29. Hunter #2
The sound of my zipper lowering was swallowed by the surrounding noise. My cock sprang free, slapping up against her cunt with a wet smack. Sliding through her lips, enjoying her strangled moan as my fat tip hit her clit, I coated myself in her arousal.
She hiked one leg up around my hip, grinding down like she couldn’t wait another second. The shift opened her up for me, her heat slick against my length, and I swore my brain short-circuited.
Pushing down her leg, I spun her around to face the wall before angling my hips and yanking the scrap of lace between her legs to the side. I drove into her with a guttural curse, and her body arched, taking me like she’d been starving for this.
The bass rattled the walls and laughter leaked through the door, but none of it mattered. The only thing that mattered was here, with me.
My whole world was right here, in my arms.
I leaned forward, growling against her ear, “Louder. Let them hear you.”
A voice drifted close, footsteps on the other side of the door, and my balls pulled up taut. One push of the handle, and we were done, but fuck if I’d stop now. Not when she was gasping my name like a prayer I’d die to hear.
I slapped the outside of her thigh, sharp, teasing, making her squeal.
“Let them know you’re taken. Let them know you’re mine.” My balls smacked against her lips, coated in her juices. “You’re gonna say my name when you come on my fat cock because only I can make you feel this way, isn’t that right, baby?”
Her sob broke me open. I bit the sensitive skin of her neck — hard, rough, claiming — as I thrust deeper, grinding like I could fuse us together.
I dropped my forehead to her shoulder, sweat slick and breath ragged, pounding her like the world outside this door didn’t exist, like they weren’t one slip from seeing everything. “You belong to me.”
Her needy pussy clamped down on me, her whine almost undoing me. “I’m yours.”
“Say it again,” I demanded, licking and nipping her neck, leaving it raw and red.
“All yours,” she sobbed.
And I believed her. Even as the burn of her touch ate me alive, I fucking believed her. The moans escaping her were growing increasingly desperate, my quads tensing as I hammered into her.
“Fuck yeah. That’s right.”
My hand slid around to her front, vibrating my finger on her clit, just the way she liked it. Who would’ve thought all those years of my fingers flying across a keyboard would end in them being deft enough to apply the exact pressure my girl needed.
“Now scream my name, baby.”
Her pussy clenched around my cock, still driving into her with brutal force.
“Hunter! Fuck, I’m coming!”
“That’s it, baby, choke your cock. Gonna pump my whole load into my tight little cunt.” I groaned, clenching my jaw as I felt the orgasm slam into me like a hot tidal wave. “You want it?”
“Yes, please! Give me your cum, Hunter!”
An intoxicating mix of satisfaction and lust tightened my chest as she moaned my name, begging for me to mark her.
“Take it then,” I grunted, burrowing my cock in her as deep as I could before my release was filling up her pussy in hot sprays.
Our breathing was ragged as we came down from the high, reality slowly descending upon us. Was it wrong of me to hope everyone in there had heard us, had heard her scream my name?
With a tortured groan, I dragged my sensitive length, coated in a combination of our cum, out of her still tight as fuck cunt. Quickly dragging her thong back into place so it wouldn’t all leak out of her, I spun her around and claimed her lips in a punishing kiss.
Gripping her hair in my fist, I pulled her head back. “I’m not going to make you clean me up right now, as much as I want to.”
Ella gave a breathless laugh. “You’re so generous.”
“I know.” I deadpanned. “Now let’s get out of this hellhole.”
With our fingers intertwined, I pushed open the emergency exit door and led her out into the darkness of the night.
The cool night air slapped my skin, dragging me out of the red haze for half a second, just long enough to know I’d do it all over again.
Her hand was in mine, small and trembling, but not from fear. From the same storm tearing through me.
We didn’t speak as we crossed the alley, the blood still rushing in my ears, and the bass from inside still pounding like an echo of what we’d done.
The alley felt too quiet, every step echoing with what I’d just taken, what I knew I’d take again.
When I got her buckled into my truck and steered us away from this godawful place, the world was narrowing to the hum of my engine and the glow of streetlights streaking across the windshield.
