21. Hunter
Twenty One
Hunter
Early morning light slanted through the blackout curtains I forgot to fully close. A soft gray glow cutting through my room, which was more untidy than it’d ever been.
The first thing my senses registered was her heat pressed against my ribs, her skin grazing my stomach where my shirt was riding up on her.
Ella’s sweet, calming scent, layered over the sweat of last night, clung to the sheets and my skin. I took a deep breath and greedily sucked it in.
Her quiet, uneven breathing was disrupted by the littlest of snores, the sound making my chest ache for no logical reason.
My Blaze was everywhere. In my bed. In my lungs. Under my fucking skin. And I never wanted her to leave again.
I didn’t wake her; I didn’t ask. Moving the blanket down inch by inch, exposing her bare thighs, the curve of her ass under my shirt.
My shirt swallowed her whole. As I finally had a minute to appreciate the roses etched into her skin with delicate, dark lines, a deep-seated, all-consuming hunger settled deep inside of me.
Knowing that I was probably the only man to have seen this, just as I had dreamed, made my cock twitch. Carefully, I traced the inked flowers, appreciating the way they accentuated the curve of her hip.
Images of her hot little mouth wrapped around me flashed through my mind.
Jesus Christ, I didn’t even last two minutes. I never imagined I’d experience any of this. Ever.
And now, with my girl finally under my control, I had no idea how I was ever supposed to stop, to let her go.
My pulse hammered like a war drum as I slid lower, hooking her toned leg over my shoulder with slow precision, careful not to wake her. Yet.
Physical touch had elicited nothing but disgust and a sickening sensation of nausea in me for years .
Until her. No one else could touch me and make me feel this … alive. Ella was my salvation.
I’d spent so long letting people think I was broken. Maybe I was. Because the only way I felt whole was with her tongue on me and her skin against mine.
My mouth was on her before she could fully stir. Hot, open-mouthed, dragging over the inside of her thigh until I was at the slick heat I’d been fantasizing about since last night.
Taking a deep breath, I inhaled the sweet scent clinging to her pussy, so pretty and pink as it spread for me.
I couldn’t stop myself from nipping at the soft skin of her thigh before sucking it into my mouth — hard.
Her sleepy gasp was the ignition point, and I was intent on leaving a mark.
Mine .
Licking the quickly darkening spot I’d left, I lifted my head, peering up at her face, eyes still half-closed and her lips parted in surprise.
“Consider this your wake-up call. Every. Single. Day,” I rasped.
My fingers dug into her hips like I was anchoring myself to the earth. Because if I’d let go, I’d float right the fuck out of my body.
Her little whimper when I flattened my tongue and licked a bold strip up her cunt was everything. My eyes nearly rolled into the back of my head when my girl’s flavor exploded in my mouth.
“So fucking delicious,” I growled as I lifted my head to meet her eye again.
Then I dove straight in, devouring her, not with a lot of skill, but I definitely brought the enthusiasm.
Every brush of her skin against my mouth feels like static, like electricity arcing straight to my spine.
Relishing in her breathy moans, I licked and sucked, trying to find the patterns driving her wild.
My dick was rock-hard, wedged between my body and the mattress, throbbing and no doubt leaking.
I wanted, no, needed her to come apart for me, to swallow down her pleasure, to hear my name on her lips.
Flicking her clit with the tip of my tongue had her doing just that.
“Oh my God, Hunter!”
Her hips bucked and twitched, only controlled by my punishing grip on them. Satisfaction bloomed deep within me as I realized I’d leave marks, too.
I lifted my head, spreading her lips with my thumb, before spitting on her swollen cunt and rubbing it in.
“Rule one: I take what I want, when I want it. And right now, I want you wrecked before breakfast,” I reminded her.
“Sounds hot. Hope you’re better at this than your customer service skills.” Her voice sounded breathless, a lot less confident than her words let on.
The soft tremor of her leg when I pressed my tongue flat was lighting up the dead parts of me.
After years without a single pleasant touch, I was now drowning in it. Nothing else would ever feel like this. No one else would ever matter.
I was grinding my hips into the surface under me, the base of my spine tingling, as hot bolts of electricity zapped through my entire body.
“Oh, shit! Just like that! Hunter!” Her fingers twitched in my hair, her nails scraping across my scalp.
That was all it took to undo me.
My abs clenched as my balls pulled up taut, and I moaned against her soaked pussy as I shot my whole fucking load into my boxers.
So fucking worth it.
Ella’s moans pitched higher, her nails now digging into my scalp almost painfully, when I sucked her clit into my mouth.
“I’m– oh my God, I’m coming!”
Damn, sounded like she really needed to come. If she was this desperate after just one night of keeping her hungry, I was tempted to do it more often.
“Hunter!” she screamed, her whole body seizing up, while she bucked her hips against my face, and I got to lap up her release.
Licking my lips, I peered up at her face, her thighs now limply falling off my shoulders.
“Delicious,” I told her, like I was letting her in on a secret and allowed the corner of my mouth to lift into the faintest smirk.
This wasn’t enough, but it was a start. A ritual.
