Chapter 15
Still Izzy
It was almost like having ice thrown in my face. Something about him carrying me into a bedroom made me crazy aware of where we were and what we were about to do.
Don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t some fainting, scared virgin—I’d had sex before.
But I was very aware of the differences between me and Hunter. He was hard. I was soft. He had ab ridges. I had a round belly.
Oh my god. I was going to get naked in front of him.
This was a bad idea.
Like something that was better in theory than in practice.
I couldn’t do this.
I didn’t want to see the look on his face when he saw all of me.
All of me.
But then he kissed me again as he carried me into the room, and I forgot about everything for a second. My fingers tangled in his hair, holding him in place as his tongue teased me.
Then a comforter was at my back as he crawled onto the bed with me still in his arms.
Oh god. The bed.
Naked.
I had to pull away from his kiss as I struggled to breathe.
“You okay, princess?” The gentle concern on his face made everything inside of me clench.
I wanted to do this. Be with him. Especially when he was being all sweet and gentle.
Although another part of me was curious about the passionate hunger I’d witnessed earlier. Having him all grr and manly was hella hot too.
He wouldn’t be here if he didn’t want to be, I reminded myself. He wouldn’t be in bed with me if he didn’t want me like that. And it wasn’t like what was under my clothing would be a surprise. There were plenty of clues.
Right?
“I’m just a little nervous,” I finally replied.
He cocked his head like he didn’t understand. “Of what? Me?”
“Just…” What was something I could say that wouldn’t make me sound like a total loser? “Kinda?”
“What the fuck?” He reared back like I’d accused him of something.
I covered my face with my hands. So embarrassing.
“No. I’m sorry, princess. But you’re going to have to spell that out for me. You’re nervous about me? How? Why?”
For some reason I laughed. Despite the tears stinging my eyes. Despite my certainty that I was screwing this up. And I all but shouted, “Because you’re you!”
“Me? You mean a drummer of a one-hit wonder band that imploded? I’m not famous. I go out all the time and no one gives a fuck.”
“No.” I wiped at my teary eyes then huffed in annoyance at how I’d derailed this. “Because you’re gorgeous. You’re fit. Muscular. You have tattoos. You’re literally my book boyfriend brought to life. And I’m…me. This.” I gestured at my prone body.
“You mean bodacious? Delectable? So fucking curvy I literally can’t wait to see your tits?
” His gaze raked my whole body before resting on my boobs.
Then he cocked his head and sat back on his heels.
“Is this a woman thing? Like we need to turn the lights off and get under the covers? Because if so…I guess we can.”
“But you don’t want to?”
“I want to have you any way I can get you. I kinda thought I made that clear in the kitchen a minute ago.” He hitched his thumb over his shoulder. “Do you want me to close the curtains and turn the lights off?”
I closed my eyes for a second as I gathered my nerve. “No. No, I don’t want you to do that.”
“Do you want to keep doing this?” He gestured to me and the bed under me.
I nodded slowly. “Yeah. I do.”
“Well okay then.” He bent forward, bracing his arms on either side of me. “Just let me know if and when you want me to slow down or even stop.”
I held my breath. “Slow sounds kinda nice.”
His eyes flared. “We can do slow.”
Then he kissed me, and I forgot all my nerves and weird hangups. I just knew I wanted more of this.
His lips moved over mine with a surety and skill that made every part of me vibrate with need. He kept kissing me as he shifted on the bed until he was between my splayed legs.
He broke our kiss with a pop before nuzzling his way down my neck to my still covered breasts. Shaping my left breast in his palm, he bent down and sucked my nipple through my bra and dress into his mouth. Wetting the tip. Making me ache. His fingers teased and plucked at the tip.
And I moaned. It felt so good.
“Oh,” I cried out as his teeth joined in the teasing.
He moved over to my other breast—licking, teasing, sucking my nipple.
I arched into his body, rubbing my panty-covered sex against the harsh ridges of his jeans. Everything he was doing felt amazing.
I wanted more.
I wanted to be closer.
My hands went to my hemline and then my brain caught up. Naked. All the skin on display for him. All my lumps and bumps exposed. But then I saw the hungry look in his eyes, the total acceptance there, and I tugged my dress up my body before tossing it somewhere on the other side of the room.
Hunter’s eyes lit up with approval as a little smile curved his lips. “Christ, they’re just as spectacular as I dreamed.”
I didn’t have the time to break down what that meant before he was on me again. Pushing my bra cups out of the way. Plucking and teasing my naked nipples. Taking one deep into his mouth to suck.