Ella’s scent still clung to my skin. Sweet and sinful, mixed with the sweat and heat of what we’d just done. My knuckles whitened on the wheel because if I looked at her now, I might pull over and wreck us both against the nearest wall just to have her again.
Her hand brushed mine on the console hesitantly.
“You hate being touched,” she said softly. Not a question, an observation. “Except with me .”
We’d never outright talked about it before. Shouldn’t have surprised me that she noticed, but it did.
I felt a flicker of something I couldn’t name — maybe pleasure? Or maybe just the hope she felt for me, what I felt for her.
Truth clawed up my throat like glass. I could’ve swallowed it back like always, but I didn’t. Not this time.
“When my mom died … it was bad.” Understatement of the year. “Too bad. After that, every touch felt like skin peeling off. Like I’d throw up. Like I didn’t belong in my own body anymore.”
My grip on the wheel tightened until the leather creaked beneath my palms. Shit.
“But with you …” My voice cracked, and I swallowed hard. “With you, it’s different. Right . Like the only thing that’s ever been right.”
Ella didn’t speak for a long moment. A rare occurrence for the girl who always had something to say. But she didn’t need to.
“You know I never would’ve actually exposed Dom, right?” The words hung in the air between us. My eyes were glued to the road as I felt her lean just slightly closer. “You know this isn’t about some sort of agreement, right? This is real. You and me, we’re real. There’s no one else for me.”
“I know.” There was no hesitation in her voice.
I slowly exhaled through my nose. “I’ll always keep you safe, Ella. Before I was there to protect you, Dom kept you safe. I’ll always do the same for him. Always.”
My fingers tapped the steering wheel once, then twice, before I took a deep breath.
Might as well lay it all out there.
“The party,” I rasped. “The hallway. That, um, that was me, too.”
Ella turned to face me, her head swiveling around almost in slow motion, her brow quirked.
The words clawed their way out of my throat, desperate and raw. “You never saw my face, but it was me. It’s always been me.”
She was finally facing me, her face unreadable. “I know.”
Two words, uttered calmly, with no hint of accusation.
“You—” My knuckles whitened against the leather. “You know ?”
The corners of her mouth twitched. “Hunter, you think I wouldn’t have pieced it together the second I felt you again?”
Heat shot up my neck, shame and need in the same pulse. “It wasn’t supposed to be like that. I wanted you so bad, I just snapped—”
She reached out and slid her hand over mine, this first touch breaking the static between us. “You think that was the moment you took me?” she asked softly. “You’ve had me since before that.”
My chest caved in and expanded at once. Relief. Obsession. Worship .
I swallowed hard. “You know nothing about this — us — is normal.”
“Maybe,” she said. “But I don’t want normal. I just want you.”
The wheel blurred. For once, I didn’t need control. For once, she was steering.
The rest of the ride was quiet, except for the storm in my chest. By the time we reached my place, I didn’t even think. I just killed the engine, turned, and looked at her like she was the only light left in the dark.
Carrying her up the stairs, I set her down gently on the bed, our bed, feeling nothing but calm and connected to her in a way I’d never experienced with another person. I’d given her something no one else would ever get.
Piece by piece, I undressed her, slow enough she could stop me if she wanted. She didn’t.
Her eyes never left mine, even when I tugged my shirt over her head and slipped it down her arms. It was too big, swallowing her whole, but when she pulled it close, it was like she was pulling me close too.
She looked so small in it. So mine.
I slid into bed beside her, and she immediately curled into my chest, fitting there like she’d always known it was waiting for her. My arm locked around her waist, my palm spreading over the curve of her back, holding her in place like she might vanish if I didn’t.
Her breathing slowed, each rise and fall syncing with my own, until the rhythm pulled me under.
I’d shown her a glimpse at the ugliest part of me, and she stayed . I’d let her touch the broken, jagged edges no one else could touch, and she held on tighter.
My arms tightened around her, holding her like the last good thing I’d ever get to keep.
No one else would ever have this, or me .