by C.M. Kars
I’m backed up into the bed, the mattress hitting the backs of my thighs. I lose my breath when Hunter kneels in front of me, the image seared into my brain until the day I die.
Hunter kisses my belly, right below my belly button. A heated wave burns through my core, getting me damper, even more ready for him. I whimper as his tongue licks where his kiss was.
“Please,” I whimper. I need this. I need Hunter to give it to me.
“Will you let me see you, baby? Will you let me taste you?” Hunter asks, staring up at me. I fraking love that he’s asking my permission, but God, God, God.
Fuck, I’m going to come from the sound of his questions, of what he’s asking me.
When I don’t answer, he says, “I’ll make you feel good, I promise.”
I swallow hard. “No one’s ever done that to me before. I’m a little scared.”
Hunter places kisses along my lower belly, just above the elastic band of my underwear, spanning from hip to hip. I pant as the fire inside me builds higher and higher, and I pulse and throb inside.
“Christ, this night just keeps getting better and better.”
I snicker, even with all my nerves. “Stop beating your chest there, Tarzan.”
He licks my hip bone and I gasp. Didn’t know that would feel amazing. His teeth flash in the light as he nips me there, for being bad and snarky.
“Lie down, but keep your ass to the edge of the bed.”
Oh, shit. I do as I’m told, like a good little girl. I squeeze my eyes shut as he pulls down my underwear, threading one ankle then the other and I’m completely naked in front of him. I’m starting to revise the whole him wearing clothes thing and me being buck naked.
I hear Hunter settle on his knees, his face right between my legs. I squirm, and cover my face with my hands, feeling my blush hit my face, neck and chest. Shit.
Light kisses up the inside of my thigh, causing me to tense.
“You need to relax for me.” I nod, even though I’m sure he can’t see me. “And you might want to hold onto something.”
Bloody, bloody, bloody hell.
I fist the sheets, and stare at the ceiling, waiting...waiting...waiting...
A sweep of warm tongue over my sex, the slightest of touches across my clit and my back bows off the bed as I bite my lip. A whimper escapes me.
He licks me slow, building me higher and higher until I’m almost there, only to kiss the insides of my thighs, nibble on the softness there until I come down. With each new stroke of his tongue I get closer and closer to that beautiful edge until he teases me with a fall and pulls me back all too soon.
“Please, please, please,” I beg, wadding more of his sheets into my hands. “Hunter, please...”
Then, “Please what?”
Motherducker he’s going to make me say it. My hips move in a rhythm against the air, seeking any kind of relief while he tortures me with waiting.
“Hunter...”
“Yeah, baby?”
I whimper, and lift my head. My stomach drops out at the look in his eyes, dark and hungry as he stares at me, waiting for my answer.
“Make me come.”
He grins, puts his hands on the insides of my thighs, spreading me wider for him. I fall back and close my eyes at the renewed bliss of his tongue and mouth on me. He dips his tongue inside me, then moves up and ohmygod starts to suckle and tongue my clit, sending billions of fireworks forking up my body, everywhere, over, and under.
I moan, whimper as he adds his fingers inside me, stretching me, rubbing me in places I didn’t know would feel so good. I climb faster, and higher, running towards the edge of that blissful cliff, my hips grinding against his mouth in a frenzy until, until... until-
I detonate into flames as they lick up my spine, explode in my toes and fingers in heated waves from my sex in one hard crash. I’m unaware of saying Hunter’s name, over and over again like a prayer.
When I come down, I struggle to catch my breath. I thought my spinning bike kicked my ass when it came to endurance, but one duel with Hunter’s tongue and I’m out for the count.
Hunter’s hands are everywhere, his mouth kissing every inch of skin, his tongue tasting the hollow dip between hip and abdomen, trailing up to my ribs, tracing each one with his mouth. I could stay like this forever.
He crawls up my body to get on the bed, arranging my numb limbs into a position where I’m tucked close to him, as he settles us under the covers. I’m exhausted, and all I want to do is sleep.
