22. Hunter
Twenty Two
Hunter
A hoodie was draped over the back of my chair, there was a tube of lip balm rolling near my keyboard, and a half-empty iced coffee was sweating onto my mouse pad.
I’d known her chaos was going to spread into my room, but the bra hanging from the corner of my monitor felt a bit excessive.
The halo of the warm bedside lamp was fighting with the tech’s sharp light, the shadows pooling under the desk like secrets.
Ella crawled into my bed without asking, and the beast inside me purred at her obedience, at her taking her rightful place without fighting me.
Settling under the covers, she shoved her icy feet against my legs with a little mock-innocent whine. “Oh no, big bad hacker man can’t handle a little cold?”
Despite myself, I felt a shiver run through me and silently cursed at how obvious it probably was.
My body went rigid, like a wire pulled too tight. She just kept pushing and pushing.
“What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue? Or is this against Rule Four: No Unauthorized Feet Contact ?”
When she draped her bare thigh over me, I snapped — any pretense of calm gone. Flipping her onto her back, I pinned her wrists hard enough to make the mattress groan.
My face was inches from hers, my chest rising rapidly, but my voice was dead calm. “You want to find the edge so badly? I’ll show you the edge. But you’ll beg me not to cross it.”
Dragging her to the side of the bed, I flipped her onto her stomach first like I was restraining a suspect.
“What do you think you’re–oh, fuck!” she shrieked when my palm hit her ass with a deafening crack.
“Keep going, baby. I can’t wait to see my handprint on this ass.” I massaged the cheek, a red mark slowly blooming on her creamy skin.
“You’re gonna have to hit harder than that if you want to impress me, Big Guy.”
“Big Guy? What happened to Robot Boy?” Crack.
“You motherf–”
Crack.
“What? You didn’t think I caught on to your little nickname?” My palm connected with her flesh again, enjoying the distinct shape of my hand taking form on it. “I know everything, remember?”
My hands slid up to her hips, fingers digging in like I owned every inch.
“If you know everything, then you know you’re still not hitting hard enough.”
Fuck, she just knew how to rile me up. I took pride in my ability to stay in control, but my girl was an expert at pushing my limits. Delivering one last blow, watching her ass jiggle, I flipped her over.
Tugging my shirt off slowly, I enjoyed the way her eyes roamed over my skin, a blazing trail of fiery sparks, before grabbing the waistband of my sweats.
My cock had already been tenting the gray fabric and was now springing free, veins standing out, the tip already leaking.
The piercing was gleaming in the low light, immediately drawing my girl’s gaze to it like a magnet. Curiosity and heat flared up in those green depths. Exactly what I wanted to see.
Yeah, totally worth it.
“Careful, baby. Keep running that mouth, and I’ll make sure you can’t sit down for a week.”
My blood was a deafening roar in my ears, all control slipping like sand through my fingers.
Her legs dangled, so small in my hands. She was laid out in front of me like a fucking feast, her head tipped back on the mattress, hair spilling everywhere like a halo of flames.
Hooking my hands under her thighs, I picked her up like she weighed nothing and tossed her higher onto the mattress.
Her surprised laugh cut off when I followed, climbing over her, pinning her down with the weight of my stare.
“Turn around,” I growled into her ear, my breath hot against her skin. She hesitated for just a moment too long, and I snapped.
I grabbed her hips, flipping her like a goddamn rag doll, and fell back onto the bed, hauling her with me until my head hit the pillows.
Ella was on her knees now, straddling me backward, and my hands were already spreading her thighs apart, greedy, starving, for every inch.
“Right where you belong,” I snarled, yanking her hips down over my face as I shoved her forward. “Yeah, just like that. Now show me how good you are with your mouth while I make a mess of you.”
A surge of electricity zapped through my body at her first lick. I groaned into her dripping pussy, low and raw, because nothing in my life, previously only shaped by control, had ever tasted like this — wild, free, and uninhibited.
She pressed her palms against my thighs, right where the ink spread like a secret vow. The half-circle flame mandalas were mirrored on each leg, with delicate, fine lines curling into soft flames shaded with dots flickering with every touch.
Hidden at their center, a tiny compass gleamed in crisp detail, a quiet symbol of control beneath the fire’s wild edge. A design for her, my Blaze, the girl burning me from the inside out.
She didn’t know it was hers, that every black line was for her hands, her grip, her ownership of me in this exact moment, and fuck , when her nails bit into the marks, it felt like she signed them.
Ella’s thighs clamped around my head, her skin satin-soft and burning where I’d left my mark on her. My fingers were holding her ass cheeks apart as I shoved my whole face into her pretty little pussy.
My piercing tapped against her lips as I ground my teeth, holding back from exploding the second her tongue touched me.
“F-fuck … oh my God—” Her moan broke as my tongue dragged deeper, my hips jerking up, trying to plunge into the delicious heat of her mouth.
“Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.” She hummed around me, her tongue playing with the ring — fuck .
My spine arched, my abs locking almost painfully.
Feeling my length sink into Ella’s mouth, her tongue playfully teasing me while her juices coated my tongue, had me on the brink of shooting my load in less than two minutes.
I told myself I could exercise more control now that I at least knew what her touch felt like, but every nerve in my body screamed otherwise. My girl’s mouth felt like straight-up heaven, making restraint feel impossible. There was only so much I could do, but I had to at least fucking try.
