Chapter 6 Sierra
SIERRA
Hunter’s hand is still on my hip, fingers firm, grounding me.
My lips tingle from the kiss, well, the claim.
Because that’s what it was. A man like him didn’t kiss for fun.
He kissed like he meant something by it.
Whether he meant only a night or not, I didn’t know and I didn't really care because my body was screaming for him.
“You okay?” he asks, voice husky and low.
“Are you?” I shoot back, my breath coming out choppy.
His answering sound is half-groan, half-laugh, as he yanks at his jeans, widening his legs and I can feel his control slipping.
“This is a bad idea,” he mutters.
“Then stop.” I say it so easily and with a shrug like I could care less. But I know he won’t stop because when I lean in again, flicking his bottom lip, teasing him with a wink, he catches my face in his hands and kisses me like he’s gone too long without air.
The blanket slips from my shoulders and his hands slide under my hoodie.
My body goes rigid, not from his touch, because it’s warm and strong, but because I don’t look like a model.
After being told countless times that I’m not what the business world wants, or what a man wants, I began to believe it.
But it was like Hunter knew my thoughts and he just continued to hold me, touch me and make it known that he’s enjoying what he’s doing.
My body is on fire from every pass of his fingers and I gasp when he lifts me easily into his lap, my knees on either side of his large thighs.
His mouth trails down my neck, and I whimper when his teeth graze that spot just under my jaw.
“You’re gonna kill me,” he growls.
“Then die feeling good,” I whisper, tugging at the hem of his shirt. “Right here. Just like this.”
He makes a strangled sound, but a moment later helps me yank the shirt over his head. It hits the floor and my hoodie does a moment later, leaving me exposed in only a tank top and no bra.
Those ice blue eyes darken as they rake over me.
He’s taking in every curve and every inch of me.
It’s both scary and empowering because as he reaches out and touches the strap of my tank, he does it with reverence.
The touch is slow and tender at first, until he grows bolder, running down my bicep to my forearms, giving me goosebumps.
My nipples pebble at his touch of just my arm and he notices. His eyes flick to me as he smirks and licks his bottom lip then drifts the back of his hand over my breast. I let out a breath and he does it again, soft yet sure. And it’s driving me wild.
“I didn’t think you’d be like this,” I murmur, running my hands over his hard chest.
“Like what?”
“Gentle and easy with every touch.”
He leans in, brushing his lips over my ear. “Want it rough instead?”
I laugh out loud, the sound filling the cabin and he smiles. God, he’s gorgeous when he smiles. “I think I can handle it.” I move around on his lap. “Come on, big ol’ mountain man. Show me what you can do.”
Our talking is cut off by gasps, sighs, and hands roaming in a rush to feel.
He slides his hands down my arms until he tangles his fingers with mine, raising them in the air.
He winks and grips the bottom of my tank and pulls it over my head.
I leave my arms raised as his eyes feast on me, and when he leans in and flicks his tongue over my nipple I almost come right then.
“Hunter.” I gasp as he moves to my other breast and does the same.
When I begin to lower my arms he gives an order. “Leave them up.”
The command is strong and oh, so, hot. I’m not embarrassed though.
I‘m turned on, my stomach contracting with every touch. He’s so much bigger than me, I don’t feel I’m hurting him by being on top.
He cups my large breasts, admiring and kneading, rubbing his thumbs over my nipples.
For once, they look small in his gigantic hands.
He’s so intense as he stares at me, leaning in to bite and nibble.
In an instant he slides his hands under me and stands, lifting me easily then placing me down on a blanket that was already laid out on the floor.
“Oh!” I yelp as he slides my sweatpants off in one smooth move. And when he stands above me and undoes his jeans, I gasp at the size of him trying to break through his boxers.
He laughs lowly. “Something wrong, Snow Princess?”
I can't take my eyes off of him. I shake my head. “Nothing wrong at all.” I reach for him, petting him through his boxers. He lets me, keeping his eyes concentrated on mine. It’s sexy and intimate. He makes me feel confident with just the way he’s looking at me.
I don’t feel like a big girl.
I feel like the right girl.
He kneels beside me and I tangle my fingers in his hair, pulling him down, and kissing him like I don't want this to ever end.
“Hunter…” I whisper, as he moves to settle between my legs. I wrap them around his waist, trembling as he rocks into me.
He leans his forehead to mine, voice small. “Can we?”
It’s such a simple question yet so loaded with complications. Could we? Can we? Yes! I want to shout. Yes! We can and we should. What does it mean for tomorrow? Or when the snow melts and it’s time for me to leave? I haven’t a clue. But for tonight? Tonight, I'm all in.
“Please.” I whine the word and that smirk appears, like he knows just how desperate I am for him. And again, tomorrow I may care. But tonight, I could give a shit. I just need him inside me.
“I actually don’t mind you talking tonight." he laughs and I slap at his chest as he pulls his remaining clothes off.
“Want me to talk or use my mouth for something better?” I raise a brow and wait. His breath catches and he bites his bottom lip. “Tell me, Hunter. I’m using my words. I want you to use yours."
His eyes dilate as he rises to his knees over me. He’s magnificent, body sculpted perfectly. But his dick? Lord save me, because I've never seen a bigger or better one. I swallow hard and begin to sit up.
He fists his cock, stroking it while looking me dead in my eyes. “I want you to suck my cock, Sierra. I need that mouth.”
He kneels over me as I sit up, eye level with the holy grail.
“Anything you want.” I grip him with one hand, closing my lips around him.
The sigh that leaves him makes me bold. I take him in as best I can, stroking with my hand what doesn’t fit.
His moans urge me to continue. His head is thrown back, mouth open and he reaches down, grasping my breast. He holds, squeezes, thumbs my nipple and it makes me hotter. The more he strokes, the more I suck.
I lift my eyes to him and see he’s watching my every move. His jaw is relaxed, his lips parted as he begins to whisper to me.
“Just like that.”
“Keep going.”
A sharp intake of breath as I gently scrape my teeth down his shaft.
“Fuck, Sierra, you’re perfect.”
And when my pace increases and his hold on my breast gets tighter I know he’s close. His cock gets harder in my hand and mouth and then he pulls back, shouting out his orgasm as he comes on my neck and chest. I stroke him through it, his body shuddering as his release coats me.
“Oh fuck, that was so good,” he says with half hooded eyes.
He reaches out and slides his finger through his release on my chest, bringing it up to my bottom lip and painting it with it.
When I snake my tongue out licking it then capturing his finger in my mouth, his breath leaves him with a short laugh.
“My turn.”