I want to tell him I’m sorry, but I can’t take care of him right now. I’m sated, and my eyes start to droop before I can tell him something, anything. I’m tucked closer into his warmth, smelling his cologne him as his chin rests on the top of my head, and one hand goes to my ribs.
My first orgasm by another person and I fall asleep.
Typical.
Frak. I dozed off.
I’m in Hunter’s room, alright. And I’m naked! Oh, I’m naked because he- yeah, thatwas fraking awesome. But where did he go? Was I bad at it or something?
I hear water running. Moving under his sheets, I go to my back and stare at the ceiling like it has all the answers I need. Except the images of a naked Hunter five feet away from me in the shower are bombarding my brain. I mean, sexy man and water? Unf, I can’t even deal with it right now.
I’m thinking about marching into that bathroom, throwing open the curtain and attacking Hunter. I squelch down that uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach, and ignore the way my heart wants to beat out of my chest.
He already saw me naked, there’s no reason that I should be feeling like this, being nervous about what he thinks of my body. Grrrrr. I still get up and rummage through his dresser drawers, pulling on one of his t-shirts that falls to mid-thigh. Pulling my hair out through the neck to let it settle along my shoulders, I take a deep breath before stalking across the hall.
I can do this. I can, I can.
Oh, shit, the water stopped. Lost opportunity. And I just stand there, staring at the door, wracked with indecision. To go or not to go?
I swear I was only staring at the door for seconds, seconds, before I see the door handle turn and Hunter’s there, he’s there, right in front of me, wearing nothing but a towel around his waist.
Just looking at his body makes me punch-drunk, exactly like I’ve taken too many punches to the head. I don’t know where to look first – his hair, slicked dark with the remaining water in it? Or how about the droplets on his shoulders that sluice down his body in appetizing droplets flowing down his skin? Or the way his nipple piercings glint in the light and shadows, or how about the terrain of muscle that seems to be in every part of his body? Don’t even get me started on the soft smile he gives me, holding the towel around his hips with one hand.
“Hey,” Hunter says, wiping the moisture from his face, then wiping that hand on his towel-clad thigh. Frak, he’s beautiful.
“Hello...” My God, could I be any more of a dork? I clear my throat, and have to tear my gaze away from his delectable body. Would he let me touch him like I want to? To run my hands over his pecs, his abs?
“Sera, stay with me a sec, would you?”
Slammed back to reality. “What?”
Hunter smiles, eyes crinkling with warmth. I’ve never seen anything so sweet in my life, and it’s directed at me. I must’ve done something right to deserve this.
“You went somewhere in your head.”
I tilt my head. “Perceptive much?”
His smile gets wider as he brushes past me into his bedroom. I follow like a dumb puppy expecting a treat.
The towel drops. Fuck... just fucking shit.
My hands clamp over my face, but the image is already seared into my brain. I spread my fingers and peek through them, catch him staring at me, and close up shop once more. Finally aggravated with myself, I drop my hands and fist them in the hem of my borrowed shirt, forcing myself to look.
Hunter is hard, pink and beautif
ul. Of course he would be. Bastard.
I look up at the ceiling, to the floor, at my feet, always to come back to his body as he waits for me patiently. I don’t know what he expects, what I expect, but it wasn’t this. He’s being so careful with me, and I let out the breath I didn’t know I was holding.
Hunter doesn’t move from his spot by the bed, just keeps standing still, letting me look my fill, or rather, not looking my fill because I am a coward, and I’m terrified and I’m not sure if I want to run away from him or run to him.
“Are you scared, baby?”
I try and keep my eyes on his face, but damn it, I keep skimming down his pecs, down his abs to rest on him. Obviously I know what a penis looks like, and what it’s supposed to do. But knowing and seeing the real thing are two different things. It’s like trying to compare Harry Potter and Lord of the Rings. In theory, yeah, wizards and giants and (house) elves, and goblins – but in reality, Hogwarts trumps Gondor every single time.
