CHAPTER 16 #2
Hunter smiled and drew my hand over his cheek like he was famished for my touch, nuzzling my palm lines. “Guess so, doll.”
How was I ever going to protect my heart around him?
When Hunter bit the pad of my thumb in a playful, wolfish way, I was reminded of the faint ache in my core needing to be satiated. Using my free hand, I roved it down his washboard-worthy abs until I palmed his tented groin with intention.
A groan rumbled out of him.
“Take it off, pretty boy,” I urged softly. “And let me see how you fuck yourself.”
With the grace of a feline, Hunter moved fluidly to cover my body with his, the chain around his neck winking in the darkness and grazing against the swells of my breasts.
“You first. Show me how you play with your little pussy, Gabby,” he ordered, stealing a quick kiss.
“And if you finish with my name on your lips, I’ll give you a reward. ”
Fuck, he had no business being this sexy.
“What if I forget to say your name?” I arched a saucy brow, testing him.
“If you don’t follow my rule, you don’t get to see anything.” His hands wandered down to the hemline of my dress. “But you’re a good girl. You’ll do as I say, won’t you, baby?”
Oh, I feared I’d be anything this man asked of me. A good girl or a nasty slut. I was so gone for Hunter that I’d give him anything he desired.
Only for tonight, I reminded myself. “Y-yes.”
“Now take this dress off, Gabby. I want you naked.”
I realized putting on a show was kind of our thing. Whether in private or public. And unbeknownst to Hunter, I had a little bit of an exhibitionist streak.
I licked my lips. “Help me?”
Again, he didn’t need to be told twice. Some part of me wondered if he had a side—along with his dominant one—that fancied being told what to do.
Hunter dragged my minidress over my thighs, my hips, my waist, my chest, until he was able to pull it off in one swoop. He was so gentle with me. As if I were made of glass and a special gift that he had to handle delicately.
Now that I was practically naked except for my thong, Hunter froze. If it weren’t for his faint breathing, I’d think he was a marble statue.
“Fucking hell,” he finally whispered, entranced. His palms drew over the curves of my body like a potter appreciating a fine creation. “Every inch of you is so goddamn beautiful. You’re divine, Gabriela.”
I swooned. I was in good shape, took care of myself, and loved knowing Hunter appreciated my efforts.
“Like what you see?” I returned, taking both his hands and moulding them to my jutting breasts.
“Oh, yeah.” Hunter groaned, feeling the shape and weight of me in his hands. He used his thumbs and pointer fingers to toy with my pebbled nipples. It was my turn to moan. “How does it feel to be one of God’s favourites?”
An unexpected chuckle burst out of me, broken by my choked whimper when he pinched my nipples and tugged. “G-great, actually. Thanks for asking.”
He grinned roguishly as he recalled our past exchange. It seemed eons ago, instead of a handful of weeks. Even then, I think I knew that our story was just beginning. The kiss on the dance floor wasn’t the end. It was the catalyst that pushed everything into place.
Souls at the mercy of fate, Hunter and I were meant to intertwine—to be in each other’s lives for as long as the universe deemed fit. And hopelessly, I wished it were for a long time coming.
“When did you get this?” Hunter thumbed my heart-shaped belly ring.
It was a spur-of-the-moment decision. “When I turned eighteen.”
He bit his bottom lip. “It’s cute. I like it.”
“Look at you lavishing me with compliments. Careful or you’ll inflate my ego to astronomical levels.”
“Can’t help it. I like everything about you. Even the parts I have yet to learn.”
I sucked in a sharp breath, caught between excitement and fear.
That statement sounded serious, like this wasn’t only just tonight for him.
I knew Hunter felt something for me—the same something I felt for him, but this wasn’t a forever thing.
We needed to have an expiry date. Because I wasn’t a long-term girl.
Not anymore. And I’d never want to hurt him by giving him false hope.
I readied myself to speak, but the words evaporated when Hunter brought two fingers to my lips and dipped them past the seam.
“Suck, baby.”
I swirled my tongue around his digits before sucking hard, my own lust spiking when his strong body jerked from my touch.
Spellbound, I watched him drag his wet fingers in veneration down my chin, my neck, the valley between my breasts, and down my stomach until he paused at the edge of my hunter green thong. “I love this colour on you.”
“I wore it because of you.”
Hunter dropped a low fuck under his breath. “Did you wear the dress for me too?”
I nodded, suddenly feeling shy. “Yes.”
“Good girl,” he rasped, sounding like he’d make me sorry if the answer were anything but. “Raise your hips for me so I can take off this soaked little thong.”
My heart beat erratically as I obeyed his command.
