by C.M. Kars
I palm his scalp, digging my fingers in to massage the skin, bringing his mouth that much closer to mine. When I speak, our lips touch, transferring the meaning into his body.
“You are the sexiest man I have ever seen,” I whisper against his mouth. Hunter holds himself still, like the words have never been said before and they’re a surprise. “You are kind and generous. You might even be cooler than Batman,” I get a twitch of his lips against my mouth, “but we’ll have to see about that. You’re strong and brave, and you’re a good Dad. You make me want you, just with a look in your eye. You make me crave your kiss so that it’s the last thing I think of every night. You make me feel sexy, when I’ve never felt sexy in my entire life.”
I kiss him, moving our mouths together until it’s me putting my tongue in his mouth, stroking it against his, even sucking on it as the ache inside of me grows and grows. God, I want him inside of me, I want to taste every inch of his skin, trace his muscles with my tongue, learn all his tattoos by heart. I want to suck on his nipple piercings, and nibble on his six-pack. I want, I want, I want.
I move my arms so my hands can now caress his ribs, going up to stroke his thick lats as I feel him flex against me, his hard cock against my hip, moving in circles as I slowly roll my hips into his thigh.
I moan his name, panting as I go back to sucking his bottom lip, nipping it with my teeth as I drag him closer, having more of his weight settled on me. My hands squeeze between our bodies, exploring every ripple of his abs, the sex lines on either side of his hips arrowing down to my destination.
“You don’t- Fuck, baby, you don’t have to do this, Sera,” Hunt says, voice gruff, like it’s being pulled out of his chest. God, I did that, I made him make that sound. He groans into my mouth when I find him, hot and ready for me, still in his boxers and his half-open jeans.
I don’t know what I’m doing, or what technique is needed now that he’s in my hands. I get both hands around his thick length, so hot and hard, and smooth, unlike anything I’ve ever touched.
“I want to watch you come, Hunt. I want to give you that.” I get drunk on my power over his body, over the sounds he makes, the way his body bucks into mine. I never thought I would be able to get this kind of reaction from a man, that my body or my touch would ever be appealing, but to him it is.
And I’m going to use that power, and watch him unravel before me.
“It’s supposed to be the other way around. I want to touch you, I want to make you feel good. I want my name coming out of your mouth like that over and over, baby,” he groans, bucking slowly into my hand. I’m crazed by his movements, so slow and controlled. So perfect.
I shiver, the vibration going through my hands and into him. He groans and rolls his hips deeper into my hands as I gently squeeze him, taking my cues from the pitch of his voice, the way his body moves into mine to vary my pressure on him as I stroke along his length.
Words tumble out of my mouth that never would have if I were still Josie Geller. I say whatever comes to mind, what I want him to do, what I want him to feel.
“Pretend you’re already inside me, Hunt,” I whisper, watch his blue eyes blaze as he watches my mouth, like he can’t believe what’s coming out of me, either. “Am I hot? Am I wet and slippery for you?”
My breath hitches as he rolls his hips into my working hands, as I twist them on him, pulling on him and he works himself deeper into my grip, sliding back and forth. God, he’s beautiful. His abs contract with each movement, rippling under the skin.
“Sera...” he growls my name, rolling his hips deeper into my hands, faster now, quicker movements. I feel him move harder into my hands, and it’s like he’s moving inside of me. “Sera, please...”
I squeeze a little harder, moving my hands as fast as I can as pressed close as we are. His breath comes in pants, his mouth sucking on the skin of my neck between each inhale and exhale. I burn for him, and watching him slowly come apart has more dampness soaking my panties.
“Hunter,” I moan in his ear, while mouthing the words I love you to the ceiling. He growls and gasps and groans as his hips move even faster into my hands, rough now as he reaches for that final push into oblivion. As he comes, he pumps into my hands three more times, like he can’t get enough of the friction. He groans in my neck, nearly crushing the air out of me. What a glorious way to die.