My throat’s gone tight so I can only manage a nod. My stomach twists, and my knees have gone all wobbly.
“Why are you scared?” he asks.
He’s going to make me talk. Gah! I let out a heavy breath. “What about me being a virgin escaped your notice?”
“Do I look threatening to you?”
Shit. I look down at his cock and can’t seem to look away. “Yes. You do.”
“I’m going to try my best not to hurt you.”
I frown, biting my lip. “Are you even sure we’re gonna fit?”
I look up to his face, needing a really good answer. “We’ll fit.”
“I don’t know how you can say that without having scientific proof that we will.”
Hunter laughs. “Sera, we go as far as you want. In my bed, we do whatever you want to do. For however long you want to do it. I’m not going to force you into anything; I drove you away already and it was the shittiest three weeks of my life.”
My shoulders set as I hear the pain in his voice.
His blue eyes are intent on me, like he’s trying to communicate with more than words. “They were even shittier than that first month being diabetic. So, yeah, do I want you? I can’t hide that, baby. But they invented cold showers for a reason, and we go as far as you want.”
“I- I’m not sure what I want.”
Hunter nods. “Do you want me to put clothes on?” He asks, pointing to the dropped towel at his feet.
I shake my head. Now that I’ve seen him, I can’t let clothes touch all that perfection.
“Do you want to keep my shirt on?”
I nod, fisting the material in my hands.
Questions barrel their way onto my tongue, forcing my lips open. “Can I touch you?”
No hesitation, and a slow smile. “Absolutely.”
I clear my throat. “And you’ll let me know if I do anything wrong?”
Hunter’s turn to shake his head, like I’m not getting the easiest concept in a math problem. “There’s no wrong, baby. Only good and better, yeah?”
I nod. “Okay. Um... could we just lie down first?”
Hunter moves slowly to the other side of the bed, looking back at me with a small smile. His hands go to the rumpled covers and lifting them, I watch the play of his muscles that make me want to drool.
I get into bed with a naked Hunter, heart trying to escape from my body using my throat. I settle into the still-warm sheets, and watch him get in, amazed all over again that this beautiful man is sharing a bed with me, and wants me. How did this happen?
“This okay?” he asks, and my heart stumbles in my chest.
“You’re being very nice about all this.” I clear my throat and stare into his eyes. “No one’s ever been this nice to me about me being a freak.”
His brows punch low on his face, and he bares his teeth at me. “Who should I rough up? That fucker Tommy, right? Please say yes.”
I laugh and snuggle closer to him, wondering if I’m brave enough to take off his shirt. I move close enough that we’re almost, almost pressed up against each other.
“The boys don’t know about my v-card status. I never told them.”
“So who made you feel like a freak?” He must be in pain, he must be. God, but he’s letting me take things slow, he’s letting me set the pace.
“I guess, I did. I mean, who gets to be my age and stays a virgin? I’m like a rare species on the verge of extinction.”
“You’re being cute again.” I never thought a badass would say I was cute, or even say it with an adorable smile on his face, blue eyes lit up like lasers. “Baby, it doesn’t matter to me. I’m just glad you told me, and now I can prepare you better. I promise I’ll make this good for you.”
“Wait a second, are you feeling okay? Is your sugar alright?” Ouch. Mood-killer, thy name is Sera. “I’m sorry. I just want to see if you feel good.”
Hunter smirks and reaches for the hand I’ve planted between us and kisses my palm. I feel the zing of heat in my core. God, if he can do that with just his mouth, what’s going to happen when I take all of him?
“I’m feeling more than good right now. I’ve got you in my bed.” He laughs and leans in to kiss the corner of my mouth. “But I checked before, just in case. I’m good.”
I pull in a breath and let it out in a rush. “I want to touch you now.”
“Sure, baby. Do whatever feels right.”
I chew on my lip. “But what if you don’t like it?” I sit up, letting the covers pool in my lap, leaving Hunter’s upper half exposed. God, why did you have to make him so beautiful? I’m going to have to beat chicks off him with light-sabers and I’m not even a fully trained Jedi yet.
