9. Hunter
nine
hunter
I’M NURSING MY usual Coke in the upstairs VIP section of Madness.
I feel like we won that game by the skin of our teeth. Greenwood gave us a real fight, and Axel pissed me the fuck off from beginning to end. If the buzzer hadn’t gone off when it did, we might have thrown it down right there and then, even though fighting is illegal in college hockey.
We won, but victory doesn’t taste as sweet as it should. Because I know I wasn’t at my best. I let myself get too riled up. I lost my cool. That’s unacceptable.
My teammates are getting drunk all around me, and I’m just sitting here with my stupid soda, irritable as fuck and going over every detail of the game, thinking of all the things I should’ve done differently.
Ryder has a girl in his lap, his hand halfway up her thigh. Another teammate has a girl on his lap and they’re making out. I get up and walk toward the railing overlooking the dance floor. The DJ booth is right across from us, and the music is bass-heavy and louder than I’d like it to be.
I lean against the railing and look down at the dancers.
Jamie comes and leans beside me. “You alright?”
I shrug noncommittally.
“I’m proud of you for not beating up Axel tonight,” he says.
“You know I almost did.”
“Yeah. Saved by the bell,” he chuckles. “Anyway, don’t be pissed. We beat them fair and square. You know he’s off somewhere licking his wounds right now, pissed as fuck.”
“Yeah.” I blow out a breath. “Thanks.” Jamie knows me too well.
Playing against Axel, win or lose, always puts me in a weird mood.
Axel gets under my skin like no one else.
I can’t always stop the memories of when we were best friends from flashing through my mind.
We used to do everything together, inseparable throughout my childhood and well into high school.
His betrayal still stings. Add to that the fact that he never offered an apology or an explanation, and it burns like fire in my soul.
I remember asking him why over and over again, needing an answer, needing any sort of explanation. A part of me would’ve forgiven him if he’d shown some remorse. But he’d just looked at me and smirked, shaken his head and walked away.
Now, even years later, all I want is to break every bone in his body.
Beside me, Jamie whistles low, breaking into my thoughts. “Damn, look at those hotties,” he says. “Isn’t that the girl from the other day? The blonde you were holding hands with? Who’s her friend?”
I jerk my head, following his gaze to two girls in tight, short dresses. There’s no way Stevie is here. But she is. Standing next to the same friend she’d come to Finnegan’s with that first time, when she’d told me she owed me.
Her black dress is strapless, the top part molding onto her tits in a way that makes my mouth water. The hem barely covers her ass, and almost every man in the room is staring at her, salivating like a dog.
“Oh, hell no,” I mutter, anger surging in my chest. I push away from the railing and head downstairs, Jamie’s laughter ringing in my ears.
My anger is like a living, breathing thing by the time I push through the crowd on the dance floor and reach her where she’s standing, chatting with her friend, oblivious to all the eyes on her.
She’s mine, and I’ll be damned if any other man looks at her like she’s a big, juicy steak he wants to bite into.
I grab her by the elbow and drag her away from her friend without a word.
She struggles to keep up with my long strides. “Hunter!”
“Shut it, princess. We’ll talk in private.” I haul her to the men’s restroom. A guy is in there washing his hands. I jerk my head at him. “Beat it.” He scampers off and I push Stevie into an empty stall at the end of the row, lock the door, and press her against the wall.
“What the fuck are you wearing?” I demand.
She’s breathing hard, cheeks flushed, eyes flashing. She looks angry and gorgeous as fuck.
“A dress,” she huffs. “What does it look like?”
“You call this thing,” I flick a finger at her low-cut neckline, “a dress?”
She lifts her chin. “Why are you hauling me around like I’m a sack of potatoes? Let me go.” It’s cute how she tries to struggle against me. It’s like fighting off a butterfly.
I tighten my grip on her shoulders and press my chest against hers. “I love it when you get mad, princess.”
“Let me go,” she struggles against my grip, her glorious cleavage rubbing against my pecs. I’m painfully hard and desperate to blow my load into her tight little pussy.
“Shut the fuck up,” I growl, and pull the top part of her dress down. Her tits spring free and my cock gets even harder. “Fuck,” I mutter.
She’s stopped struggling, her mouth open in adorable shock.
I take her perky tits in my hands and rub my thumbs in circles on her hardened nipples.
Neither of us says anything. We’re both breathing hard, both staring at my hands on her tits.
I feel like the luckiest man alive. “Fuck, baby,” I murmur, lowering my head and sucking a nipple into my mouth. She tastes like fucking honey.
Stevie moans and arches up against me, begging for more. Her hands are in my hair, pressing my head hard against her as I suck and nip and bite her nipple. “Hunter,” she moans, and precum leaks from my cock. I might come in my pants like a fucking schoolboy.
“Yes, princess. Say my name.” I turn my attention to her other nipple, licking and sucking, pulling at the hardened nub with my teeth as her moans get louder and louder.
“My little virgin,” I say, licking the side of her breast. “Has anyone ever sucked on these beautiful tits before?”
“No,” she moans, arching her back and undulating her hips. My cock jerks.
Continuing to suck on her nipple, I lower my hand and touch her inner thigh, slowly gliding up until I reach her panties. She’s soaking wet. Fuck.
It’s taking every ounce of self-control I possess to keep from lifting her skirt and taking her virginity in this fucking bathroom stall. Instead, I move her panties aside and touch her pussy. It’s softer than silk and so fucking wet.