“You want me to keep sucking,” she gasped, her tongue circling the head as her hips ground against my face. “Then don’t you dare fucking stop either.”
I lifted her hips off my face, my length in turn slipping deeper into her mouth and making her squeal. “Yeah, you’re still not the one making the rules around here, baby.”
Ella’s moans vibrated through my cock, my fingers digging so hard into her flesh they’d be imprinted on her once we were done tonight.
When I lowered her back onto my face, she pulled back with a gasp. Then she returned to my tip, running her tongue over my piercing as I pressed my hips into her mouth, cursing into her cunt as my cock jerked in her throat.
“Fuck, I can’t — shit!”
Pathetic .
She deserved better than a two-pump chump, so I’d been holding off on actually fucking her. I might’ve been a fucking virgin, but I wasn’t about to blow like one when I finally claimed her pussy.
The only saving grace? Recovery .
Either I was some kind of freak of nature, or she was just so fucking hot it rewired my system, because two damn minutes later, I was hard again, her head still between my legs, shivering from the last orgasm.
My length was aching, throbbing, ready to shove back down her throat like I hadn’t just blown my load like an amateur.
I ate her like a starving man, every grind of her hips pressing down into my chest, smothering me in her heat.
Sliding two fingers inside her, I curled them until she jerked like I’d lit her up from the inside, and when my tongue flicked her clit, she shattered. Shaking, her thighs clamped around my head as she came all over my mouth.
I groaned into her, swallowing everything, dragging it out until she was whimpering and twitching, collapsing down on top of me like she’d given me every last ounce of strength she had.
But I wasn’t done yet. I pushed back slightly, allowing her to rise just enough for me to shift onto my knees at the edge of the bed.
Then, I turned her over and hauled her down by her hair until she was on all fours facing me.
“The first round barely even counted. Guess I’ll have to make up for it,” I rasped, my voice gravelly.
She smirked, completely winded, but her eyes were blazing. “Better make this one count.”
Oh, you shouldn’t have said that, baby.
I fisted her hair tighter, guiding my cock back between her lips, the silver ring glinting under the dim light as it slid over her tongue.
“Take it. All the way,” I panted.
Starting off with a slow rhythm at first, I quickly lost control, my thrusts turning deep and brutal.
Her throat was working around me, the slick heat sucking me down, her drool sliding over my shaft. The piercing was dragging just enough against her lips to make my lips curl in a snarl.
This was mine, and the sounds escaping her mouth as she gagged for me were music to my ears.
I watched her eyes water, her nails digging into my thighs, and it fed the feral beast inside me.
“Choke for me. Just like that. God, you look perfect like this.”
Her mascara streaked, tears spilling as my cock pistoned in and out of her throat. Wet, obscene slurps echoed, broken by harsh, desperate gasps when I let her come up for air. Strings of spit snapped and clung to my length as I pulled out before slamming back in.
“Fuck, I’m gonna ruin this pretty mouth,” I groaned, letting my head fall back for a second, eyes closed in bliss.
My hips smacked against her face with a filthy rhythm, each slap louder than the last. Drool was coating my cock and dripping down my aching balls, the slick heat driving me insane.
I was getting close to coming, my thrusts turning savage.
“You’re gonna take my cum, baby. Every single drop.”
Her throat convulsed around me with every brutal thrust, squeezing like a fucking vice.
“You feel that? That belongs to me . Now take it. Don’t fucking pull back.”
Her gagging filled the room, sharp and raw, mixing with my guttural curses.
“Here it fucking comes,” I grunted, yanking her face as close as I could. My cock jerked in her throat, covering it in my cum, claiming it.
Mine .
The sting of her nails digging into my thighs and the slight graze of her teeth against me didn’t even fully register. Slowly, I withdrew, letting her catch her breath.
Ella’s face was wrecked — flushed, with swollen lips and spit dripping down her chin — and it made my chest burn with a primal kind of pride.
Cupping her jaw, I wiped it slowly with my thumb, then tapped the ring in the tip of my cock against her lip just to watch her shiver.
My girl looked fucking ruined, and so fucking mine. But that was nothing compared to what was to come. Once I’d claimed her for real, there was no turning back, ever .
She thought this was about an orgasm.
It wasn’t.
It was about rewiring her so every time she swallowed, she thought of me.
Pulling her to her feet, I grabbed the shirt I’d discarded earlier to clean up the mess on her face before handing her the one I knew she intended on wearing to bed.
Ella gazed up at me, searching my face, like she was waiting. I stood stock-still, expecting her to say or do something, but then she just turned and crawled under the sheets.
What had I just missed? Some kind of social cue?
She rolled over, her back to me, and as I followed her under the covers, I watched her for a long time. Turning off the light, I settled in behind her, my hand splaying over her hip, brushing her skin in the dark.
My grip tight, I pulled her back flush against me, something possessive and dangerous curling in my chest. A hunger clawing inside, more desperate than ever.
My Blaze thought this was still a game, but she didn’t understand. She was already mine. Every breath she took, every little touch, was binding me tighter.
In the darkness, my fingers twitched against her skin, dominating, desperate, and feral.
There was no going back. No finish line. No safe word.