your legs wider, trouble.” My hands clutch his shoulders, my nails digging into his flesh, and he stares up at me with water hanging heavy on his lashes. “If you want to come, you need to trust me.”
I lick my lips and widen my stance. He reaches between my legs, and the thing against my ass moves. Oh... He guides my new dildo against my opening and positions it so the tip breaches me. “I don’t want toys, I want you.”
“And you’ll get me, but I need to see how much you can take first.”
I relax and move my hips a little, rotating to let it slide in deeper. I gasp at the stretch, the pain mixing with the pleasure more overwhelming that I expected. I never knew pain could feel good.
“This is hands down the hottest thing I have ever seen in my life.” I glance down, seeing he’s wrapped his hand around himself once more, his movements timed with my own, like he’s imagining it’s me wrapped around him. “Can you take a little more?”
I move and cry out at the pressure as more of the toy slides into me. It’s not bad, just different. This is how he’s going to feel inside of me, only better.
“Fuck, that’s it. Good girl, trouble. Show me how you’d take me.”
“Hunter, I need?—”
He leans forward and places his lips around my clit and sucks hard. I shatter. A million fucking stars rain down around me as my world tilts on its axis, and I know being in Hunter King’s arms will mean I’m never the same again. Nothing should feel this good. He groans and hot jets of semen hit my legs before disappearing with the cascade of water around us.
The walls spin as he guides me off the toy, and it’s like I’m floating on a cloud as he wraps me in a big fluffy towel before carrying me back to our bed. I’ll close my eyes for a minute, only a minute... then blissful sleep hits heavier than ever before, and I curl inside the arms of the man who gave me the stars.