Hunter (Mixology Book 1)

by Krissy V

  Her face lights up. "Okay. Can I have another Blow Job then?" she asks, looking coy.

  I smile and make her one, making sure I put extra cream on it so I can see her wipe her mouth again.

  She licks her lips as I hand it to her. She goes to grab it and I slide it back off her.

  "Ah, ah, ah," I say. "No hands, babe. No hands."

  I walk away, not able to watch her drink it without her hands. There are only so many things my cock can take.

  After cleaning up and sorting out the bar for tomorrow night, Keaton says to me, "Man, did you see her suck up her shot? I'd love that around my cock!"

  I push him. "Fuck off. She's mine! Well, for tonight anyway." I laugh. I don't mind sharing. There's never enough women to go round.

  After we’re finished up, we all leave at the same time. They all go in their own directions, off to do who knows what, but I hook my arm through Bianca’s and say, “How do we get to your place?”

  I never bring them to my house. She is a random hook up and if she knows where I live then she might turn into a stalker and I don’t need that.

  When we get to hers and she opens the door, I push her in. I want to get hot and heavy, fuck her, and leave. Pushing her up against the wall, I start kissing her, pushing my tongue inside and pull her hair. She has her hands around my neck, pulling me closer.

  “Hunter, we need to make it upstairs.” She pulls away and I follow her as she runs up the stairs.

  When we get into the bedroom, I push her down on the bed and start peeling her red dress off her. She has a fantastic figure and I can’t wait to fuck her and watch her tits bounce up and down. They’re so fake; I bet she can’t even feel me touching them.

  She lays on the bed naked and I take off my top and then my jeans. I’m commando, so I’m ready to go at any time. I kiss her body and take my time working my way down her. I can’t wait too long; I need to be inside her. I touch her to make sure she’s wet enough to take me.

  “Bianca, I’m going to fuck you hard. I’m so horny and I need to come.”

  “Hunter, I want you so bad. Just fuck me."

  I take a condom out of my back pocket, rip the packet, and cover my cock in plastic.

  “Are you sure you’re ready? This is going to be hard and fast."

  She nods. I lean over her and kiss her again, letting my tongue slide into her mouth at the same time my cock pushes into her pussy.

  “Oh my God.” She moans into my mouth.

  I hold still to let her get used to my size and then I ram myself fully in. She’s wet and hot, but not very tight. Good job I’m big and can still feel her walls as she squeezes them around me. I don’t really like the missionary position, it’s quite boring, so I pull out and drag her down the bed. She smiles at me. “Hunter, what are you doing?"

  “I’m changing it up, babe.” I lift her up and she wraps her legs around my waist. I kiss her whilst moving her backwards until she’s up against the wall. I slam into her and she climbs up my body and grabs the back of my head.

  “Fuck, Hunter!"

  “I know, babe. That’s what I’m doing!” I keep slamming into her, and she keeps bearing down on me, meeting me stroke for stroke. She feels tighter in this position and she keeps squeezing me, sucking me in.

  She starts to unravel around me. “Hunter… oh my God. I’m going to come." She squeezes me tight for the last time and then I push in as far as I can go. “Aargh!"

  I lean in and rest my head against hers; we’re both breathing heavily.

  When I feel my heart rate starting to get back to normal, I slowly pull out of her and move her legs so that she’s standing on the floor. “Can you stand on your own?”

  “I… I think so.” She takes the weight herself and then giggles. “I feel like Bambi."

  I laugh. Taking a step back, I take the condom off and tie a knot in it. Looking around for a bathroom, she points to a door in the corner. Going inside, I throw it in the bin. I lean on the counter and look into the mirror. Sweat is pouring down my face, but I still look good.

  When I walk back into the bedroom, she’s in bed with the duvet folded back for me to get in too. Fuck. This is when it gets awkward. Walking over to my clothes, I start to put my jeans back on.

  “Where are you going?” she asks pitifully.

  “I’m not staying. I have to get home. I have some stuff to do before I go to sleep. I had a great time. Thanks, Bianca.” I walk over, and leaning over her, I kiss her deep and hard. “See you again,” I say, and walk out of the bedroom and her house.

