Our mouths crashed together, and I frantically fumbled with his belt.
Hunter took my bottom lip between his teeth. He raked them across the tender flesh and growled as he released it. He rocked his body forward, pulling me tighter. He roamed his hands over my breasts. His touch was light, controlled. I didn’t want him to hold back. I wanted him to take me. I needed him to devour me.
I worked his belt open, then ran my hand down the front of his jeans. I licked my lips at the thought of tasting him, taking him deep into my mouth. I worked his cock free and then sank to my knees.
“Summer.”
His voice was strained. I looked at him and ran my tongue up his shaft. He wove his fingers into my hair as I swirled my tongue over the head of his dick. I made mental notes. Every groan, every growl, every time he tensed, I made sure to remember what I did. He sighed as I parted my lips and slid my mouth over his cock.
I sucked him slow, because he loved to be tortured like that. I never took my gaze off him. He liked that too. Even more intimate than my tongue on his shaft, my lips around his cock, was the look in his eyes as he stared down at me. I increased my pace, and he wound his hand tighter in my hair. He moved his hips. He fucked my mouth now. He threw his head back, gripped my hair even tighter, pushed my head harder, fucked my mouth deeper.
“Fuck, Summer, fuck.”
His forehead creased as he slammed his eyes shut. He tried to pull away, but I gripped the back of his legs and held him there. He stiffened, twitched, thrust. His cum spurted over my tongue. The thick, salty liquid ran down my throat.
I let him slide out slowly, then rose to my feet. Hunter peeled his shirt off and dropped it onto the floor. I skated my hands over his ribs as I wrapped my arms around him. He slid a finger under my shirt. His hand was hot on my back.
“Why did we waste so much time arguing and competing when we could have been doing this?” Hunter asked as he pulled away and lifted my shirt over my head. He dropped it next to his, then looked at my pants. “Get those off and get on the bed.”
I raised an eyebrow. “What if I say no?”
He smirked. “I’ll spank that cute little ass until you can’t sit for a week.”
My hands went to the waistband of my pants, but I paused. “What if I want you to?” I had no idea where this side of me came from. I was saucy and defiant. He made me want to be bad for him. Only for him.
I wiggled out of my pants, but didn’t move toward the bed.
He took a step forward. He was huge—his broad shoulders, his height. He could snap me in half. I should have felt intimidated, instead I felt safe somehow. He’d never hurt me. I could give myself over to him, put all my trust in him, and know I’d come out the other side unscathed.
“I said get on the bed.”
“Make me.”
Hunter scooped me up into his arms as if I weighed nothing at all. He lay me on the bed, then stood there for a moment and stared at me.
“What am I going to do with you?”
I slid a hand inside my panties and traced my fingers over my clit and through my dripping folds. “Anything you want.”
He bent, hooked the waistband of my now soaked panties with his fingers and slid them down my legs. I squealed in surprise when he grabbed me by the back of the ankles and hauled me to the edge of the bed.
“You like my fingers.”
He knelt and ran his hand over my clit. I wanted to move, to press my pussy into his hand. I ached for more, but didn’t beg for it. I trusted he’d give it to me.
“You like my cock,” he said as his face dipped lower. His breath drifted over me, and I suppressed a shiver. My eyes fell shut as he licked his way up my swollen lips to my clit. I moaned when he took it into his mouth and flicked it with his tongue. “You like my tongue.”
He did it again. He sucked and flicked my clit until I gripped the blanket, desperate to hold on to something. I wanted to grab his head and ride his tongue the way mine had ridden his dick earlier. I wanted him to tongue fuck me until I screamed.
He slowed down, kissed my aching pussy and ran his hands up my inner thighs. I opened my legs wider. He slid two fingers into me. I wanted to snap my legs shut and squeeze him tight. I clenched my muscles around his fingers as he eased them out of me.
“Hunter,” I breathed. My body was in the middle of a revolt. I wanted to stay still, but it wanted to buck and writhe under his expert touch. He ran his thumb over my clit.
“Tell me what you want, Summer.”
I cried out as he slid his fingers back inside me.
“You, Hunter. I want you.”
He slid his fingers out of me. He stood and removed his pants. I stared at him. It was the first time I’d seen him naked in the daylight. It was one thing to feel him inside me, his cock buried so deep I felt as if I could burst. It was another to see him standing there, naked, waiting to fuck me. I could hardly believe, even after he’d come all over my tongue, that he was ready to go again.
I expected him to climb on top me, impale me and fuck me senseless. Instead he dove back between my legs. He licked my pussy. He lapped up the juices that spilled out of me. I groaned and wove my fingers into his hair. He kissed around my clit, ran his fingers near all the places I wanted to be touched, but refused to touch me where I needed him to the most.
Then something amazing happened. He lapped my clit as he plunged his fingers deep inside me. I pressed him into me as I bucked. I let go, drifted away. He fucked me with his face, his hands, he was everything I needed him to be, and when I finally stopped writhing, he pulled out and climbed up onto the bed.
I didn’t open my eyes. He ran a finger down my cheek. I could smell myself on him, but I was beyond caring. He pressed his lips to mine. I let go of the blanket and found his hot flesh. I pushed him over at the same time that I rose onto my knees.
Once he was on his back, I crawled on top of him, ran my dripping pussy up his shaft until his head dipped inside me. I slid down on him, never taking my gaze off his face. He took my breasts in his hand, pulled himself up, took a nipple into his mouth, then swirled his tongue around it. I clenched my muscles around his thick cock, and he fell back.
I sat up straight and let my head drop back. I reached down and ran my fingers over my clit as I rocked my hips. With every touch, my muscles clenched around him. Hunter moaned louder and gripped me tighter.
I fell forward and found his shoulders with my hands as I dug in, fucking him as hard as I could. Not hard enough.
Hunter flipped me over and held us still for a moment. He kissed my lips, then my cheek before he whispered into my ear. “My turn.”
He hit me like a storm. He came from nowhere, but was everywhere at once. He held me tight against him. I wrapped my legs around him as he drove deep inside me. Would it always be like this? I wondered. This intense? When he was around, there was nothing else. I shuddered, arched my back and cried his name. I dug my heels into his ass. He slammed into me hard and fast, then stopped. He slid out slow before he drove it in faster.
I snaked my fingers up his body and then through his hair. I gripped his face and thrust my tongue into his mouth. He moaned into it, and I lost it. He swallowed my cries as I shuddered out another orgasm. Wave after wave of pleasure ripped through me. I pulled away and dropped my head back. He wasn’t there to swallow the words that tumbled out of my mouth. A stream of incoherent obscenities followed by a moan.
“Fuck. Hunter. Fuck, you’re so good.”
My words must have been magic. His gaze met mine for a fraction of a second before his eyes slammed shut. He buried himself deep and growled. His cock twitched inside me as he came over and over again. Each thrust brought another ooze of liquid with it. After he was done, he eased out, flopped next to me and pulled me close.