CHAPTER 10 – A SHOPPING EXPEDITION #3
I look up. “Only if you promise not to buy out the store next time.”
He laughs. “Can’t make that promise. You look too good.”
He brings the wine and sits next to me, thigh to thigh. He pours for both of us, then clinks glasses. “To new beginnings,” he rasps. I don’t have the heart to tell him that at this point, I’m not sure where the beginning is, much less the end, but I nod anyway and take a sip.
The wine tastes expensive and buttery and a little bit like magic.
I put the glass down, and without really thinking, pull the black mesh bralette out and dangle it temptingly before Hunter.
His eyes flash. His hand finds my thigh, squeezes.
“You want me to undress for you?” I purr.
His voice is low, and I feel it in my bones. “Yeah.”
I stand, let my clothes drop to the floor. I’m naked except for the new boots, which makes me feel a little bit like a sexy Bond girl. I step into the red dress, the one with the slit up the side, and slide the straps over my shoulders.
“Fuck,” Hunter murmurs, just watching.
I pirouette, then hike the dress up, showing my bare ass.
He’s on his feet before I finish the turn, and his hands are on my waist, pulling me close.
He kisses me, slow at first, but then it turns hungry. He bites my lower lip, hard enough to sting, then kisses the place where he bit me.
“You want to do this here, or in the bedroom?” he asks, voice like velvet.
“Bedroom,” I say, even though I’d let him take me anywhere.
He scoops me up, dress and all, and carries me down the hall.
His bedroom is a river of lights. The city shimmers all around us, but I don’t see. Hunter lays me on the bed and peels the dress off, inch by inch, kissing every place he exposes.
He spends an eternity on my breasts, kissing and biting, sucking my nipples until I’m moaning, back arching off the sheets. He’s relentless, alternating gentle licks with sharp bites, his hands kneading me like dough.
My hands find his head, fingers in his hair, holding him to me.
“Fuck me, Hunter, please,” I whisper.
He laughs, low and throaty. “Please what?”
“I want you inside me,” I say, voice so shaky I barely recognize it. “Please.”
He shakes his head, kisses down my stomach, then hooks his thumbs in the waistband of my panties.
“You get to come,” he says, “but not like that.”
He rips the panties off, then nudges my knees apart and kneels between them. His tongue finds my clit, slow at first, then faster, and I’m already close. He teases, circles, backs off, then gives me a long, hard lick through my pussy folds that makes me see stars.
I shudder, gasping. “Ohhhh yes!”
Then he pulls away and strips out of his own clothes. His body is better than any art in the museum—broad shoulders, carved chest, abs so defined they look fake. His cock is huge and hard, the tip slick with pre-cum.
He lays next to me, propped on one elbow.
“Straddle me,” he says.
I do, climbing on top, rubbing my wet pussy against his cock, but I don’t let him in.
I know what he wants.
I grab his shaft, press it down, and slide my slit along it, letting the head of his penis catch on my clit with every pass. It feels so fucking good I almost black out. I rock back and forth, smearing myself all over him, making the whole thing obscene.
He watches, eyes dark and wild, hands on my hips.
“Good girl,” he whispers, voice ragged. “You’re a pro at the camel toe slide, aren’t you? Fuck, you’re slutty.”
I keep going, faster, grinding on him, feeling the heat build.
“Want to try this backwards?” he asks.
I nod, desperate.
“Yes, Hunter. Just let me come.”
He flips me over, so I’m kneeling over him facing away, cowgirl style. He grabs his cock, lines it up, and rubs it against my clit from behind, using the head like a toy. Then, he pushes his cock down flat and positions my pussy on top of it lengthwise.
“Do the reverse camel toe slide, baby,” he rasps. “Get me lubed up with all that pussy cream.”
I do as told, rubbing my velvet vise along his thick shaft, moaning and gasping as my clit rubs along his thickness. It feels so good, and even better when his hand snakes around, playing with my tits, pulling on the nipples until I’m a mess.
Then he spits on his fingers and presses one to my asshole.
I gasp, craning my head to look over one shoulder at him.
“Hunter?” I pant. “Oh my god!”
But he pushes, slow but firm, until his finger is buried all the way in my ass.
I moan, the sound raw and needy.
“Yes, keep moving, baby girl,” he rasps. “Keep going with the camel toe slide as I fuck your asshole with my finger.”
I moan again as Hunter jerks beneath me, his cock spurting pre-come. Then, he slides another finger into my asshole, stretching me out, whispering filthy things all the while.
“Your butt feels so tight. It’s just waiting to take cock, isn’t it?”
“Yes, I need a veiny cock in my asshole,” I whimper. “Please, Daddy, don’t stop.”
Hunter groans and keeps going, adding a third finger, making me feel full and wild and totally owned in my bottom.
Then he reaches around and plays with my clit with his other hand, rubbing it in slow, perfect circles.
It’s too much. I come hard, screaming, my whole body shaking. My pussy clenches, my ass squeezing around his fingers. I fall forward, limp, but he holds me up, still working my anus, still talking dirty.
“Fuck, you’re a filthy girl,” he moans, “letting an older man finger your asshole like that. Fuck fuck fuck.”
“Yessss,” I mewl, panting. “Yes yes yes!”
He lets me collapse onto the bed then, digits still buried in my butt. He kisses my back worshipfully, licking slightly along my spine.
“You were incredible, sweetheart,” he rasps. “But I’m liking this too much. I want to keep my fingers buried in your asshole for as long as possible.”
Oh my god, is he serious? But as I climb off his big form, I’m careful not to dislodge his digits because it feels good. Whatever Hunter wants is what he gets, and if that means plugging my bottom in any way he chooses, then so be it.
I’m only too happy to go along for the ride.
When I wake, the room is dim and Hunter is still awake, propped on an elbow, watching me.
He smiles, white teeth flashing in the dark. There’s something dark in his eyes.
“Can’t sleep?” I ask.
He shakes his head, then kisses my temple. “Just didn’t want to miss a minute.”
I smile, but he doesn’t.
Instead, he strokes my hair, and I can feel the tension in him, like he’s about to say something but can’t get the words out.
“Hunter?”
He looks at me, jaw tight.
“Nothing,” he says. “Just thinking.”
But I see it in his eyes, the thing he’s not saying.
He knows something, and he’s not telling me.
But for now, he just holds me, his arms wrapped tight, as if he can keep me from slipping away.
I close my eyes, let myself float.
Tomorrow, I’ll ask the questions.
Tonight, I just want to be Daisy.
And I want to be his.