I love his weight on me, the way his big body cages me in on either side, completely covering me. My body still thrums with need, and I still haven’t moved my hands from his cock. I may not be beautiful, but I’m awesome enough to get Hunter MacLaine to totally lose control.
“Fuck, Sera.” His voice vibrates along the skin of my neck, muffled and sexy to have him this close to me. “I swear I was in orbit. Jesus Christ.”
I’m not grinning. Nope, not one bit. Liar.
“Come with me, we need to clean you up.” As he moves his hips back away from my hands, dragging himself across the soft flesh of my palms, he shivers, chewing on his lip as he lets out a groan. He wipes my hands on his boxers, fully unzipping his jeans, and dropping them to the floor. We walk together to his bathroom, me fully dressed, and Hunter in only his underwear.
And the way it molds to his ass? Bloody hell.
I wash up, then with semi-wet hands I push the hair back out of my face, watching the way my hazel eyes seem to sparkle, and the way my cheeks look like they’re stained with blush. This is the best I have ever looked in a mirror.
I watch Hunter come up behind my reflection, careful not to touch me, but the mere suggestion of his presence nearly undoes me. My legs quiver, and the ache that had dulled between my legs has my whole body tightening again. He moves my hair to the side, away from my neck, and kisses my pulse, the stubble on his face rasping against my skin.
“You’re gorgeous, Sera.”
I give him a small smile in the mirror. He looks up at me from the skin of my neck, his hands winding around my ribs, to press into my belly then down to my hips. I don’t remember how to breathe. He’s building a fire in me that I just want to let rage and consume me.
“I need to wash up. You can stay, or you can meet me in my bed.”
I wish I could raise an eyebrow. At times like these, I really really wish I could. “I don’t want to have sex tonight.”
He pushes more hair out of the way and kisses me right below my ear. His lips there, God, I feel it between my legs, in the dark feeling in my lower belly, in the way I lick my lips and crane my head for more, needing more. More kisses, more touches.
“I didn’t say anything about sex. We do whatever you want. Those are the rules, remember?”
I frown at our reflection. Holy hell, we look good together. If we were naked, standing like that, my curves would cover his hips, the indent of my waist would show off his abs as he stands behind me, and his broad shoulders would eclipse where my shoulders would sit lower on his torso. Maybe this is supposed to happen, after all.
“I think I just want to sleep. Can you do that?”
“What kind of man would I be if I didn’t take care of you?” His blue eyes meet mine in the mirror. He squeezes me closer to his body and I lose my breath.
“Take care of me?”
“Baby, look at you. You’re primed for me, probably with the lightest brush of my fingers, I’m going to have you coming. Why won’t you let me?”
Frak, his words – almost, almost but not there. I’m going to have to take a cold shower, or take care of myself when he’s taking one.
“All you have to do is ask. Fuck, Sera, you can have whatever you want. I’ll give you whatever you want, I swear.”
I nod, look away from our bodies. “I know. I really just want to sleep. This has been a lot for me tonight.”
He nods at me in the mirror, but not before taking my earlobe and gently sucking on it, with a hint of teeth. The sensation shoots down to my sex, and the ache is so great I moan in yearning.
“Let me finish you, Sera. Please, baby,
let me do that for you,” he rasps in my ear in between sucking my lobe. My breath hitches again, a catch of air in my throat that means I’m ready for it.
I don’t want him to know I’m a virgin. Not yet. And I don’t want to tell him either, or have him feel if my hymen is still intact. No, no, no. But I want what I want.
“Wrap a towel around your waist and get rid of your boxers.” He does this. “Sit on the floor.” He sits. I watch him looking up at me, a wicked smile on his mouth that tells me he knows he’s won the battle, but I plan on winning the war.
With his legs splayed out in front of him, I go to my knees, and crawl into his lap, until only the towel, my sweats and panties separate us. I crush myself to his chest, abs to abs. My nipples are hard points under my bra, aching for skin-on-skin contact. I wrap my arms around his shoulders, fitting myself directly over him. My whole body contracts at the point of contact, ready to detonate.
