Chapter 14
Catherine Celia
Whatever had been holding Hunter back moments ago snapped away, and above me was a man on a mission. He was kneeling as he worked my jeans off me along with my panties.
“Fuck me,” he said when he saw my bare pussy.
“Oh, I plan to,” I said to him.
“This is so much better than the shower,” he said, surprising me.
“What is that supposed to mean?” I asked.
“It means seeing you naked that day made me into a changed man. I couldn’t touch you then, but I can touch you now,” he said.
“You need to take off your pants first. It isn’t fair that you’ve seen me naked twice now and I’ve never seen you naked,” I said.
“Good point.” He hopped off the bed and lowered his jeans. He was rocking quite the hard-on, which was evident through his boxers.
“Holy cow,” I said, looking at his cock. “You’re huge.”
“I’m a big guy, Catherine,” he said like this should have been obvious to me.
Julian had a pencil dick. Not that I should be comparing the two.
“I can see that,” I replied.
He climbed onto the bed and slowly spread my legs, keeping eye contact with me. The gold in his hazel eyes swirled with heat as he dipped his head. “I want you to watch me. Get up on those elbows,” he ordered. Then he looked up at me. “You aren’t the only one who can be bossy.”
“Hunter, I… I…” I was murmuring.
“Say whatever it is. Don’t hide from me,” he said.
“Julian was the only one who ever, you know…” I made a circling motion around my vagina. “And I couldn’t come.”
A slow grin spread across Hunter’s lips.
He was so damn sexy I was losing it. “Don’t worry about that, beautiful.
Just enjoy the ride.” He winked. He winked, and then he spread my pussy lips with two fingers and dipped his head.
When his hot tongue made contact with my delicate skin, I groaned. “We’re off to a good start.”
“Hush, you,” I said. But then his tongue really got to work, and I felt my eyes roll to the back of my head. I was coming apart much faster than I expected. I began to moan loudly. “Holy crap, Hunter… this is…”
Moan. I was losing it. His tongue flicked my clit, then rubbed me in all the right ways. He even plunged his tongue inside me. He was relentless.
“You taste better than my wildest dreams,” he said.
“You dreamed about tasting me?” I asked, even though I could barely think straight.
“Yes,” he said, and then he stuck a finger inside me.
“I’m going to come,” I warned.
“That’s the point, beautiful.” I watched him fingering me. His eyes were glued to mine. He was the sexiest man I’d ever seen. His body was ripped; his skin was tanned. His light eyes contrasted with his dark hair; his jawline was too perfect.
Then he put his mouth back on me, and I was a goner. My elbows couldn’t hold me up anymore. I fell back on the bed as a tsunami of an orgasm overtook me.
“It’s too much,” I warned.
“It’s not enough,” he replied as he pumped into me with his fingers and flicked my clit with his tongue.
I cried out like I had never orgasmed before.
It felt like a force ripping through me.
It was overwhelming, and yet I didn’t want him to stop.
I couldn’t even think of what I wanted. My thoughts turned to liquid.
I didn’t unravel. Hunter had me undone, and he didn’t relent.
My orgasm continued as he flicked my clit with his tongue and licked at all my juices.
By the time I came down from my high, I was completely drained and felt airy.
No, I felt like I was walking on cloud nine.
Hunter shifted up the bed and gathered me in his arms. “What were you saying about not being able to come that way?” He grinned like the Cheshire cat.
“I think you fucked me stupid,” I replied because I didn’t have anything better.
“Nah, you could never be stupid.” He leaned in and kissed me. He smelled like a mix of vagina and something very masculine.
“I need to take care of you,” I said to him.
“Not today,” he replied.
“You do realize that you are rocking the largest hard-on I’ve ever seen,” I noted.
He laughed. “I’m glad the other guys you’ve been with didn’t measure up.”
“Very funny.”
“No pun intended,” he laughed.
I laughed too. “But I still can’t leave you hanging this way. I want to satisfy you,” I said as I lay limbless in his arms.
“I want that when I know I completely have your trust,” he replied, which caused a big, silly smile to erupt on my lips. He was sweet.
“I should’ve known you’d be a gentleman from my babysitting days,” I confessed.
His eyes popped like he was having a deer-in-the-headlights moment. “What do you mean?”
“Just that the seventeen-year-old version of me always wondered what you’d be like,” I said as I drew circles with my finger on his abdomen.
“Thinking of you as Isla’s babysitter makes this feel…”
“Please don’t do that. I’m a woman now. We’ve done nothing wrong. So I fantasized about you as a teenager,” I confessed.
“You’re killing me, Catherine.”
“I need you to see me as a woman. Not some kid,” I said, feeling my nerves rise.
“Trust me when I say I don’t see you as a kid. If I did, then what just happened would definitely not have happened,” he assured me. “It’s just that being a dad is part of who I am, and if we’re going to date, then you need to know that Isla is the center of my world, and that can’t change.”
My heart thumped at his words. He was saying them like a warning. But little did he know, they made me fall for him even more. “It’s one of the things I like and respect about you.”
His shoulders instantly eased, and it looked like he took a cleansing breath. He tucked my hair behind my ear and then dipped his head and kissed me. I wrapped my hands around his neck, and he shifted above me. It also put his cock directly between my legs, which caused him to pause.
“I told you we’d wait for sex,” he said.
I groaned. “I don’t think I like you playing hard to get. I want you inside me,” I said.
Now it was his turn to groan. “Let’s take a shower.”
“Really?” I asked.
“Wipe that smirk off your face. I’m not having sex with you in there. Just give me a minute on my own to take care of business,” he said, looking at his very erect cock.
