12. Hunter #3
I press a kiss to the corner of her mouth, down her neck, and across the tops of her breasts. I remove her bra and take her nipple into my mouth. She arches into me.
“Play with yourself.” I take her other breast into my mouth, pulling and tugging at her flesh.
Her arm flexes, and I know she’s touching herself. I lose all sense of self-control, sit back, and brazenly look down.
“I love watching you,” I say.
Her breaths come faster with each passing second.
“What would I be doing if that hand was mine?” I ask.
“This.” Her hand moves faster, more desperate, like she’s chasing something she’s tired of denying.
“Stop thinking,” I tell her. “It’s just us.”
“I know, but . . .”
“But what?”
“I need . . .” She looks to her right and left, then turns her fiery gaze back to me. “I need my vibrator.”
“Why’s that?”
“Because,” she whispers, “it can take a while for me sometimes.”
I pin her with a searing gaze. “Sutton, I’m not in a hurry.”
Sutton shrugs, but continues to pleasure herself. She seems almost embarrassed, and it’s clear to me now that the men she’s been with have made her feel some kind of way about struggling to find her own pleasure.
“Sit up and scoot to the end of the couch,” I tell her.
She pulls her hand from between her legs and sits up. I stand, and in a matter of seconds, I’ve got my jeans unbuttoned and tossed away. Sutton’s mouth drops open as she blatantly watches me stroke myself.
“Don’t stop,” I urge.
She spreads her thighs for me again. They glisten with moisture. With one hand, she pulls at her nipple.
I drop to my knees in front of her—one hand stroking myself, the other sliding up her thigh. “Don’t think, baby girl. Just feel.” I touch her like I’ve been waiting my whole life to. Watching her face more than my hands.
Sutton never closes her eyes, focused on every movement.
I bite my lip, imagining her lips wrapped around me. I ease a second finger inside her.
She groans, hips lifting toward me. Her body shudders around my touch, and she makes a sound that wrecks me.
“Don’t hold back. Let me see you fall apart.”
“You can . . .” She breaks apart in my hands, and I swear I’ve never seen anything more beautiful.
“Are you not going to come?” Her eyes flare as she looks down at my still hard cock.
“I can wait,” I say, releasing my grip. “Don’t want to make a mess on the couch.”
The devilish grin that appears on her face makes me want to know exactly what she’s thinking. Her thighs relax as I drag my fingers from her body and stick them in my mouth, groaning at the taste of her.
“Holy. Hell.” Sutton falls back against the cushions.
I wink, lean forward, and capture her mouth with mine. She grips my shoulders, pulling me to her.
I know she’s ready for more, and as much as I want to go there, I can’t. I pull away. “I don’t want to rush this.”
She scrunches her eyebrows. “But—”
“I’ve waited this long to have you. When I make love to you, I want to savor every moment.”
Her eyes glisten, and she smiles sweetly. “That sounds like a good idea.”
“Let’s get you to bed, babe.”
She drops her blanket and tugs her underwear and leggings back on, holding her hoodie against her chest. I try to pull my jeans on, which is really difficult when I’m hard as a rock. She bursts out laughing, and I swat her on the butt.
We gather our blankets and place them back in the basket. Then we move from room to room, closing down the house, and finally go upstairs.
The moon is full and shines brightly through the blinds. When we reach her door, she turns to me, and I step into her space, placing my hands on her hips.
“Sutton Bradley,” I say, looking earnestly at her.
“This sounds serious.” She smiles and leans against the wall.
“Will you go on a date with me Friday night?”
“You want to take me on a date?”
I slide my hands around her back and interlock my fingers, pulling her into my chest. “Sutton, I’ve wanted to take you on a date for as long as I can remember.” I lean closer with each word.
The atmosphere around us thickens, everything seeming to freeze. Sutton leans closer, her lips barely brushing against mine. She places a kiss on the corner of my mouth. “I’d love nothing more than to go on a date with you, Hunter Michaels.”
I pull her against me, and she sighs. I know she can feel how affected I still am by her.
“You know,” she whispers against my cheek, pressing her hips into mine and glancing down at my dick, “I’d be glad to help you with that.”
I tilt my face toward her, place a kiss on the curve of her neck, and bite slightly. “Don’t worry, babe, someday you will. But tonight was about you.”
She nods.
“For someone who didn’t know what it meant,” I say, “you’re pretty good at Netflix and chill.”
She pushes away from me and stares into my eyes as the pieces click together. “That’s what it means?”
I smile and laugh. Her face turns even more pink.
“Well, great, I’m sure the ladies in the office think I’m some kind of vixen! Who knew I’ve been using that phrase the wrong way all these years.”
I laugh, then step away from her. “Good night, Sut.”
She opens her bedroom door and steps inside. “Good night.”