20. Ella #2
The urge to cross my arms over my chest was just as strong as throwing myself at him, and I didn’t know which would end worse for me.
Stripping like this under his gaze felt strangely intimate. The cold always lingering in this house hit my flushed skin, turning my hardening nipples into diamond-hard peaks.
“You gonna make me wear a tracking collar too?” I deadpanned.
A faint smirk played around his sinful lips again, just enough to make my heart stutter.
“Don’t need to. I already know where you are.”
Looking at the floor, trying to escape his intense, piercing gaze. Even the lingering silence between us felt like it belonged to him.
I held out my hand expectantly. A beat passed, then another — still no shirt.
Furrowing my brows in confusion, my eyes flicked up to his face. “You want me to beg or something?”
His nostrils flaring, he was staring down at me, surprisingly not focused on my chest, but on my face.
“Look at you coming up with ideas already. But no. I don’t want you to beg. I want you to earn it.”
I licked my lips, watching him track the movement, his jaw clenching. “Oh? And how do I earn it?”
“Get on your knees, Ella,” he growled.
A beat of static buzzed in my skull, and suddenly it was hard to breathe. Where had all the air gone? I should hate him for this. Instead, I hated how much I wanted to obey.
Desperate to regain some sense of control, I forced out a breathless laugh. The sound was brittle, cracking at the edges.
“I — what?”
Hunter didn’t even blink. “You heard me.”
Something in my stomach flipped like a live wire, and I felt a surge of adrenaline as I realized what was happening.
Oh my God .
He was serious. Like, dead serious .
This man probably filed his taxes on time, and now he was ordering me to get on my knees as though it were the weather forecast. He actually…
What the hell had I just signed up for?
And yet, my knees hit the carpet before my brain could catch up with my body. The rug was soft under my bare knees as I gazed up at the powerful length of his frame.
His gray joggers — those should be illegal — were hanging deliciously low on his hips, and my pussy clenched traitorously at the sight.
Every muscle in his body was tense, his hands curled into fists, making the veins in his hands and forearms pop. I paused when I caught sight of the ink for the first time.
Coiled up his forearms were snakes, sinuous and dangerous, with skulls peeking out from their twists, dark and bold. The lines were precise and purposeful, mirroring his own nature.
My stomach fluttered in a way I didn’t entirely want to admit. Every shadow and curl of ink was designed to mesmerize, daring you to look closer.
When had he gotten a tattoo?
And more importantly, would he let me lick it?
Shaking my head at the rogue thought, my attention snagged on his bulge, which was growing more prominent by the second. Yeah, Hunter was getting hard for me.
So much for calm and collected, Robot Boy.
“You’re going to take me in your mouth, and you’re not going to stop until I say.” His command was unlike anything I’d ever heard from him before; a growl with an almost feral edge.
I arched my brow. “Cute. Bold of you to assume I’m not an overachiever.”
All I got for an answer was his head tilting to the side while he watched me, waiting. Heat pooled low on my center, making me squeeze my thighs together.
Shit, hopefully he hadn’t caught that.
My fingers trembling slightly, I reached up and brushed my fingers along the edge of his waistband. His muscles seized as if I’d just electrocuted him, and I pulled my hand back abruptly.
“I didn’t say stop, did I?” he ground out.
Glancing up at him, he cocked one brow at me, arrogant and patronizing. Fine . I had no problem going through with this. It was for my brother, after all.
My fingers curling around the soft gray fabric once more, I dragged them down his hips, just enough to expose his boxer briefs.
The truth was, I’d been curious about the heat he was packing for quite some time now, and I was almost giddy to finally reveal this particular secret.
I sucked in a sharp breath as I ran my finger along the thick, cotton-covered length, definitely proportionate to the rest of his body. Goddamn.
Was I imagining it, or was he actually holding his breath? Hopefully he wouldn’t pass out on me. I was not in the mood to explain that to a paramedic.
Dragging his underwear down as well, his length bobbed free, throbbing, and—
Oh. My. Fucking. God.
Was that a piercing?!
Eyes wide, I gaped at the little ring of stainless steel at the tip of his cock. I’d never expected Hunter, of all people, to be into this kind of thing, but fuck, it was hot.
Heat rolled off his body as I unconsciously leaned closer, inspecting it. I didn’t think this man could get any hotter, yet here we were.
I fisted the base of his length and realized for the first time how fast both of us were breathing.