“Hell no. If you’re going to get yourself off in the shower, I’m coming to watch,” I insisted.
He hissed. “I don’t see how I’m surviving this relationship,” he said. Then he got up off the bed and gave me a hand.
“You’re in good shape. I think you’ll be able to handle all the sex, old man,” I laughed.
“Is that your medical opinion, Dr. Davis?” he asked.
“Yup, now come on and show me how it’s done,” I said as I guided him toward the master ensuite.
Hunter shook his head and laughed like he thought I was a handful.
Truth was, I knew I was. We walked into the ensuite, and it was what I expected.
Dark gray shiny tile. Taupe cabinets that were matte and sleek and masculine.
The shower was huge with multiple jets. My parents had a shower like that in their room.
I shared the other washroom with Mila and Jaden, and it was a lot more basic.
Hunter started the shower and motioned for me to step in.
He had the main showerhead running with a rain-shower effect.
“I think we should use the jets too,” I suggested.
“Oh yeah?” he asked, and he pulled me into him. I leaned up on my tiptoes, and he crouched down a little until our lips met. I wrapped my hands around his neck. “This is dangerous.”
“Not for me, it isn’t. I’m on the pill, and I haven’t been with anyone since Julian. And since he cheated on me, I did get tested. Thank goodness he didn’t give me anything.”
Hunter frowned. “I hate that you had to go through any of it. But we’re still not having sex today.” He continued to nip at my lips. “I want you trusting me.”
As I looked into his eyes, something in my belly fluttered. He was being so sweet and attentive. I could see how much he wanted me, but he cared enough to make sure I was okay with all this.
“Your understanding means a lot,” I said. “But I’m still horny.”
“After that orgasm?” he asked, surprised.
I nodded. “Now show me how you take care of that hard-on you’re sporting.”
He laughed like he found me cute. “You’re something.”
“So I’ve been told.” I took a step back. “Show me.”
“Okay,” he said. He reached down and began stroking his cock. His eyes stayed glued to mine. His breathing was picking up, and so was mine. “This seems a little unfair. Why don’t you show me how you get yourself off?”
“I can do that, but I need that showerhead,” I pointed.
He passed me the showerhead, and I adjusted the water stream to make it stronger.
I placed it between my thighs, allowing the stream to hit my clit.
I was already so turned on. Hunter cupped his balls and then continued stroking himself.
When a bead of pre-cum came out of the tip, I moaned.
He was the sexiest man I’d ever seen. And I had never done anything like this with anyone I dated.
Maybe it helped that I had been fantasizing about him for years.
“Tell me about the Fourth of July,” he groaned.
“What about it?” I asked as my heart picked up pace. I still had the spray between my legs.
“Why did you run off to shower in the middle of the party?” he asked like he knew the answer.
“Because I got hot from watching you strut around the pool. I hadn’t felt anything in months after what happened with Julian. And then you showed up, and my pussy was turning hot on me.”
“Fuck,” he groaned. “Seeing you naked that day did me in.”
“I was getting myself off,” I admitted.
“I assumed that was the reason for your fingers between your thighs,” he said, his jaw so taut I thought it would snap.
“I was getting myself off to thoughts of you,” I confessed, and I watched his hazel eyes widen and fill with even more heat.
“Fuck. Touch yourself now. Show me what you were doing,” he said. I was already so wet. This whole situation had my clit throbbing.
I dipped my fingers between my thighs, and I felt my eyes roll shut.
“Open your eyes, beautiful. Watch what you do to me,” he said.
I opened my eyes. I was so close that my fingers sped up as I rubbed my clit.
My breathing was erratic. Hunter’s cock was so hard it had grown in his hand.
“Fuck, you’re so damn beautiful,” he said as he picked up pace.
Come spurted out of his cock, and it drove me over the edge.
I moaned so loud I thought my legs would give out.
I held onto the wall. Hunter did the same.
I felt like I couldn’t stand anymore, and Hunter leaned in behind me and dipped his fingers between my legs.
He finished what I couldn’t. He prolonged my orgasm as I leaned into him for support.
“That’s it, my dirty girl. You come hard just for me,” he said. His rough voice urged me on as I came all over his fingers.
I was completely spent after. I turned to look at him, and he dipped his head and kissed me. I slipped him tongue because I couldn’t help myself.
He groaned into my mouth. “I better clean you up. I don’t know if you can handle a third orgasm today.”
He was right. I’d never orgasmed twice in one day before. I was spent. My limbs felt useless, and I needed water. Hunter soaped up his hands and washed my body. He cupped my breasts and washed between my thighs. He didn’t stop until he got every inch of me.
“You’re horny again, aren’t you?” he asked as if he could read it on me.
I nodded. “I can’t explain it, but the way you washed me up was hot.”
“I’ll remember that,” he said.
I took some soap and lathered it in my hands so that I could wash him too. So I could learn every inch of his magnificent body. As I washed him and cupped his balls, then stroked his cock, he grew hard.
“Let me get you off. Let me stroke you until you come,” I practically begged.
He hissed and held onto the wall. I spread kisses along his chest, and I sucked on each of his nipples.
His hips jerked into my hands. Watching him come undone was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen, and knowing that I could make him react this way felt empowering.
He was my crush, and he was turning out to be the man I had always dreamed of finding.
Hunter groaned and then came in my hands.
I stroked his cock and felt him jerk. I watched his abs contract and loved the way his head fell back as he groaned in ecstasy.
He was an Adonis, and I had brought him to his knees.