Chapter 24
Chapter Twenty-Four
Cassidy
I ’m living in a parallel universe where I am the kind of girl who likes to date the same man more than once. The kind of girl where the idea of a relationship isn’t all that terrifying and waking up with the same person more than once sounds kind of cool.
Hunter and I barely made it into my apartment before he was ripping my pants off, bending me over the arm of the chair, and eating me from behind, jeans bunched just below my knees, again.
I think he might be a fan of restraining me, and I might be too. I came twice on his face before I slumped over and relaxed into the cushion, sated. He barely gave me time to recover before he was notching the head of his latex-covered pulsing dick at my entrance. Naively, I tried to push my hips back, but that only earned me a spanking.
He only sat himself in me just past his swollen head before reaching around my hips with one hand to strum my clit and grasping my throat with the other. Now, I’ve never trusted anyone enough to put their fingers around my windpipe during sex, but Hunter didn’t ask. He just demanded things, without ever saying a word.
I came so hard on the tip of his dick, something I also have never done. Well, you know that saying you give them an inch, they’ll take a mile? I feel like he made me come with an exceptionally thick inch, and then I was begging for that mile. He obliged.
Now we’re lying in my bed, naked, and he’s reading me a passage from Little Women . His voice was made to read aloud. I can imagine creeping up on him, unaware, listening to him read The Giving Tree , Harold and the Purple Crayon , or Goodnight Moon to a little babe in his arms.
The thought stops my brain and I suddenly feel dizzy. I rest my head on his bare chest, and he wraps his arm around me. How comforting it is, both soothing and terrifying. I feel myself tensing and focusing on each breath I take. Hunter is calmly reading but suddenly pauses and lifts the book away from him.
“There a reason you’ve come down with rigor mortis?”
I toss around something to say, but nothing seems right. I don’t want to lie to him. We’ve been so honest and up-front through all this, why start lying now? Part of me also doesn’t want to stop this amazing evening. Things are so good, and I don’t want to shoot myself in the foot by opening the door to a conversation I’m not really ready to have. The solution that seems best fitting: partial truth.
“I’ve never done this before?”
Hunter sets the book down, open-faced, on my bed.
“Lie with someone after sex in your bed?”
“Not this close and no one but my father has ever read to me.”
I feel his heart rate pick up. If anyone is curious about a quick way to douse any kind of flame you have with a man, try mentioning your dad while you’re lying naked in bed with him. It’s like a bucket of cold water. This is a first because I don’t tell the men I usually sleep with personal information about myself, and anything about my dad fits into that category.
“I like reading to you.”
I hear something in his tone… a warmness? Irrefutability? Compassion? It makes my insides feel warm and my heart race. It makes the voices in my head scream and run for the hills. It makes me look up at him and crush my mouth against his.
I may not be the best when it comes to talking about all of this and moving in any kind of constructive direction. I am, however, good at the physical part, and so is Hunter.
Large, strong hands move me so that I straddle his hips. I’m already slick from his proximity alone, but it’s increasing just by our kissing. Feeling his hard length in between my legs I begin to slide my wet core along him. It’s so good. The silky, hot skin moistened by my arousal. The way he squirms beneath me but lets me explore him. I want more. I want it all. I pull my lips away and brace my hands on his shoulders.
“I’ve been dreaming of riding this fat cock since I first laid eyes on you. I may not be a cowgirl, but I think I know a thing or two…”
Hunter’s dick twitches beneath me and I take pleasure in such a simple feat. Being able to bring a strong man down to his knees is one hell of a power trip. I’m no fool though, I know he’s only lending me this power. It’s taking every ounce of his control.
“I think you’ve got more cowgirl in you than you think.” Hunter goes to move me, but I push him back against the pillows, quirking a brow .
“Condom?” he asks. Ah, that makes sense. Then the next thing I know I’m back in that alternate universe.
“I’m clean and on the pill.” The words are blurted out and his face turns an endearing shade of pink.
“Uh, I’m clean. It’s been a minute since I went to get tested, but it’s also been a minute since I’ve slept with someone. Never unprotected.”
“Oh! I’ve never done that either.” I can feel the blush cross my cheeks and spread across my bare chest.
“Okay,” he says softly as he gently glides his hands up and down my bare back.
“Okay,” I echo, bringing my lips a hair away from his.
Hunter brushes them together lightly and then slips his tongue along the seam of my mouth. Kissing this man is the most uncomplicated thing I’ve ever done. I don’t second guess a thing when his mouth and mine are melded.
His hands firmly grasp my hips, and he begins more laborious strokes of my flesh against his. As much as I adore how dominant he is, I want to show this man I can take charge too.
