Chapter 8
Tori
My grand plan to seduce Hunter went out the window last night. I wasted the perfect opportunity. We were all alone, and I ended up crying like a baby in his arms. I’m not going to make the same mistake again tonight. Tonight, I’m going to be fun, sexy, desirable Tori. Or at least I’m going to try.
That plan went out the window when Shelly asked me to work the late shift.
Of course, being a people pleaser, I agree.
The guys went upstairs an hour ago and all the club members have left.
I say goodnight to Shelly and lock the doors behind her.
I listen to the sound of her motorcycle riding away before I take one final look around, then turn out the lights and head upstairs.
After washing the grime of the evening off in the shower, I change into a pair of skimpy shorts, and a strappy lace-trimmed top that barely contains my boobs.
It’s only as I’m about to climb into bed that I realize I forgot to get a glass of water.
Figuring the guys are all fast asleep by now and no one will see me, I pad on my tiptoes to the kitchen.
I jump as I turn on the light, clutching my hand to my chest. “Jesus! Hunter, what are you doing sitting in the dark? You scared me half to death!”
He chuckles and gets up from the couch where he was sitting. “Sorry, princess. I didn’t mean to scare you. I couldn’t sleep. I like to sit and look out at the stars, having the light on makes it pretty hard to see,” he says earnestly.
He seems almost shy to admit it, vulnerable. It’s a rare moment of candor from him where he isn’t acting a part or being a wild card. Impulsively, I flick off the light switch and head over to him, trying not to stumble as my eyes adjust to the darkness. “Show me,” I tell him.
He takes my hand, guiding me to sit next to him on the couch. From this angle, there’s a perfect view out of the large window and up at the full moon surrounded by a scattering of stars. I look out in awe.
“Beautiful,” Hunter murmurs.
I’m about to agree, but then he tucks a strand of my hair behind my ear, and I turn to see he’s not looking at the sky at all.
He’s looking at me. My breath hitches, and I become acutely aware of his proximity, and of my state of undress.
His lips part, and the moonlight caresses the sharp angles of his face.
Without realizing it, I move closer to him, our lips a whisper apart. “Tori,” he murmurs.
I’m not sure if it’s a warning, but I close the gap, pressing my lips against him.
He hesitates for only a fraction of a second before he kisses me back.
He tastes like whiskey and peppermint. His firm hands grip my waist as I climb onto his lap, straddling him, our kisses growing more urgent.
I start to unbutton his shirt, but he stops me, placing a hand on mine and breaking our kiss.
“Tori…” he says.
“I want you, Hunter,” I say before he can give some bullshit excuse as to why this is a bad idea.
There’s a low rumble in his throat. “You don’t know what you’re asking, baby girl.”
“I do, I want you,” I repeat, kissing him again.
He kisses me back, even more fervently this time, and I grind on his lap, feeling the hardness of his arousal through his jeans.
I unbutton his shirt, and this time he lets me.
I marvel at his bare chest, like a work of art.
His stomach is flat, with visible abs, adorned with intricate tattoos.
There’s a line of hair that points like an arrow from his bellybutton down into his pants.
He grips my top, tugging it over my head and freeing my breasts.
I’m suddenly acutely aware of his gaze on my nakedness, aware of my stomach, on how my breasts look without a bra.
I become self-conscious, acutely aware of the differences between us, of how out of my league he is, and I automatically move to cover myself.
He stops everything, pulling back. “Tori. We don’t have to do this if you’ve changed your mind.
” I can’t meet his eye, I’m so embarrassed.
“Tori, look at me,” he says softly, cupping my chin and turning my head to look at him.
I reluctantly meet his eyes. “You don’t owe me anything. This only happens if you want it.”
“I want it. It’s just…”
“What? You can tell me,” he says softly.
“It’s just that you look like a damn model and I’m just some plain, overweight, ordinary girl. How could you possibly want me?” I admit, embarrassed even as I do.
He chuckles, shaking his head disbelievingly.
“I don’t know who made you believe those things about yourself, but the opposite is true.
You’re gorgeous, with perfect curves, and you are far from ordinary.
I don’t want you out of pity or boredom, or whatever else you might be trying to convince yourself of.
I want you because I’m attracted to you.
