Chapter Twenty-Four Lucy
Chapter Twenty-Four
Lucy
Every minute I spend with Hunter, I like him more. He’s not the man I thought he was when we were first introduced. He’s not even the man I thought he was before our date tonight. He’s sweet and sensitive and underestimates himself. And I want him all to myself.
“We didn’t eat,” I say as we tumble into his apartment.
“You’re right,” he says. “I’m going to have to feast on you.”
He has such a dirty mouth, but it’s never too much. He always knows exactly what to say when.
He catches my wrist as I walk by him, and he pulls me back to him. “Take off your jeans,” he hisses. “Right now. I want to see you in nothing but that white T-shirt that’s been driving me wild all night.”
I glance down at my plain white tee. “This?” I pull at it. His eyes flare, like I’m in crotchless panties and pasties. I shift from foot to foot under his gaze and get an idea. If he likes the T-shirt, he’s going to like it a lot more if I deaccessorize.
“I’ll meet you in the bedroom,” I say, cocking my head in a way that says, Please, I’ll make it worth your while.
He holds my gaze, starts to undo the buttons of his shirt, then backs toward the bedroom.
Working quickly, I pull down my jeans, slip off my panties, then unsnap my bra and pull it off while keeping my T-shirt on. The T-shirt is fairly long, and if I were wearing panties, it wouldn’t show them.
I scamper across the living space and into the bedroom. Hunter’s on the bed, naked. Just how I wanted him.
“Hey,” I say, leaning against the doorframe, the T-shirt riding up. I’m not sure if he can see I’m not wearing panties, but he’s craning his neck trying to figure it out.
He’s left his clothes strewn on the floor, clearly eager to be naked as soon as possible. I spin around so I have my back to him and, keeping my legs straight, I bend to pick up his shirt. “Honey, you dropped something.” The cool air against my pussy tells me he can definitely see everything now.
“Fuck, Lucy,” Hunter spits. “That T-shirt should be illegal.”
I straighten and turn back to face him. “This?” I say, circling my hard nipple. He groans and fists his cock. “I don’t wear it very often because you can see right through it.”
“Fuuuck!” He grabs me by the waist and pulls me onto the bed. He starts to climb over me, but I sit.
I wag my finger at him. When he pauses, I gather the edges of the front of my shirt and tie them in a knot.
All the extra fabric has disappeared so that it fits snugly over my breasts.
Instantly he’s on top of me, pressing me down, taking my nipple in his mouth through the cotton.
The fabric is a barrier between me and Hunter’s tongue.
If anything, it should reduce the sensations, but instead, they’re intensified.
He grazes his teeth over the hard nubs, and I arch my back.
It’s almost overwhelming, feeling him want me like this.
He works his mouth, his tongue, his teeth, and I can do nothing but thread my hands through his silky hair.
I’m so wet, I must be dripping onto the sheets.
I’ve never felt so sexy, so wanton, so seductive.
My orgasm stirs at the core of me, but I don’t want to come like this.
I want to stay right here for a little longer.
I shift and Hunter moves away. Gently, I push him onto his back and straddle him. He reaches behind him for a condom, and I take the packet from him, but I don’t open it right away. I tuck it under the sheet. For now, I’m enjoying the teasing . . . the moments before the moment.
I slide my soaked pussy down his cock, not taking my eyes from him. But he’s not looking at me. He’s looking at two wet patches of T-shirt sticking to my erect nipples.
“Fuck, Lucy. I’m never going to forget this visual for as long as I live.”
I flick my hips back and forward, teasing the length of his cock. I could come like this. My entire body is vibrating. Every sense is heightened, every need is merciless, every desire is urgent.
“You’re so totally wet.”
“You feel that?” I tip my head back. “I don’t think I’ve ever been so wet. Even more than last time with you.”
He groans underneath me. I’ve never been chatty in bed. But he makes me feel so desired that it unleashes something in me. He makes me feel like I could say anything in my head and he’d only want me more.
“I do that to you,” he growls.
I nod. “Yeah. You.” I lift my chin. No one else. No one ever.
“Fuuuck,” he growls, and he grabs the condom packet and rips it open.
My entire body is shaking. I don’t think I could get a condom on him if I tried.
I watch as he rolls it on and then grasps his cock at the base.
We lock eyes and an understanding passes between us: This is sex.
It’s really good sex. But it’s something more too.
I’ve never felt so comfortable, so connected, so completely as one with another person.
