“Sure,” I muttered, letting my head fall forward on the bed. It felt more than fine, actually. His fingers kept working me, and then his second hand lifted and smacked my ass abruptly.
I squealed and tried to sit up, but he held me down tight. His thumb had found my clit, and now he worked me inside and out. I felt tension spiraling up, and I squirmed awkwardly. I wanted him inside me, damn it. Hunter had other ideas. His clever fingers kept going, pushing me closer to an orgasm.
Holy hell, that was nice.
“You like that?”
“Yeah,” I whimpered, twisting on his lap. “Like” wasn’t really the right word. I wanted him to go faster, harder. Instead he slowed down, teasing me with a low, satisfied laugh.
“Please,” I muttered, closing my eyes. “I need …”
Hunter smacked my ass again. I was so close now, something he must’ve sensed because he sped up again. My orgasm hovered, taunting me. I felt myself reaching for it, my legs stiffening. Hunter’s cock was rock hard beneath me, and I realized with a thrill that after I came, I had another whole ride ahead of me.
That pushed me over the edge.
When I came, it hit so hard I clawed the bed, completely focused on the sensations taking over my body. Holy shit, that was incredible. I drifted through the aftershocks as he lifted me, laying me down on my stomach across the bed. I stretched out my arms, enjoying the feel of cool sheets beneath me as he stretched over me.
Hunter kissed his way slowly down my back, fingers trailing along the lines of my body until they reached my rear. My flesh knew the touch of his hands now, and when he slid his fingers back in, I sighed happily. Then his thumb edged up, lightly touching my asshole, and I stiffened.
“Trust me, babe?”
I considered the question. I trusted him not to hurt me, but this? I wasn’t sure I was ready for this.
“It’s okay,” he murmured, kissing the small of my back. “Christ, I’ll never run out of ways I want to fuck you, believe me. If you don’t like one, we’ll move on.”
I sighed, then rolled over. Hunter nudged my knees apart, settling himself over my body as he smoothed a condom down over the length of his erection. I watched, mesmerized that something so large could fit inside me.
Then he kissed me, tongue probing deep as my arms came up around his shoulders. The kiss went on forever, alternating between deep, openmouthed tongue-play and him pulling back to suck and nibble on my lips. The whole time I shifted restlessly beneath him, his dick sliding back and forth along my clit.
Perfect.
Hunter lifted his head, eyes dark with need.
“You ready?” he asked me, positioning the tip of his cock against my opening. I nodded, more than ready. I felt his broad, rounded head push against me, slowly sliding deep inside. This was different than that first time. He was gentle this morning, and while the pain I’d felt in the alley had been sheer pleasure, this was something different entirely.
This was fantastic.
He spread me wide, opening me up as I watched us come together. There was something incredibly sexy about the sight of his cock entering my body.
I reached down between us, rubbing my clit gently.
“That’s fucking hot,” Hunter said, looking up at my face with a smile that literally took my breath away. “I think you should have to touch yourself every time we’re alone together, even if we’re just watching a movie or something.”
“That might get awkward,” I murmured, trying not to giggle.
“I don’t care,” he said, his tone urgent. “Fuck awkward. I want this.”
“Ahh …” I gasped as he hit bottom. I let my hand drop, savoring the feeling of being pinned down.
“I like those little gasping noises you make, too,” he said. “In fact, I like almost everything you do when you’re naked.”
This time I did giggle, although I stopped as he pulled out, then started sliding in a rhythm that had clearly been invented by Satan for the express purpose of driving me crazy. I tilted up my hips just a little, which was just enough to make his cock drag along my clit with each stroke. Then I let my arms flop to the side, because everything felt so good I couldn’t imagine doing anything but just lying back and drinking it in.
“Sorry,” I murmured. “I think I’ve lost the ability to move.”
“Your moves last night were pretty good,” he told me. “I’ll give you a freebie?”
“Perfect,” I whimpered, then closed my eyes to focus on the sensations running through me. Damn. Hunter was just really good at sex.
My orgasm built slowly this time.
Not because it wasn’t perfect, the way he moved inside me. But I was more relaxed than I’d been in the alley, able to simply enjoy the feeling of his hard cock filling me and then retreating, brushing my clit and bumping my G-spot with every stroke. And even though his movements stayed slow and steady, each one built me up just a little higher until I felt an electrical tension winding tight.
“You getting close?” he asked, dropping his head to kiss the side of my neck.
“Uh-huh,” I managed to say. “Very close. Oh God. Just a little more.”
He sped up then, clearly reading my desire. Now his strokes hit harder, pushing up against my cervix with every thrust. It should’ve been painful, but it felt fantastic.
Just what I needed to push me over the edge.
When I finally came, it was almost a surprise. He’d created such a slow, steady buildup that I hadn’t realized just how close I’d gotten until it hit. I spasmed around him, setting him off because he started moving faster, pounding me into the bed for long seconds before he came, too.
I felt his pulsing release with deep satisfaction, loving the press of his weight across my body. My arms wrapped around him, fingers tracing the lines of his back gently.
“I’ve decided we’re staying here in the hotel,” he muttered, nuzzling my hair. “We’ll have food delivered and I’ll just keep you naked.”
Food?
My stomach woke up, growling suddenly. My cheeks heated with a blush. Could I ever—even for a day—be smooth and fabulous? Apparently not.
“Or I can take you out and we can talk,” Hunter said, winking at me. “I don’t want you fainting from exhaustion, and I have a feeling that if we stay in, you’re not gonna get a chance to actually eat.”
“Waffles?” I asked hopefully. He lifted up on his arms and smiled.
“Honey, seeing as my dick’s still in your body, you can have whatever the hell you want.”
HUNTER
I glanced over at Em, then reached down to catch her hand and put it on my thigh. It wasn’t as good as having her arms around me on the bike, but her sitting next to me in my truck kicked ass in a big way.
God.
I still couldn’t believe I was lucky enough to have this woman, despite everything I’d put her through. Emmy Hayes was either a saint or an idiot. Seeing as we’d already established she was smarter than me, I was hoping for saint.
“So, any place you want to go special?” I asked. She smiled at me, those brilliant blue eyes flashing.
“Anywhere they have food. I can’t believe we’re up already. You’d think we’d be exhausted after last night …”
“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I promise I won’t faint on you,” I said with a smirk. She giggled. Then her face sobered.
“Hunter—”
“Liam.”
“Liam, I don’t want to get all weird and serious on you,” she said. “But I’m pretty sure I’ll be getting a pissed-off phone call from my dad in the next hour or so. Things got a little out of control last night … I’m not sure what I should tell him.”
“You’ll tell him you belong to me now,” I said, turning into a Denny’s parking lot. Not the world’s greatest food, but they’d have waffles. Damn, I’d learn to cook them myself if it made her happy.