I lose my breath in a little hitch, grinding myself on him. He’s basically naked and I’m fully dressed and the contrast has that inferno building hotter and hotter inside me, my skin burning with a kind of fever-heat.
Hunter kisses me, long and deep, lapping at my mouth, tasting me like he has nowhere else to be, nothing else to do. He’s the only man who’s ever wanted to spend time on me, and while a part of me knows this is a dangerous thought, that I’m going to build him too far up in my head, I can’t bring myself to care, not when I’m about to splinter apart from the sheer bliss of it all.
“Sera...” Hunt growls again, bringing my memory back to the couch, where we were minutes ago, him unraveling before me, spilling into my hands.
I somehow get closer to him, fitting our bodies tighter, pressing ourselves into one another as I work my hips, back and forth, rubbing myself along the ridge of him underneath the towel.
His hands get underneath my shirt, and I’m so worked up, crazed with my need to come that I don’t even register that he’s touching my belly, my ribs, down to my lower back and up again. I don’t even realize he’s pulled down a cup of my bra until I feel his callused thumb swipe along my nipple, sending an arc of lightning to my sex, almost, almost sending me over the edge.
“Hunter,” I moan into his mouth, nipping a bit too hard on his bottom lip. I’m crazed, I’ve lost all control of my body and an alien invasion wouldn’t stop me from working myself on him, from bucking my hips along that perfect ridge underneath me to get myself where I want to be.
His arms wind around my back, leaving my nipple as I whimper into his mouth, a little mew that I never thought I would make when I came to this point. It’s needy and honest and sexy. Coupled with the sound of his groans rumbling through his chest, the way my skin tightens and tingles I-I-I...
My breath hitches one last time, a whimpering moan escaping my throat, passing through my mouth and into his. I can’t breathe anymore, so I pull back and bury my face in his neck, licking along the tendon from shoulder to throat, nipping at it like it’s an anchor to the here and now when the rest of my body has flown to the stars. My hips slowly stop moving as I try and catch my breath.
Hunter holds me close, hands roaming along my back that’s all at once soothing and comforting. I lean back on his lap, face flaming, throat Sahara dry. I don’t look at him as I get myself off of him on unsteady legs.
“I’ll see you in bed,” I mumble, too befuddled to even think about going back to my place. He’d probably just follow me there, anyway, and then I’d have his scent on my sheets and no peace of mind.
When I settle into the navy sheets, I make sure my back is turned to the hall, my cheek pressed tight into the pillow. I waited all of four months since we’ve been dating to do what I did. He probably thinks I’m easy, not much better than Aly.
Where moments before the fire consumed me, I’m now doused with ice, even as it settles in my chest cavity. I don’t know how I lost control like that, how I let myself do that. In doing so, I saw how much control Hunt has over me, and I don’t like it. This is all so new and terrifying that even now, at my age, I’m not sure if I can handle it.
The water’s shut off, and I know I won’t be alone for long. I don’t know how to act, or be, or what he wants to hear. Do I praise his sexiness? Do I tell him how much I enjoyed what we did on his bathroom floor (even though I did)? God, I wish I could call Katie and have her run me through a play-by-play on what’s supposed to happen next.
I hear him go down the hall, presumably to turn off the TV. I hear the towel drop once he’s back in his room, and ruffling as he goes through his dresser to pull on some boxers. Only then does he get into bed with me, only then.
He lies down on his side, moving as close as he can get so we’re facing each other.
“Sera? You awake?”
I mumble an affirmative, trying to get his features straight in the dark. The room is black as pitch, so I can’t even tell where his eyes are, where his mouth is; I could be sleeping next to a stranger.
“Can I give you this shirt to wear and you throw your nerdy one on the floor?”
Well, shit, my heart just melted. “Why?” I whisper in the dark, feeling like we’re the only two people alive.
He clears his throat, coming closer to me, managing to grab my hand under the covers and give me a fistful of his tee. “For one, I love seeing you in my clothes. For second, baby, I’ve been waiting a long time for those nerdy shirts of yours to be on my bedroom floor. Please?”