“Damn, princess, you’re dripping wet for me.” I lick the side of her neck as she whimpers. “Stop,” she says in a small voice.
I lift my head to look at her. “Stop? You know that word doesn’t work on me. If you want me to stop, use the safe word. You remember it, right?” She nods. “Then say it,” I dare her.
Her wide, innocent eyes are staring straight into mine. Her lips part.
“Say it, Stevie. Say the safe word.”
She shakes her head, biting down on her lower lip.
“That’s right,” I say, feeling smug as fuck. “’Cause you don’t want me to stop. You want my cock stretching you and hurting you and making you scream, don’t you?” I rub my hard-on against her belly, then take her hand and place it on my cock. “Feel it, baby. Feel how much I want you.”
“You’re so big,” she whimpers, her small hand exploring me tentatively.
“Yeah, and you’re gonna take it like a good girl and you’re not gonna complain, aren’t you?”
She stares at me, breathing hard, her bare tits rising and falling with every breath.
“Say yes,” I prompt, my fingers still slowly and gently rubbing her pussy. I haven’t even touched her clit yet.
“Yes,” she says.
“Good girl,” I say and sink a finger inside her without warning.
She gasps and jerks against me. “Hunter!”
“My payment for flirting with that asshole the other night.”
“I wasn’t flirt—” She breaks off on a moan.
“Yes, you were. Don’t piss me off any more than I already am.”
“How am I pissing you off? I didn’t even do—”
I sink a second finger into her tight cunt to shut her up. “You’re so fucking tight, princess. I’m gonna love stretching you out.”
I steadily pump my fingers in and out of her as she whimpers and moans in my arms. Her eyes are shut, head thrown back, mouth hanging open, cheeks flushed.
She looks so beautiful I want to die. I can’t wait till she’s in my bed and I’m thrusting my cock inside her, stretching her and taking her innocence, marking her as mine forever.
I don’t know what the fuck has come over me.
I’ve never been this obsessed with a woman before.
I liked my high school girlfriend, and I’ve liked some of the other women I’ve dated, but none of them lit my whole fucking body on fire like this.
None of them have made me lose control like this, where I’ve decided to strip them half naked and finger fuck them in a public place. The men’s restroom, for fuck’s sake.
Stevie writhes in my arms, eyes still shut, completely lost in the moment. Even though I’m hard as fuck, I know I have to stop soon. The door to the restroom opens and shuts. Someone walks into a stall. I kiss Stevie to swallow her moans. Nobody can hear the noises she’s making but me.
She kisses me back hungrily, thrusting her tits into my chest. I want to feel her skin to skin. I want to be completely naked with her. I gently rub my thumb against her clit, and she bucks. I deepen our kiss, sinking my tongue down her throat. Her moans and whimpers are driving me insane.
“Hunter,” she moans against my lips.
“Yes, princess.”
“Hunter,” she says again, opening her eyes halfway, looking so sex dazed, it takes everything in me to keep my cock in my pants.
“Tell me what you want, princess.”
“I want you,” she moans. “Right now. Please. Please, Hunter. I need you.”
Jesus Christ. “Not here, baby.”
“Why not?” she pleads, so fucking needy and desperate for me.
“You want me to fuck you for the first time in a bathroom stall?”
She nods. “I don’t care where it is.”
I laugh. “You’re not in your right mind.
” I press my thumb harder against her clit and she gasps.
I rub circles around the hard bud until she’s closed her eyes again.
She rises quickly, chest heaving and thighs trembling as I rub her clit faster and faster, my other two fingers still pumping inside her pussy.
I kiss her as she comes, taking her moans into my mouth, her body bucking and her cunt convulsing around my fingers.
I keep rubbing, drawing out her orgasm as her wetness splashes against my palm.
Her body sags against mine, head coming to rest on my shoulder.
I press my face into her hair and inhale, the scent of vanilla and coconut making me feel like I’m high.
I hold her for a long time, my hand still cupping her pussy, my fingers still inside her. Her breathing has finally slowed down and her arms have come around me. The feeling of being held by her is something else.
The bathroom door slams hard against the wall, and we both jump and separate. My head clears. I remove my hand from her and pull her top back up. Stevie looks beautifully rumpled, her blonde hair a mess, lipstick completely smeared.
I bring my fingers to my nose and inhale deeply, filling my lungs with her scent. She looks so shocked, a laugh bursts out of me. “Let’s get you home, princess.”
She lifts her chin mulishly. “I want to dance.”
“Nope. You’re going home.”
“Don’t tell me what to do.”
I laugh. “You say that like it’s gonna have any effect on me.
” I smooth her hair back, and, ripping off some toilet paper, clean the smeared lipstick off her face.
She pouts, and I kiss her sweet mouth. I wait for whoever’s in the bathroom to leave and open the stall door.
My hand is at the small of her back as I push her out. This time, she doesn’t protest.
We get back to the dance floor. I spot Jamie dancing with Stevie’s friend. He has his arms around her waist, staring at her as she looks up at him, her arms around his neck. Interesting.
I steer Stevie toward the exit.
“Wait,” she says, trying to evade my grip. “I need to say bye to Becca.”
“She’s busy.”
“But she needs to know I’m leaving.”
“Text her from the car. And don’t worry, my friend will take care of her.”
Stevie huffs but obeys me the rest of the way to my car. Good girl. I could really get used to her following my orders.