  I know I’m a bastard, but all she was is someone I hooked up with. I never asked for anything more and I never insinuated anything more.

  Walking home, it’s a nice night; warm and the moon is shining with not a cloud in the sky, guiding me home.

  Walking along the promenade, I see a couple making out in the deck chairs. I know it sounds impossible, but believe me, it’s quite fun.

  I feel like a stalker, but the woman isn’t making nice noises. It sounds like he’s forcing her to kiss him. I sit in one of the deck chairs just on the other side of a small wall. They can’t hear me.

  “Get off me,” I hear her mumble as he grinds his mouth over hers.

  “You know you want me to, Scarlett. You’ve been teasing me for long enough. Come on, baby… please,” the guy says.

  I can’t listen to anymore. He needs to respect that when a woman says no, she means no. Even though I’m a player, I’d never force a woman to let me fuck her. I don’t need to.

  Standing I walk around to the other side of the wall and when I am in front of them I say, “Scarlett, are you okay?”

  They both look at me. She nods.

  He says, “Who the fuck are you? How do you know my girlfriend?”

  He lets her go and starts to stand up, but she grabs his arm. “Finn, leave it alone. I don’t know him.”

  He shrugs out of her grasp.

  “She doesn’t know who I am, but she doesn’t want you to push her either.” I stand tall in front of him. He is a good few inches shorter than me and much, much leaner.

  “Why do you think you can stick your nose in my business?” He stands on his toes so he can shout into my face.

  I push him away slightly. “I don’t know your girlfriend, but she said she didn’t want to do whatever you were trying to make her do. Leave her alone."

  She grabs his arm. “Come on, Finn. Leave it.” She steps back into the beam of light from the street light behind the wall and I see her fully for the first time.

  She is stunning. I catch my breath. Wow. I’ve seen a lot of extremely beautiful women in my time, but she makes them all pale into the background. The moonlight is shining on her beautiful honey-coloured hair like a halo, and she has curves in all the right places. She looks at me, smiles, and then looks away. She likes what she sees too.

  After what happened to me at Uni I would never take another man’s woman. I reach out and touch her to ask if she’s happy to stay with him and I feel something I’ve never felt before. A shock runs through my body like I’ve met my other half, the missing part of me, the part that will make me whole. I shake my head and take my hand off her.

  “Erm… Scarlett, are you going to be okay here?"

  She jumps back slightly and just stares at me. I wonder if she felt it too? She looks shocked. “Erm… yeah. I’ll be fine. Thank you.” She smiles at me again.

  I turn and walk away. It’s really the last thing I want to do. I just want to knock him out and run away with her. I don’t have these feelings; I must be drunk, although I know I haven’t had many drinks tonight.

  I hear Finn shout, “Fuck off, you nosy bastard. Come on, Scarlett. We can finish this at home.”

  I don’t turn back around because it’s really none of my business.

  While walking through Royal Terrace Gardens - which used to be called Rock Walk when I was younger - to get home, I can’t stop thinking about Scarlett and how I reacted to her tou
ch. Stopping halfway up the steep steps, I turn and watch them walk away from the gardens towards the old harbour. She looks like she is putting up a bit of fight, but it’s none of my business. I only turn and carry on up the hill when I can’t see her anymore.

  Taking the lift, which brings me straight into my penthouse apartment, I do what I always do when I get home from work. I go straight through the lounge and out onto my wraparound balcony. I just love looking at the bay at night. It’s pitch black, but all the fairy lights brighten up the sky with their multicolours twinkling along the bay.

  I breathe in the sea air and wonder why I ever left this town. I think I was getting smothered by the whole tourist thing going on, but since I’ve been back, I realise how beautiful my hometown is. After a few minutes, I walk back inside and go to bed. Fucking Bianca has worn me out.

  Chapter Two

  Cocksucking Cowboy

  2/3 Oz Irish Cream & 1/3 Oz Butterscotch Schnapps

  I slept well after my walk home last night. Fucking always makes me sleep better. Who needs sleeping tablets? All I need is a willing woman I say laughing to myself. I always manage to find at least one.