I sigh like he’s totally inconveniencing me. Truth of the matter is, I love wearing his clothes, too, even though my nerdy ones are far more supreme.
I go to my back on the bed, making sure the covers are up to my chin. Arching my back, I get my bra clip undone, and thread it through both sleeves before throwing it on the ground. I then disappear under the covers, and switch shirts. When I come back up for air, I’m hauled into Hunter’s side as he rolls into me, a thigh pushing its way in between my legs, making sure my body knows exactly where he is. The arm that was encircling my waist as he pulled me closer, extends and goes up to the back of my head, turning me towards him as half is chest settles on me.
Even in sleep, it seems, Hunter wants to make sure that whoever’s wearing an invisibility cloak, or using an invisibility charm knows that he’s protecting me, that I belong to him now.
He nuzzles my neck, kisses a spot right below my ear.
“You’re going to learn some bad things about me, Sera. Real shitty things about the asshole I used to be. I don’t want it to touch you, but it will. I want you to remember us, like this, before you run off on me.”
“Okay,” I whisper, frowning. I’m so glad he can’t see me in the dark.
“I’m being serious, baby. Judge me on the man I am now, and not the kid I was back then. S’all I’m asking of you.” He pulls me closer into his body, as he pulls in a deep breath of the smell of my hair. “God, I can’t believe you’re in bed with me. And you’re letting me hold you like this.”
I stiffen. Alarm bells clang in my head. Mayday, mayday, mayday. “Why wouldn’t I let you hold me like this, Hunter?”
“You’re so good to me,” he mutters in my ear. “You’re so good to Matty, even after all the shit that’s gone down, you’re still here. With me.”
I stare at the grayness of his face. “I gave you a hand job. That does not constitute me ‘being good to you’. You’re freaking me out. What does the past matter?”
He moves his head, and places a kiss at the corner of my mouth. “It matters, baby. It just does. I’ll tell you when I’m ready, alright?”
“Fine, whatever.” I say, miffed. “Good night.”
“And the hand job was spectacular. I saw the sun at a close-range distance.”
I snort, pulling the covers up over my mouth to muffle the sound.
“You think Aly ever had a juice or candy for me in her purse? Sera, when you kiss me, you kiss me. I’m not a mouth to you; I’m not just a cock.”
I frown, turning into him, so h
is arm is resting along my waist. “You have those things, you are not just those things.”
“Exactly.”
“I’m not following.”
Hunter tucks some hair behind my ear, hands infinitely gentle on my face, tracing his fingers over my cheekbone, down along the bridge of my nose, to my lips.
“I’m a way to get off, baby. I’m also a paycheck, a guarantee of a cozy future.”
“Where does Matty factor into all this?”
“He doesn’t. She’d ship him off as soon as the marriage license was signed. Not gonna happen.”
“Yeah, over my fraking dead body. Who the hell does she think she is? Lilith?” I rest my hand against the side of his neck, the words I love you choking me with the force they need to come out with.
“Are you talking about one of your shows again?”
“You bet.”
Hunter chuckles in the darkness, the sound so intimate and sexy, I can’t help but snuggle closer, warmth hitting my chest because I can make him do that.
“Which one is this?” I love that he wants to know more about me, about the shows I love to watch. I didn’t know it, but I want to share with him the good parts of my life.
I tell him through two yawns what Supernatural is about. Two brothers have been raised to fight evil, kill demons and all sorts of supernatural creatures that destroy human lives. It’s about sacrifice, and family, and what you do for those you love, no matter the cost to yourself. It’s about angels and demons, and scary creatures that make me sleep with the light on the night of the episode. It’s about forgiveness and weakness and honesty and loss. It’s about hope and the chance for a better life.
“Aren’t you terrified of going to go to sleep every night? What if we lived in a world where all that shit existed?”
“I already have packets of salt in my purse for such an occasion. Salt stops, like, eighty percent of things that go bump in the night. And, and, and the whole show is about killing these things. It’s basically like a manual. I know how to kill everything already.”
