Chapter 6
Ari
Oh. My. Fucking. God.
What is even happening right now?
I mean, I know what’s happening, I’ve had sex before, fooled around, but this, with Hunter in the light of day, is dangerous. And yet my protest is feeble at best.
“I will if you come too,” I say, not even recognising myself right now. This is, after all, the other half of Satan’s duo. Between him and Harrison, they’ve been absolute arseholes to me. But with my impending orgasm, I really couldn’t give a shit, as long as I get to come on his fingers.
The way he’s touching me, even though he’s barely inside my entrance, along with the slow, circular motions of the pad of his thumb against my clit, is exhilarating.
Every nerve ending is sparking to life, ready to free-fall.
He groans into my neck as my hand becomes a little more jerky. It’s an awkward angle, but I meant it when I said I wanted him to come with me.
I release the sink and wrap my other hand around the back of his neck, pulling his face towards mine. Me, in my right mind, would not be doing this. All I know is that, right now, in this moment, I need his mouth on mine.
I have a brief moment of vulnerability as he stares down at me, thinking he might pull away. But much like this entire situation, he surprises me when he lowers his mouth to mine.
The kiss is full of desperate need and longing, like I am the very air he needs to breathe as his tongue duels with mine, so perfectly in sync.
Until the wave of pleasure building inside me becomes too intense, and I know I won’t be able to hold off for much longer. It’s so much more exquisite than anything I’ve ever felt before.
“I’m so close,” I whisper into his mouth.
He grips my hip, his fingers likely leaving marks as he swiftly spins me so fast I have no choice but to let go of his cock in the process as I’m now facing him.
Before I can even process it, Hunter manages to drag my leggings and underwear down to my knees.
His focus is on my pussy, mine on his straining cock, his joggers low enough on his hips that his dick has sprung free, showcasing not only how well-endowed he is, but also the ladder of piercings that, until now, I’d only felt when my fist was wrapped around him.
I reach out, needing to touch him. He groans as I swipe up a bead of his leaking pre-cum and bring the pad of my thumb to my mouth, so enamoured by his touch I’m delirious with need.
I groan as his heady taste hits my taste buds.
“One day you’ll suck way more than that, little rabbit.”
His eyes are so dark with lust as he somehow manages to bring me right back to the brink. He reaches for my hand, wraps it around his cock, and urges me to move my fist up and down, even though my fingers don’t wrap around him completely.
The way he throws his head back—the muscles and veins standing out along his neck—gives me a rare sight, allowing me to openly appraise him unabashedly.
And then he drops his gaze back to mine.
As he continues to keep me right on the edge, I whimper like a wanton whore, desperate for the relief that is right there on the precipice.
“That’s it. Now come for me. Right. Fucking. Now.”
My channel tightens, and I jolt forward. I’ve had blended orgasms before, but nothing could ever have prepared me for this. And this is just with his hand.
“H-hunter, I’m… I’m coming,” I groan out loud as I convulse, almost like I am out of control, and then I completely lose it.
“Fuck me, you’re squirting,” he says with a guttural moan as I gush all over his hand and my inner thighs.
My entire body is shaking as he’s relentless in his pursuit. He covers my hand with his, jacking himself off using me. He roars as he comes—hard—his cum shooting out in warm, white spurts as it coats my pussy and our hands.
He leans his forehead against mine, both of us breathing heavily.
I’m barely coherent as he reaches for a tea towel and begins to wipe us both clean.
“As much as I hate the thought of you washing me off of you, you should probably go clean up and get changed. Safe to say your leggings are ruined.”
And he’s right. There are splatters of cum over the gusset of both my underwear and leggings.
My cheeks begin to burn as my mind starts to come back to reality, my pussy still twitching from the aftermath of the most mind-blowing orgasm.
I nod and lick my lips, struggling to verbalise a response.
His fingers grip my chin as he forces me to look up at him, his dark brown eyes holding me captive.
“I’ve never been more turned on than having you squirt for me. You came so beautifully. I’m proud of you, but it’s our secret, okay?” He rubs the pad of his thumb over my bottom lip.
I swallow, and this time I actually manage a reply, although it’s hoarse, “Okay.”
And then he’s kissing me. It’s slow but possessive, and I like it a little too much.
He draws back way too quickly for my liking before he drops to his knees. I gasp out loud as he places a soft kiss over my pussy, then tugs on my leggings and underwear, pulling them back up, and all I can feel is our joint arousal.
Hunter smirks as he rises to his full height again, making me feel tiny in comparison.
“Off you run, little rabbit. I’ll finish up here.”
This time I turn on my heels, grab my bag I left by the door, and make a mad dash for the stairs, taking two at a time. My fingers tremble as I fumble for my keys, and I let out a breathless laugh, closing the door behind me.
I bring my fingers to my lips as I lean back against the door.
What the fuck just happened?