  Stretching, I run my hand down my body over my ripped abs towards the "v" the ladies all love so much. Looking from my viewpoint, it's like an arrow pointing the way to my cock. Talking of which, my hand reaches down and wraps around my rock hard cock. Waking up with a hard-on sucks balls, but I just think back to last night and imagine my hand is Bianca's hot, sweet mouth. I fist my cock, getting faster as the adrenaline runs through me.

  In five minutes flat, I come all over my abs, but I don't feel relived at all. Nothing beats a wank better than a woman's small soft hand holding my cock tightly and squeezing every last drop of cum.

  After having a quick shower and getting dressed, I start cooking a fry up. Just as I’m about to serve it, Ed walks in. “Hey, Hunter. What ya doing?"

  “What does it look like I’m doing? What else would I do at this time of day, tosser!” I pull out another plate and put it on the table with a knife and fork for him. Good job I always cook too much food.

  Ed laughs. “Timed that right, didn’t I?"

  “What about Cindy? Is she not giving you food today?” I sit at the table and put the food onto my plate.

  “She had to go to work today. I hate when she works; I don’t get to see her much. I miss her then, you know what I mean?"

  “No, I don’t know what you mean. I don’t date, remember?"

  “Ah, yes. The serial fucker.” He laughs. “One day, Hunter. One day!"

  “Well, I can tell you it isn’t going to be today. Tonight is ‘Cock Sucking Cowboy’ night and I intend to lasso me a cowgirl to ride my cock!"

  Ed chokes on his food and nearly spits it out. “Shit, man. You’re fucked up, do you know that?"

  “No, I’m just fucking gorgeous and hung like a horse!” I start laughing; I sound like a fucking porn star.

  After eating and clearing up, we head to the bar to check off the orders that are due in. Owning a bar doesn’t just mean working at night; there is always a lot of work to be done and I know we will be here for a few hours.

  After checking in three orders, we take a break and sit outside with a drink, chilling out. I notice a girl stop and look over at us. She looks familiar and I can feel my heartbeat start to rise. Who is she?

  “Ed, do you see that girl over there? Don’t stare,” I say as he turns his head to look straight at her.

  “Nah, I’ve never seen her before. Maybe she’s just a customer. Are you sure you’ve not fucked her? She’s gorgeous."

  I shake my head. “No. I think I’d remember her."

  He laughs. “I don’t know how. You’ve had so many of the women around here."

  She puts her hand above her eyes as a shield from the hot, blinding sun, and then she waves and smiles at me. Instinctively, I wave back then she turns her back on me and walks away. I want to go after her, find out who she is, find out where she knows me from, but then I remember that if she is one of the girls I slept with then I don’t want to reacquaint myself with a past conquest.

  “Did you just wave at her?” Ed asks, laughing.

  “Yeah, she waved at me so it would have been rude to ignore her. Arsehole.”

  Ed starts laughing.

  I finish my drink and look at the time. “Shit, Ed. I have to run. It’s Tuesday. We’re having family dinner today because Skylar is away at the weekend."

  He laughs. “I can’t believe you all still go home for dinner."

  “Yeah, and actually, we love it. It keeps us grounded and it keeps us tight.” I stand and take my glass inside. “Can you lock up and I’ll see you tonight?” I throw the keys at him.

  “Sure thing. Enjoy!” he says, catching them.

  I go home to change and then head out to Mum and Dad’s. They don’t live too far away so I take the bike. It’s a Ducati Diavel and I love riding it along the coastline.

  When I arrive, Ainsley is already here. Walking into the house, I shout, “I’m home.”

  Mum calls out, “We’re in the sun room.” I walk through the lounge and out into the sun room, where they are already sitting and drinking what looks like prosecco.

  “Started the party without me, I see!"

  “Your brothers are late, as usual, so we were just relaxing,” she says, taking another sip.

  “I’m home!” I hear Keaton’s voice from the front door, closely followed by Skylar’s, “Hey."