This wasn’t my first blowjob, but it would likely be the first I enjoyed as much as the person I was giving it to.
I was surprised I wasn’t dripping all over the floor already.
My tongue snaked out as I leaned in, licking a long strip up the underside of his cock, giving the silver ring an extra flick. A tortured groan vibrated through his chest, and I smirked.
If we were doing this, I was going to rock his fucking world, all or nothing.
Suckling on his tip and swirling my tongue around it like it was my favorite fucking lollipop, lapping up the beads of pre-cum greedily.
Suddenly, his fist closed around my ponytail, yanking me off him with a pop.
“What–?”
“Not gonna last,” Hunter moaned through clenched teeth, a muscle in his jaw jumping, his eyes wild. “Show me those pretty tits, baby.”
Pulling my head back even further by my hair, he used his other hand to pull my hand off his erection, pushing it down toward my chest.
Breathing hard, relishing in the sharp sting of his grip on my hair, I watched him, mindlessly obeying his request.
Cupping each of my breasts, I pushed them up, presenting them to him. Our eyes locked, and he grunted mere seconds after. Hot cum exploded out of the angry red tip, painting my flesh.
“Fuuuck!” he hissed, his chest heaving.
We were frozen like this for a moment, his eyes darting over the mess he’d made, the hunger blazing in them not satisfied, only appeased.
When he eased his grip, my scalp started prickling, my core still clenching and throbbing needily.
“Taste it.” He never took his eyes off me, never once broke the spell. Completely enthralled, I obeyed mindlessly.
Scooping up some of his release with my index finger, I brought it to my mouth, making a show of curling my tongue around the digit.
“Such a filthy girl,” Hunter growled. He tucked his half-hard length away by pulling up his boxers before stepping out of his sweats.
My head was spinning as I watched him stride over to his chair again in all his half-naked glory.
Was that more ink peeking out there?
I shook my head as if it would clear my mind, but I was still too stunned to speak.
Hunter turned off his computer with a few clicks, grabbed the shirt he’d worn earlier, walked back to me, and pulled me up onto my feet.
Depositing me on the edge of his unbelievably comfy bed, he cleaned me up with the shirt in his hand.
Then he tossed it aside to pick up the new one he’d grabbed for me and helped me put it on.
His thumb skimmed my jawline so tenderly I almost didn’t notice.
Climbing onto the bed, he settled into the pillows before patting the spot beside him. “Get in.”
I hesitated, my heart beating faster, but then I obeyed. Tonight, I was always a step behind, playing catch-up with him.
As soon as I slid under the covers, he turned off the light. His breathing deepened, but I was lying there, still as a statue.
I was in Hunter’s bed. I was in Hunter’s bed after he just had me suck his dick and came all over my boobs. I was in Hunter’s bed, and he expected me to sleep here. With him.
What the actual fuck was happening?
This whole situation was crazy. I didn’t even know what time it was, much less where the hell my phone had disappeared to.
Guess I’d find out tomorrow morning when the alarm started blaring.
Just as I was adjusting my pillow, Hunter’s voice cut through the darkness.
“Here,” he muttered, his big arm shooting out like a trap.
Dragging me half onto his chest, our legs tangled, and he wrapped one hand around my thigh to hook it over his hip.
His arms caged me in, his bulging bicep under my neck like a pillow, and a hand spread over my ribs.
Possessive. Claiming.
“Like this,” he said. “Get used to it.”
I blinked slowly; I was wired and my skin was burning. I couldn’t fathom the situation I’d found myself in.
How had it come to this? How could this man — Hunter, who was famously averse to touching literally anyone — end up with his body pressed against mine like it was the most natural thing in the world?
How the fuck was I ever supposed to sleep like this?
His scent. His breath against my temple. The impossible stillness of him. Everything about this was driving me to the brink of madness, and I was still so fucking horny, it wasn’t even funny.
The fact that he was acting as if he’d already claimed me and was now simply resting his hand on what was his didn’t help matters.
He wasn’t even doing anything. All he did was cage me here like it was instinct.
Why did this feel safer than anything had in years?
If this was what he did within the first hour, what the hell would happen tomorrow?
Hunter’s shirt clung to my skin where the last remnants of his cum were still clinging to my skin, like a mark, a brand.
My mind was spinning with rules, heat, and confusion, but also a strange kind of peace.
I’d been wanted before. Lust was easy.
This? This felt like being claimed before I even had a chance to decide.
And for some reason … I didn’t hate it at all.