Because I can’t stop thinking about you and what you taste like, what it’s gonna be like to make you scream my name in pleasure,” he states matter-of-factly.
He paints such a tantalizing picture that I find my doubts melting away and my arousal returning.
I want this, and I’m not going to let my insecurities stand in the way.
He’s waiting patiently for my decision, my consent.
I let my hands fall to the side, and taking a deep breath, I stand and remove my shorts and panties, letting him look at me.
I’m grateful that it’s dark, the only light illuminating my skin coming from the pale moon.
“Beautiful,” he breathes, standing up and cupping my face in his hand and kissing me gently. “Are you sure?”
“Yes,” I reply, my voice barely above a whisper. I want this, I want him so badly, I can feel myself growing wet as I press against his hard body.
“If you change your mind, at any time, just say stop, and I stop. Understand?” Hunter says firmly, searching my face for hesitation.
I nod, tears springing to my eyes. “No one’s ever asked me what I want before, or let me be the one to decide.”
“Well, I’m asking you now. What do you want?” he replies.
In the darkness, in this vulnerable yet safe moment, I allow myself to be honest. “I want to feel beautiful. Just once.”
“You are beautiful,” he says, emphasizing the words passionately. “Let me show you.”
I nod, to my surprise, he picks me up and carries me to his room. “No interruptions,” he explains as he shuts the door behind us. I’m glad, in hindsight, that he thought of this. I wouldn’t want the guys to walk in on us.
His bedroom is similar to mine, though it has dark sheets and a bigger bed.
As if sensing I don’t want the lights on me, he leaves them off, allowing the streetlights to bathe the room in a soft glow through the open curtains.
I don’t bother looking around. My focus is purely on Hunter as he lays me down on the bed, hovering over me, and kisses me deeply.
I’m a little bit nervous, wondering if it will hurt, but I try to push that thought aside and focus on how good it is to kiss him.
His tongue dances with mine, filling my senses.
He pulls away, kissing my neck and sending sparks of electricity through my body.
Who knew being kissed on the neck could feel so good, so sensual?
He works his way lower, cupping my breasts with both hands, feeling the weight of them.
His hands are firm yet tender. I let out a gasp of pleasurable surprise as his mouth captures my nipple, the tongue rolling around it as it hardens like a pebble.
My nipples seem to have a direct line to my pussy as it throbs and wets, and I can’t hold back the moan that escapes my lips.
Hunter groans with pleasure, and I realize he likes hearing my enjoyment.
He continues his exploration of my body with his kisses, worshipping every inch of skin. When his head drops between my thighs, and I feel his warm breath on my pussy I grow doubtful. What if he doesn’t like how I look?
But then his tongue strokes the length of my slit, before circling my clit, and all thoughts drop from my head. I gasp and moan. “Holy shit!” I didn’t know it would feel like this. I thought pornstars were faking, but if sex is half as good as this, no wonder they moan so much.
I grip the pillow, feeling senseless with pleasure as his tongue expertly flicks against my clit.
He slides a finger along my slit, feeling the wetness before sliding it inside me, gliding it in and out in slow strokes.
The combination of his fingers and his tongue drives me wild.
Soon, I can feel the familiar yet alien sensation.
I thought I’d made myself orgasm before using my fingers or dry humping the pillow at home, but this is a whole new level of pleasure.
As the tension builds and I grow wetter, Hunter’s fingers and tongue move faster.
“Oh my god, Hunter!” I cry as I feel myself toppling over the edge as I cum harder than I’ve ever cum before.
My hips buck, and I feel wave after wave of pleasure washing over me.
I fall back against the pillow with a massive grin on my face.
Hunter looks up at me from between my thighs, a shit-eating, proud grin on his face.
He licks my juices from his fingers, looking impossibly sexy.
“You taste delicious, baby girl,” he purrs.
I’m still panting and too high on my post orgasm bliss to respond.
He moves back up and kisses me, and I kiss him back, surprised to find I don’t mind that I can taste myself on him.
It gives me a sense of ownership; he’s mine.
I can feel his cock straining against his pants as it presses against my leg.
It turns me on that he clearly wants me, that he enjoyed pleasuring me, and I know I don’t want to stop. I want more.
“I want you,” I moan, grinding against him as I reach down to try to unbuckle his belt.
“Fuck, Tori, I want you too,” he groans.