Hunter takes my hand in his strong grip and before I know what he’s doing, I’m touching the skin of his abs, over the bumps of his six-pack and down...and down... He’s warm and soft and strong like before, all that time ago, on his couch. “I’m not sure why you’re so freaked out, baby. This,” he pumps my hand under his over the length of him, and I’m pretty sure my eyes just rolled back in my head from the sexy look on his face. “I can’t fake. This means I want you. Badly.”
I gasp when he makes me run the entire length of him again, adjusting my grip with his own. “Get it, baby? I want to be inside you. I want those little noises from before to be all I hear when I make you come.”
I gulp, look down at the way his abs contract in waves as his hips move underneath the covers, pushing his cock into our hands. I’m going to die from the sensory overload, and the combination of not being able to see him fully is driving me insane.
“No one’s ever wanted me before. You’re kind of a lot to take in.” Hunter gives me a dirty smile. “I didn’t mean it like that! Jerk. Here I am, trying to be all serious-”
Hunter stops the movement of our hands, and puts mine on his abs, just leaves it there. Doing an ab crunch, he leans up and kisses me, one hand going into my hair, his tongue going into my mouth.
I can’t get over how much the glide of his tongue over mine builds the fire inside me higher and higher, or the nips of his teeth make me ache deeply inside. And when he builds a rhythm of his tongue going in and out of my mouth, mimicking what’s going to happen between us down below, I lose it.
Growling, I sink my teeth into his bottom lip, then lick along it, soothing the slight pain. Pulling away, my body ignites with triumph as I watch him struggle to catch his breath, and the way his hips are moving underneath the covers, against the sheets, like he’s seeking any kind of relief possible.
“I get to touch. You said so.” I tell him. His easy acquiescence has me throbbing, more wetness coming from me as he sits up against the headboard of his bed, dragging his body up with his thick arms.
I sit on my knees next to him, so close, our hips are touching. His eyes are now navy, and there’s color in his cheeks. His nostrils flare like he can smell my arousal, and the thought has me squirming. The predator sits while the prey pets him.
Just like before on
the couch, my dumb brain-mouth filter malfunctions and words tumble out of my mouth.
“The first day I saw you was in the elevator with her. And you guys were kissing, deep and desperate, and I knew if the elevator didn’t hurry up, I was going to get a show.” Hunter’s eyes pop as I tell him my story.
I trail my fingers over his lips, and stifle a moan when he licks at them, nipping the tips. “I thought you were the sexiest thing I’d ever seen, and you were kissing another girl.” I look into his navy eyes. “I wanted it to be me. I wished it were me you had in the corner of the elevator.”
His lips part and his breath tickles my fingertips. I move to either side of his neck, tracing the veins with my thumbs. Trying to get more comfortable, I straddle his sheet-covered hips, settle myself gently on him. He growls when I hit him just right.
“Baby, you’re driving me fucking insane.” Hunter’s hands come to my hips, fingers digging into my flesh. He really does want me. Maybe as much as I want him.
“I’ve never had a man so desperate to get inside me like I saw how you were in the elevator.”
“Fuck.I’ll show you how much I want you, Sera. I want you. Please baby, let me have you.”
I drag my hands over his shoulders, grinding on him slow enough that my breath hitches with every upstroke and the bliss inside me is like liquid waves, lulling me. I could do this forever, and it’s so good.
I lick his collarbones, touching and tasting everywhere I can reach. I suck on his studded nipples, tasting the tang of metal as I get another sexy rumble out of him.
“Fuck.”
“Mmmm,” I moan, going lower and lower, tasting the dips of skin between muscle and bone, all the while his hips start bucking into my body.
“Sera. I need to be inside you.”
I lift myself up from dragging my teeth over one of his sex lines, licking up over his hip bone. He’s crazed for me and that’s enough. It’s more than enough. I’m a pulsating star, ebbing and flowing with bliss. I can feel myself slick and ready for him, my channel squeezing down on emptiness and it hurts.