I lean forward, and he presses his tip into me and grabs a breast in the other hand. I close my eyes in a lazy blink. He feels so good. So big. So perfect inside me. I never want this to end. I want Hunter to fuck me forever.
His hands slide to my hips, and like he knows I’m caught in some kind of lust-filled haze, he starts to move from under me, thrusting upward. My palms press into his chest, and he pushes up, up, up, so deep inside me, stretching me, filling me, owning me.
I’m floating, my limbs weak, my body vibrating. All I can see, think, and feel is him. Hunter. He presses my hips down to meet his, and I groan at how deep he gets. How full I am. How completely at peace I am with him.
“Hunter,” I gasp out. His fingers press just shy of painfully into my hips.
“You’re so sexy,” he pants, thrusting again. “I want to fuck you all night. All day. Forever.”
I twist my hips, trying to give him just a little of what he’s giving me. His groan gives me some satisfaction.
His hands slide to my arms, and he holds them tightly against my body so I can’t move them, using them as an anchor so he can drive into me relentlessly. Over and over, deeper and deeper.
“Hunter,” I cry. It’s too much. It’s too good.
It feels like we were made for each other.
I crumble as my orgasm tears through me.
He thrusts up, and all I can do is take it as I climax, my body shuddering on his cock.
He lets out a roar and thrusts up one final time, both of us reaching the peak at the same time.
I slump forward on his chest. I don’t know which racing heartbeat belongs to him and which is mine.
His breath is ragged against my ear, and he wraps his arms around me tightly.
I’ve never come like that before. Never felt like that before. Never been worshipped the way Hunter worships me.
“You okay?” he asks as our bodies settle.
“I don’t know,” I say, honestly. “I don’t know how I’ll . . .” I feel like life has shifted a little. The physical connection I have with Hunter is new and surprising, and I’m already worried that at some point, I won’t have it.
I feel vulnerable.
“It feels deep, right?” he asks.
I lift my head to see the expression in his eyes. His bright-blue gaze stares back at me, full of concerns. I nod. “Yeah. It feels . . .”
He exhales slowly. “Let’s just . . .”
“Let’s just what?” I ask. I shift off him so I’m lying beside him, and he pulls me back so I’m welded to his side.
“I don’t know, Lucy. This is new territory for me.”
“We said we wouldn’t get involved because we’d end up hating each other and have to be cordial during holidays, and—”
“I know,” he says. “But I don’t think I could ever hate you.”
“You gave it a really decent shot there when we first met.”
He chuckles and presses a kiss on my head. “I didn’t know you. I didn’t know how fucking good you looked in a white T-shirt and nothing else.” He fiddles with the knot in my T-shirt and works it free, then pulls it over my head.
Is this just sex for him? Because it isn’t for me. I don’t want to admit that because I don’t want to create tension, but he sees parts of me no one else has ever seen.
Proving it, he sweeps the hair off my face and dips to press a kiss on my lips. “And as well as being the sexiest girl that ever lived, you’re also smart and funny and driven and so fucking kind it drives me bananas.”
I press my mouth into a line so he can’t see me smile.
“And when you try not to smile . . .” He sweeps his hand down my legs until his fingers find my folds. “It makes me want to do this.” He slips two fingers inside me, his thumb rubbing my clit, while he watches my expression.
“Hunter,” I whisper.
“I want to watch you come,” he says, and his dick twitches. I move my hand to reach for him, but he shifts, shaking his head. “Let me do this. I want to learn all the ways I can touch you that make you feel good.”
I moan at his words and fingers and thumb.
“That feel good? I like exploring your body, your mind. Maybe even your soul from time to time.” His fingers start to thrust, and I fist the sheets.
I don’t know whether it’s because he’s looking at my body laid out for him like he’s inspecting his latest purchase, or whether it’s just his fingers or his words, but I’m so turned on I can feel my climax already starting to build again.
“I don’t want it to feel too good, though,” he says. “Not yet.”
He removes his hand, and I whimper at the lost contact. Then he takes the two fingers that have been inside me and slides them between his lips. “Delicious,” he says. “I want more of that.”
He positions himself between my thighs, and I bring my legs up. He presses my knees wide, exposing me to his stare.
“God, what a beautiful pussy,” he says. “I can see how wet you are. How ready you are for more of me.”
I whimper as his tongue connects with my clit. His hot breath, his quick tongue, and his sharp teeth all work together to make me throb and pulse. I arch my back, I’m so overwhelmed with the way he seems to know exactly how much pressure to apply, the exact right rhythm.