  We hear the front door close and they walk in, with Zac trailing behind them, looking miserable, as usual. He’s been through such a lot, but he won’t help himself and he won’t let us help him either. He doesn’t say a lot, he just gets angry.

  Mum stands. “Right then. Dinner is ready. Boys, come help carry, please.”

  We all stand and follow Mum into the kitchen to help carry the food into the dining room. Ainsley gets the drinks for everyone, and Dad sits at the head of the table on one side, leaving room for Mum at the other. They’re an amazing couple, like the two bookends of the family. We rely on them for everything and they are here for each one of us. When Zac went through hell in London, Mum and Dad raced to get to him, to help him and to be there for him. They looked after him while he was almost zombified and couldn't do anything.

  Everyone sits in the same places every week. Ainsley sits next to Dad, I sit next to Mum, Keaton is next to me, and Zac and Skylar are on the other side of the table.

  "So... what's been going on with everyone this week? Skylar?" Mum asks.

  He looks up like a deer caught in headlights, which makes me laugh. Keaton kicks me under the table and says "Not cool, man!" I give him the evil eye. He smiles and we both look back at Skylar.

  "Erm, nothing much really. I'm off to a convention in Birmingham on Sunday." He looks at me. "Remember I booked the day off?"

  "I remember." I smile at him.

  "There's some really good software coming out that I want to look at. I'll show you some stuff when I get back. It’ll be really cool to have in Mixology."

  "Fantastic. Can't wait," I say with sincerity.

  “You can come with me if you want.”

  “Erm, I'll give it a rain check this time, buddy. Maybe next time."

  “Okay,” he says, reaching out to put food on his plate.

  Ainsley goes next. “I’ve not done much this week. It’s been busy down at Mixology so I’ve kept to myself."

  “Sounds boring, darling,” Mum says.

  “Yeah. I need something to liven up my life a bit."

  “Not too much, Ains,” Keaton says. We’re all very protective over our sister, to her disgust.

  She rolls her eyes.

  Keaton starts to talk. “I was down in Watergate Bay today surfing and getting ready for the British Surf Championships in a couple of months."

  “How was the surf?” I ask him.

  “Yeah, it was good, but I need some big waves to test me. I really need to win this on
e. If not for me, but to get one over on Dakota fucking Ryan.” He grits his teeth.

  Skylar laughs. “You still up against her? It must suck balls to keep losing to a girl! She’s beaten you in the last four competitions. You need to seriously come up with some new moves or she is going to take the championships from you, yet again.” Skylar has all the statistics. I’m not sure how he remembers them all, but he is good with figures.

  “Fuck off, Sky!” Keaton says, throwing his bread roll at him.

  Everyone starts laughing. This is how our dinners go. We are really lucky that we get on so well as a family.

  When we’ve finished dinner, I help take everything into the kitchen then say, “Sorry, guys. Got to run. It’s singles week, and you know what tonight is."

  “We all know, thanks!” Zac says. He’s the grumpy one who doesn’t say much except when he’s angry and, believe me, that’s a lot.

  “It’s Cock Sucking Cowboy night!” I walk towards the front door. “Yee ha!"

  I chuckle on my drive home. It’s time to get ready for tonight. Another shot, and hopefully, another woman.

  I always like to stand in Mixology on my own and just look around. It’s worked out so much better than I ever thought it could. When I was in the Australia, I went to a lot of cocktail bars to see what I liked and what I didn’t like, and when I came home, I put a bit of all of them into my design. There isn’t anything in here that I would change. I love my life.

  Someone starts rattling the front door. It’s Ed, so I open the door and he comes in, chatting about his day. A few minutes later, my siblings follow him in. All of a sudden, there’s a lot of chat and my peace and tranquillity has gone.

  “Hunter, you never cease to amaze me, mate. Where did you get the fucking cowboy outfit?” Ed says, touching the brim of my Stetson.

  “You’ll be surprised what I can find in my wardrobe."

  Skylar looks at me with his eyes wide and his mouth open. He looks like he wants to say something, but doesn’t know how to.