He must’ve laid me back on the bed while he continued his torment. Because the next thing I knew, the pillow was under me and his talented fingers were moving south.
His lips continued to tease my throbbing nipples while I felt something brush against my sex. And then his fingers were there. Petting. Stroking. Caressing my embarrassingly wet pussy.
He pressed a finger into me, and my body clenched around it.
He groaned low in his throat. “Christ, princess. You’re so tight. So wet.”
And then he was gone.
I blinked a few times as my brain lethargically registered the lack of weight above me. “What…?”
Then I saw him furiously undressing next to the bed.
He’d already ripped his shirt off and was currently struggling getting his pants off over his boots.
His chest was just as muscular as I’d thought and covered with a gorgeous selection of tattoos.
A great white shark behind a drum set on one pec, while some script text spanned the other.
And he had those big rocker letters stretching over his abs.
C-H-A-O was all I could see. Chaos, maybe?
But despite the display of muscles, seeing him hop around with his hard cock still behind his boxer briefs while his jeans were tangled in his boots was legitimately hilarious.
I couldn’t help it. I laughed. “Um, it might help if you take your shoes off first.”
“Fuck!” he shouted before he went down in a tangle of naked limbs, denim, and tattoos. On the floor, he hunched over his legs as his shoulders shook.
“Are you okay?” I whispered.
His soft laughter rolled through the room. “Christ, I feel like a moron. Not very sexy, I know.”
“I don’t know. I kinda like the thought that you were so crazy over me you couldn’t take your clothes off fast enough.” I sent him a grin before I swung my legs off the bed to sit up. “Plus there’s nothing unsexy about all of you looking like that.” I unhooked my bra and let it fall away.
His eyes zeroed in on my breasts like a heat-seeking missile. “Fuck me, Iz.”
“That’s kinda the point.” My thumbs hooked on the sides of my panties and that goosed him into action. I didn’t even get the chance to finish my little strip tease because suddenly he was there between my legs, his hands pushing mine away.
“That’s my job, sweetheart.”
And then he slowly drew my panties down my legs. He tossed them over his shoulder as he moved between my legs, forcing me to splay them wider. I went back on my elbows and dropped my head back as his tongue slowly licked its way up the center of me.
I whimpered. He hummed in reply, and I felt the vibrations all the way into my soul.
“Hunter. Oh my god. Please!” But my words only seemed to spur him on. He licked and sucked and thrust his tongue into the heart of me. His fingers teased my sex, stroking me, pressing into me. Every time his tongue brushed over my clit, sparks arced throughout my body.
Then he did something with his mouth against my clit, sucking it deep in a way I’d never felt before, and I lost it. My orgasm slammed through me, making me scream in surprise.
“Hunter!” My hands gripped his hair, holding him close as waves of pleasure crashed through me.
He panted against my slick flesh, and I had to push him away as another smaller orgasm swept through me. His beard rasped against my thighs, and shivers wracked my body again. I groaned weakly and rolled onto my side to escape.
He laughed softly as I heard him move away and the rustling of clothing.
And then he was back in the bed, nuzzling into my side, his hands petting my flushed skin. “You okay?”
I hummed. “Better than okay. More like amazing.”
“Glad to be of service.” He sounded smug as hell. A trait I was quickly attributing to him, but unlike with most people I knew it was somehow endearing with Hunter.
I rolled onto my back and blinked up at him. “Please tell me you brought condoms because I really don’t want to raid Beau’s stuff. Who knows what I’d find.”
“Safety first,” Hunter teased before he dropped a whole strip of condoms onto the bed next to us.
“Thank god. Although you don’t exactly strike me as a Boy Scout.”
“Only when it comes to sex.” He laughed with me before he sobered and raised his eyebrows. “You ready for round two?”
I shook my head. “I haven’t even gotten a chance to play with you.”
“Christ, woman. You trying to kill me?”
“What?” I blinked innocently at him.
He ripped one of the condoms open and deftly rolled it down his length. I sat up slightly and watched avidly. He was thick but not overly long. I’d definitely have a hard time gripping him in one hand though. I shivered at the thought.
Biting my lip, I tilted my head as he didn’t move, just sat there staring at me with a hungry look in his eyes and his dick in his fist. “So I take it I don’t get to play with him?”
“No. I want to come deep inside you, not down your throat or on your tits the first time.”
I laughed. “That sounds like you’ve given this a lot of thought.”