“Hunter,” I scream.
He pulls back, and I feel cool air on my pussy.
“Fuck. I have to be inside you.” He grabs a condom from the dresser and rips it open.
“I’m about to come just from tasting you.
Just from hearing your sounds.” He rolls on the condom and drives into me, hard and fast. “I can’t get enough of you.
” His arms cage me in as he thrusts into me, and the feeling of fullness is in such a stark contrast to his tongue that it wakes a different part of my climax.
I move my body so we’re in sync. Sweat sheens his body, making him more god than man as he looms above me.
All I can think about is how I don’t want this to end.
“Tell me what you’re thinking,” he gasps out, barely able to form words.
“You feel so good. I want you to fuck me like this every day.” My words are scrambled, but I have no choice but to tell him.
“Like we fit.”
Like we’re perfect together.
I clench at the thought, and our eyes widen as we both tip over into bliss at the exact same moment.
He collapses on top of me, his sweat-covered torso pinned against mine, panting, exhausted, satiated. The weight of him makes me feel safe and cared for and yes, like he’s perfect for me. I wrap my arms and legs around him.
“Fuck, Lucy. If there was an Olympics for sex, we’d take gold for sure.”
My stomach makes a gurgling sound, and I laugh.
“Was that you?”
“We skipped dinner, remember?”
“Let me get my phone. We can order something.”
I prop my head up on my hand as I watch him locate his phone. He has such a nice ass. A nice back. A really great penis.
He must feel me watching him, because he glances over at me as he picks up his phone. “What?”
I shrug. “Just watching you.”
“You want me to fuck you again before the food comes?”
Even though I should be spent and exhausted, somehow, he stokes desire in me again. “Maybe,” I say.
“Jesus Christ. Let’s order, or we’re going to get into it again and you’re going to die of hunger before any food actually arrives.”
“Sounds good,” I say.
“Unless you want to go out,” he says, throwing me a look I can’t quite place. “I mean, I don’t want you to think this is just about . . . You know, we were meant to go to dinner, and we only managed a drink and—”
“I know this isn’t just sex,” I blurt out. I had to say it. I had to lay my cards on the table, almost like a challenge.
“Right,” he says. “It’s more than that.” He presses a kiss to my head. “But the sex is phenomenal.”
“Right,” I reply. “The sex is great.”
I sit up on the bed, my legs crossed so he can see my pussy.
“Let me order something that will take at least forty minutes.”
I lean back, watching him as he hits his phone frantically, over and over, then tosses it over his shoulder. “Sustenance is on its way. In the meantime—”
He grabs an ankle and pulls me to the edge of the bed.
His cock rears in front of me, and I’m just at the perfect height. I take his hands and put them on my head. I want him to take what he needs from me.
I circle my tongue at the base of his cock and bring it up to the crown. He groans above me. There’s renewed wetness between my legs at the sound of his pleasure. At the sound of my power over him. I want more.
I scoot back on the bed, then flip so I’m on my back, my head tipped back on the edge of the mattress. I glance up at him, and his eyes flare. I bring my knees up and drop them to the side before sliding my hand between my thighs.
“No,” he thunders. “That’s mine.” He grabs my wrist and takes my fingers in his mouth, sucking my wetness off. It’s so wanton, dirty, and sexy. I’ve never had sex like this with someone before, where there are no barriers or embarrassment. There’s only what makes each other feel good.
I reach for his cock and feed it into my throat. He leans forward onto the bed, reaching for my pussy. His fingers work through my folds as he slides into my mouth, gentle but unrelenting.
“Fuck, Lucy. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”
I know what he’s thinking. It’s too much. It’s too good. But all I want is more.
He works his fingers over and over, and his cock slides in and out of my mouth. It gets so deep I don’t know if I can take much more, but when he shifts out, I want him back immediately.
I feel crazed with lust for this man. Like I’d do anything he asked of me. My hips twist as the pleasure builds, and I know I’m losing control. There are too many sensations to handle, so many parts of my body responding to his.
And it’s as if he knows, because he steps away, sheaths his cock in another condom and rearranges me so I’m lying in front of him again, my legs either side of his.
“Again,” he says. I nod in agreement. I’m not sure how long I can survive fucking like this, but I know I can’t if we ever stop.
He slides into me, and all the noise, all the overwhelming sensation, all the chaos disappears. It’s just Hunter and me, together. And it feels perfect.