Hunter’s fingers tucked into the sides of my thong and slowly drew the material down my legs, ensuring that it didn’t snag in my heels.
Then he split my knees apart and pushed my thighs back until I was obscenely splayed open for him on the blanket.
His blue eyes devoured my most intimate flesh, his mouth parting in amazement like he’d never seen anything like me. His finger lazily slid over my mound, outlining the neatly trimmed landing strip. “I wondered if you were a real redhead.”
I trembled when he dipped his finger into my slit, coating it with my wetness. “I-I’m real.”
“Hm, that you are.” He sucked his finger into his mouth. “Fuck, you taste so good, Gabby.”
I was wetter than I’d ever been and we’d barely gotten started. “Hunter, I want…”
He knew what I wanted.
It was written all over my face.
Him.
His lips. His tongue. His fingers.
But the dark smirk on his face let me know he’d torture me before giving me what I really wanted.
Hunter grabbed my right hand and brought it over my pussy. “Play with yourself, doll. Put on a show for me.”
I was having an out-of-body experience. Like this moment between myself and the man who embodied all my fantasies never occurred and it was all a figment of my imagination.
The candles lit up our small bubble almost in a sacrosanct manner, shining just enough light for me to see my fingers dance over my wet pussy, collecting my arousal.
Keeping my eyes riveted on Hunter, I touched myself, rubbing my clit and moaning as lust built in my core and zinged through my veins like liquid fire. “Oh, God.”
“My name, baby. Otherwise, I won’t give you what you want.” Hunter circled one veiny hand around my throat in a primitive, domineering way. “And we both know you need me to eat your sweet cunt like it’s my goddamn job.”
“Hunter.” I moaned as his other hand got busy tweaking my nipples, alternating between pinching and slapping the rosy peaks. I liked a little bit of pain with sex. Hunter knew it too, based on the way he licked his lips in hunger, watching pleasure wash over me.
Eyeing my pussy as I rubbed circles around my throbbing bud, he growled, “Do you only touch your clit, Gabriela?”
I shook my head, pinching my clit lightly. “S-sometimes I like to ride my hand.” I whimpered. “Or use dildos.”
Hunter’s nostrils flared, the hand collaring my neck tightening. “Yeah?”
I bet he’d like seeing me use my toys.
“Y-yeah.” I bit my lip to tame my sounds, my orgasm surmounting.
“Put a finger in your pussy.” His deep tenor dripped with arrogance and control that just did it for me. “Fuck yourself.”
“I want you to fuck me with your fingers.”
Hunter grabbed the underside of my tit in a rough squeeze and tutted. “Don’t demand like a brat. Ask like a good girl, Gabriela.”
I closed my eyes and whispered, “Please.”
“You want me to finger your cunt, little doll?”
“Tongue it too,” I added shamelessly, pausing my fingers on my clit long enough to say, “I also got tested recently and I’m negative. Please, Hunter. I’ll do anything to feel your mouth on me.”
“Fuck,” Hunter cursed, his tongue peeking out to lick his bottom lip like he’d been dreaming of tasting me…
and I’d just handed him the golden ticket to the lotto.
“How can I deny you when you beg so sweetly?” He grabbed my hands and made me cup the back of my knees, demanding, “Hold yourself open for me. Good girl. Just like that, Gabby.”
Every cell in my body shook with anticipation as I observed Hunter lower himself between me, his face lining with my pussy and his big palms skating over my inner thighs, making sure I remained spread for him like a feast.
His warm breath fanned over my swollen flesh and I released a breathy noise, unable to take any more waiting. It was so hot the way his face darkened with lust, the way his jaw clenched, the way his stormy eyes collided with mine.
“If I do something you don’t like, tell me. I’ll stop,” he said. “And if I do something you like, tell me so I don’t stop. Understood?”
I swallowed. “Yes.”
Hunter’s tongue flicked out and the flat of it glided slowly between my slit, tasting my cum like I was the finest meal at a five-star establishment before settling on my clit with a low, satisfied growl.
I jerked with a whine and my entire body arched under the stroke of his tongue, my heels coming to rest on his broad shoulders.
Hunter chuckled lazily at my reaction and scooped handfuls of my ass, dragging me closer to him and canting my hips for his ministrations.
I rose on my elbows, the angle giving me the perfect view as he got straight to work.
He began with slow flicks against my clit, gauging my reaction.
I moaned in encouragement. Emboldened, Hunter increased his pace, licking me like a ravenous man, making my core clench and my toes curl.
“Hunter.” I whimpered on a particular swipe of his tongue. “M-more.”
“You like that, sweetheart?”