Every morning and every night, until her body knew who it belonged to.
***
My girl had gotten bolder over the last couple of days.
Comfortable. Cocky, even.
She was padding around the house barefoot, wearing nothing but my shirts, her bare legs flashing like a dare.
How the fuck was I supposed to get anything done knowing she was just mere steps away, always within reach?
When I returned from my early workout — fuck, it was hard getting out of bed these days — the faint scent of coffee brewing accompanied by the sound of water dripping from her shower greeted me.
Glancing at my phone, I decided to answer Colt’s messages he’d sent while I was half-lucid. Fucker was probably wondering why I hadn’t answered.
Colt: Dude. You awake? Or is this another robot hibernation situation?
Hunter: Awake. Functioning at 63%.
Colt: 63%? That’s … concerning. Did someone unplug you again?
Hunter: No. Just distracted by an actual human presence.
Colt: I still can’t believe you actually pulled this off. She moved in with you. You’re just as obsessed as I am, you fucking hypocrite.
Hunter: Obsession is a strong word. Consider it … methodical enthusiasm.
Colt: Methodical enthusiasm? Dude, that’s just code for completely unhinged.
Hunter: Call it what you want. Results speak for themselves.
Colt: Results? You mean her being here? That’s … terrifying and impressive at the same time.
Hunter: Good. Terrifying is underrated.
Colt: You’re insane. And also, very proud of yourself, aren’t you?
Hunter: What can I say? Everything’s working exactly as planned. Of course I’m fucking proud.
Prepping my protein shake, I listened to her puttering around upstairs before her bare feet were padding noisily down the stairs.
I locked my phone just as Ella stopped short when she spotted me leaning against the counter, heat flaring up in her eyes when they trailed over my body.
Aaaaand my dick was starting to get hard.
This was the first time in my life being attracted to someone, being aroused by someone, and I hadn’t expected it to affect me so much.
I’d been hard before, and I’d gotten off before, plenty of times, in fact. Pleasuring myself was always transactional for me.
A release, nothing more and nothing less.
But this? This was so fucking different.
Like my body didn’t ask for permission, like it knew something my head hadn’t caught up to yet.
This time, it wasn’t just blood rushing south; it was a full-body experience. Every muscle pulling tight, my chest clenching like I was about to sprint straight into a storm.
I wanted it. I wanted her. Not just her mouth or her body, but all of her. I wanted every goddamn piece, like I’d been starving for something I hadn’t even known existed.
For years, control had been my religion. Never letting anyone close enough to touch anything that mattered.
One look from her, and in my mind I was on my knees, praying to a God I didn’t believe in, just for another second of her.
Ella flashed me a cheeky smirk, mischief sparkling in her eyes.
“Didn’t think you’d still be hungry. For some reason, I thought you already had breakfast.” She hummed while slinking past me.
When she bent over to grab something from the fridge, I clenched my teeth hard enough to ache.
I’d told her no underwear in the house, and she was following my rule like it was gospel.
“Hunger doesn’t stop when the plate’s still walking around,” I replied flatly, taking a sip of my shake.
“You’re not even trying to sound normal anymore, are you?”
I shrugged, gulping down another mouthful.
Ella pulled out a bowl, scooping some yogurt into it. Then, meeting my stare head-on, she stuck her tongue out, licking the spoon exaggeratedly with a dramatic moan.
She knew what she was doing now, and if she didn’t, she was about to learn.
I thought she was done. Thought maybe she’d shut up and eat her damn yogurt.
But then—
“Rule one: I take what I want, when I want. Rule two: Ella does whatever Hunter’s malfunctioning robot brain decides is sexy.”
Malfunctioning robot brain?
I snorted. “Go ahead. Get it all out. Won’t be doing much talking later.”
Ella tilted her head, her smirk stretching wider. “Oh, I know why. Because if we break it down, every rule really means this: Rule one — Hunter’s horny. Rule two — Hunter’s still horny. Rule three — wear his shirts and feed his massive ego.”
She was laughing like she was untouchable. Cute .
“Keep going. Let’s see if you can still talk with my cock in your throat.”
“Promise?” She sassed like the brat she was.
She hopped up on the counter, phone in hand, with a smirk tugging at her mouth.
“Oh, would you look at that,” she said, scrolling through her phone while still licking the spoon exaggeratedly and feigning nonchalance. “Coach Daniels finally stepped down. Shocking . Wonder how that happened…”
I met her gaze, drying my hands on a towel. “Huh. How curious. I have no idea.”
She snorted, rolled her eyes, and shook her head. My mind conjured images of me yanking her off the counter, ripping her shirt off, and marking her perfect, creamy skin with my teeth.
Bit by bit, I could feel my control slipping, like a noose pulling tighter and tighter around my neck.
You’d think a taste would’ve helped. That having had her on her knees, swallowing me down, would’ve bought me some peace.
It didn’t. It wrecked me. I’d been starving for years, and now I was feral.
I pictured her on her knees, with her perfect lips stretched around me, her eyes watering. My cock was throbbing so fucking hard it hurt.
She thought the rule meant I got to take what I wanted. But the truth?
She was the one undoing me.