18. Hunter
Hunter
I can guarantee that the Corbyn paper mill will be my one and only foray into the industry.
I hate the steam. The smell. The noise. And as for the end product?
Paper just doesn’t do it for me. I don’t have Maddie’s passion for physical books, or reading.
But as I’d watched her present her strategy to the board, I knew why I was doing this.
She cares deeply about the success of the mill.
And I’m finding it difficult not to care about what she cares about.
“I need a shower,” I say as soon as we return home.
Maddie had been heading for our debrief with my brothers, but she hesitates. I watch as she tugs her bottom lip between her teeth. “I might have one too,” she says.
My shoulders tense as I tell myself to ignore the image she’s planted in my head. Meanwhile, my cock twitches. “Fine, I’ll meet you back in the office,” I say, turning away before she has the chance to turn her comment into a conversation I don’t dare to have.
I’m almost at my bedroom door when she calls out. “Would you like me to hold your pencil for you? ”
The laugh escapes before I can stop it. That woman and her damn smart mouth. “I can manage a pencil, Maddie,” I say as I step through the door. It’s the woman I struggle with.
My brothers would laugh at me if they saw me locking the bathroom door.
I’m just taking all necessary precautions I tell myself as I step into the cold shower.
I try not to think about Maddie getting naked on the other side of the wall.
And if I’m quick, I’ll be done before she’s even wet.
No, wet is the wrong fucking word. I finish washing in record time, but as I switch off the water jets, another shower comes to life next door.
It's a losing battle and I’m getting hard as I dry myself off.
And then I hear her. It starts with a soft moan, but quickly escalates into a desperate cry.
Maybe a little too fast. The brat is damn well faking it because she knows I’m listening.
She’s trying to get a reaction from me, and fuck, is it working.
I take myself in my hand and fist my cock a couple of times, but I refuse to let her reduce me to jerking off in secret.
I can hear her breath hitching. If she wants to play with fire…
I storm into Maddie’s room with a towel around my waist. I grab the bathroom door handle and go to walk into the bathroom, but my shoulder whacks into solid wood. She’s fucking locked me out, and now that she knows I’m trying to get in, her moans grow louder.
I rest my forehead on the door in frustration.
I can walk away. I should walk away. Wood splinters as I hit the door again with my shoulder, but it takes a final kick before the door flies open.
The shower stall is steamed up, but there’s a clear spot where the condensation has been wiped away.
It’s big enough for me to see the wicked smile on Maddie’s lips as I catch movement further down her body .
I drop the towel from my waist as I open the stall door, then stand and watch her for a while. The Maddie who ran out the chapel in tears is not the same woman who’s looking so damn smug as she pleasures herself. Her gaze drops to my engorged cock and her hand moves fast. She lets out a soft moan.
With a growl, I step inside the stall and lean past her to switch off the jets pummeling her beautiful curves. I grab Maddie’s hand, putting an end to her enjoyment. For now.
“I’m tired of sucking damn pencils, Maddie. It’s time I tasted you,” I say as I drag her out of the bathroom.
Before Maddie has the chance to use that smart mouth, I spin her around, and walk her backwards to the bed.
When her calves hit the mattress, I shove the middle of her chest so she falls back.
Water droplets trickle off her hardened nipples and the soft mounds of her breasts.
Her blond hair is plastered to her neck and face.
Her mouth is open and she pants as she tries to crawl backwards across the bed, but the bedcovers stick to her wet skin.
“Are you trying to get away from me?”
“I was just making room,” she replies. Her eyes narrow on me. “I’m not scared of you, Hunter.”
I lean over her, bracing myself with my arms fully-extended.
My biceps ripple as I lean close enough to feel her breath cooling my damp skin.
“From what I saw today, you’re not scared of anything,” I tell her.
I suck her lower lip into my mouth before releasing it.
“You handled yourself well in that boardroom, little bird. You handled your brother too. I’m proud of you. ”
Her eyes sparkle at the praise. “I enjoyed it.”
“And now it’s time for me to enjoy you.”
I kneel on the bed and tug Maddie towards me so hard that her ass lifts onto my lap.
My cock rests on top of her pussy as I pull her legs apart.
All I need to do is pull my hips back a little and I could line up with her entrance.
I swear, my cock could find its own way into her because I’ve imagined it so many times.
“I want you so badly, Hunter,” Maddie says, reading my mind.
“Then let me feast on you,” I growl, shuffling back so I can open her up with my fingers. “I don’t think that’s water I see dripping from you.”
When I lean in and blow against her wet, sensitive skin, her thighs press against the sides of my head. “Oh god,” she moans. “You don’t even have to touch me.”
But I do have to touch her. Every fiber in my body cries out to touch her. I spread her legs wide and lave her with my tongue. She cries out some more and squirms as I push my tongue into her entrance. My cock pulsates with throbbing jealousy, but I have to ignore it. I can’t take her. I won’t.
“You taste so fucking good, just like I knew you would.”
She moans as I trail my flattened tongue towards her clit. It’s swollen with need, and as I seal my lips over the sensitive bundle of nerves, Maddie fists my hair. She’s desperate to keep my mouth on her as she grinds against my face, and I’m desperate to give her what she wants. I suck hard.
“Hunter!” Maddie bellows, her back arching off the bed. “I never… I didn’t know… Oh god, that feels so good.”
I press the flat of my palm against her stomach, pushing her back against the mattress as I flick and suck and tease her clit until I can feel her thighs shaking.
“Are you ready to come? And no faking it like you were in the fucking shower to get my attention, brat,” I warn.
Maddie giggles between gasp, giving herself away. When I don’t resume feasting on her, she rises up on her elbows. “I’m sorry. I just needed you, husband,” she says, staring at me with hooded eyes.
I shake my head, but not to deny her. I make her wait, letting her need for release ebb away so she’ll have an even bigger wave to crest next time.
“Hunter,” she pleads. Then something catches in her expression. She opens her mouth to speak, but then stops.
“What?”
She bites her lip. “I want to sit on your face.”
Fuck. Is there no end to the number of times this woman is going to amaze me. “Is that something else you’ve read in one of your books?”
She looks shy for a change as she nods. “Can I?”
I drop down onto my back beside her. “Little bird, it would be my pleasure.”
As she gets up to straddle me, her tits bounce and I palm them.
Her legs are around my torso, and she rubs against me as I pinch her sensitive peaks between my fingers and thumbs.
Maddie’s brow furrows as she concentrates on the sensation that I’m pretty sure is making her pussy flutter.
Her hands rest on my chest for support, and I don’t notice at first that all her writhing is making her move down my body rather than up.
“No, you don’t,” I say as I grab hold of her ass and pull her in the direction she should be going.
“Why won’t you fuck me, Hunter?” she complains. “I want more than your tongue.”
“You know why,” I hit out, guiding her closer to my mouth.
“But I–”
I don’t let her finish as I clamp my lips around her clit again.
I need to take her mind off the one thing that will have us both heading straight to purgatory.
She’s looking down at me as her hips thrust. Her mouth is slack, her brow furrowed as I grip her ass and encourage her to grind down against my mouth and tongue.
Maddie’s pace quickens as she gets closer to her release, but then she’s shaking her head. Her damp hair clings to her cheeks, and as she pulls a strand away, I see tears of frustration.
“No,” she gasps. “Stop.”