Pushing my legs into my bed, I sit myself deeper on him and stop his movements. Hunter growls but gives me his submission.
Once I see that he’s settled and waiting for me to make the next move, I raise my hips and heedlessly position his steel rod at my opening. I feel his silky head breach my drenched lips.
“Oh, fuck,” he grumbles, and I start to slide the tip of him in me. I beam at how powerless he suddenly seems.
My skin heats, sending fireworks through my veins as I continue to lower myself onto him. He’s stretching me and filling me in a new way. The sensation feels ethereal and unworldly.
Even though I’m on top of him, I feel like I’m doing it for him. I’ve been on top plenty of times, but that was all for me. I always made sure I got what I needed and never wanted a man to feel like he had dominance over me. Hunter’s dominance is so strong that I feel it from under me.
I can hear my heart pounding in my chest—a loud metronome only I can hear mixed with the music of our labored breaths. In his eyes I can see his wanting, his patience… his passion. I feel like I can hear his unspoken command.
Ride me, make me feel good, make yourself feel good, but not too good… that’s my job.
Listening to this command is quite simple, except I will take everything I want. That is, as long as he lets me. As I slide down his length, his fingers push into the flesh of my thighs with bruising intensity. Hunter’s jaw ticks and his nostrils flare as he looks intently into my eyes.
When I’m seated on him, I roll my hips side to side to accommodate him as best as I can before I begin to move. The rolling alone has me lighting up inside. Being this connected to Hunter, feeling him hot and completely intertwined with me does things to me I’ve never experienced.
Those feelings are somewhat unwanted, so I decide to return to passion. As I roll my hips, I slide my hands across my own skin from my stomach to my neck; my skin has become dewy with anticipation alone. I bring my hands up and slide them through my hair. Every nerve of my body feels like it’s been charged with electricity.
Hunter’s patience continues and his gaze deepens. I desperately want to break our eye contact for my own preservation, but at the same time, I’ve never felt more desired than I do at this moment .
Bringing my hips up a little before sliding back down, I feel the rush of hot air push past my lips in a soft moan. Keep going, Hunter’s eyes tell me. So, I do. I rise higher each time before sliding back down and rolling my hips. My hands fall to his chest to help me gain better support as my body continues to light up.
I ride him, and I do so with unbridled passion. I can feel myself heating up internally. It’s not only with anticipation of climax; I can feel something blossoming deep in my chest, and Hunter’s blue eyes are only making it happen faster. I drop my gaze and my chin before throwing my head back and moaning louder. With every intention to keep my head thrown back, I continue to work him over.
A feeling flits across my skin; it’s a hard, calloused hand sliding from my hip up my body. It slides between my aching breasts, which would die for attention. It slides past my collarbone and to my throat. I expect his fingers to take hold there again, but the sensation causes my chin to tilt and that’s where his hand settles. Gripping my jaw, Hunter pulls my face down so my eyes meet his gaze and pumps his hips up from under me. It sends electricity shooting up my spine, and my channel clenches as I moan loudly.
I want more, so I try to pump my hips to achieve a similar effect. The angle isn’t quite right, and the pressure is different. Hunter’s gaze is knowing. His previous look had been more serious and intense but is now cocky and sweet.
“Ride me, Cass.” His tone is guttural and husk. His demand makes me wild inside. The flame in me has grown bigger. I feel less inhibited, my confidence doesn’t matter. It’s not about how I am being perceived by Hunter; it doesn’t matter if he thinks I’m hot or good at riding him.
My hips begin to move erratically and his hand on my chin falls back to my thigh. Sliding his hands up to my hips he guides me with tender but strong hands. I feel myself buzzing more and more. Hunter feels it too; his grip is getting tighter, and his movements are punishing my creamy flesh. His right hand drops down and his thumb makes contact with my swollen bud. He’s not rubbing aimlessly, and the pressure isn’t too hard. The measured force is one that I would use with my own fingers to bring myself to climax.
I can’t stop the screams and Hunter can tell I’m faltering. He picks up where I lack, slamming into me from below and angling his hips, while expertly rubbing me.
“Fuck.” Hunter’s hips slam up into me and he holds me still as I feel myself pulsing around him. I feel him pulse inside me, his release evident with a warmness I've never experienced. Eyes that I had not realized were closed open lazily.
“That’s my girl.” He grins below me and tenderly pushes the hair out of my face, before settling his palm against my cheek. My instinct is to turn into that strong hand. I feel pampered and adored. It sends a chill up my spine. I want to get off, but he gently pulls me down to lay on his chest. He gently strokes my back as my ear and cheek lay against his warm skin. A deep sleep is calling to me as I listen to his heart and his attempt to even his breaths.
Fuck me, I’m in trouble.