by Lana Hartley
What the fuck?
I reach up and rub my eyes. I can hardly believe what's in front of me. Am I seeing this correctly?
No. This can't be happening.
What the fuck is Hunter doing in my favorite sushi restaurant? And what the fuck is he doing with Natalie? Who does he think he is, putting his hand on Natalie's?
I feel my pulse kick in my chest and there's an anger building behind my vision. It almost makes me dizzy. I try to take a few, deep, mindful breaths but it doesn't help to ease the tension building behind my temples. I unconsciously ball one hand into a fist.
Hunter doesn't even like Japanese food. And look at the way he's eating … fumbling his chopsticks, and pouring soy sauce over his sushi. It's all wrong.
It's more than wrong. It's borderline embarrassing.
The way he pours it is greedy and wasteful.
I'll admit; I'm normally a calm and contained person. But right now? In this moment? There's a vein in my temple that's pulsing so fast, it feels like it might burst. I'm trying to resist the violent urge to rub wasabi in his eyes.
I'm anything but calm right now … to say the least.
There's something about Natalie that makes me feel possessive … and protective. It's animalistic. It's a feeling I normally don't experience.
For a moment, I debate whether or not I should just turn around and leave and pretend like I never saw this. I could sweep this under the rug of my mind and move on. I have bigger things in my life to worry about. I could be the bigger man.
But as soon as I think this, I know it's not true.
I can't sweep this under the rug. I can't ignore it.
It's more than just an emotion. My entire body is reacting to this.
I know Hunter, and I can't let that cocky bastard get away with this. The way he's looking at Natalie. The way his hand is on hers.
No, that's going to stop right now.
I approach their table, and without wasting another moment I say, "What's going on?" My voice is calm but serious. It's hiding the rage boiling just below the surface.
I catch them off guard and Hunter seems genuinely surprised to see me.
"Well, look who it is," Hunter smiles. "Logan the swingin' Lion … or should I say lamb? You aren't much of a lion these days, are you? Tell me. How long has it been since you've lined up a fight? Months? Years? Let's be honest. It's been so long, we've all stopped counting."
My jaw grows tense and I grit my teeth. "I didn't know you were one for … second place."
As soon as the words leave my mouth, the realization hits Hunter and I watch his eyes go from me to Natalie, and back. And then he grins.
"I'm never in second place," he growls. "Jealous?"
I know I've struck a nerve because he pushes his chair back and stands up so that we're facing each other with an even gaze.
Our chests are puffed out and the way we're breathing is causing our nostrils to flare.
The air between us is thick with tension.
"Stop, both of you," Natalie pleads, but Hunter and I ignore her.
"I'll take it from here," I say to Hunter. "You can leave now."
He laughs. "You're fucking kidding, right? What are you, fucking mental? This is my dinner date, which you've so rudely interrupted. I was here first."
"I was with the girl first," I growl.
"I'm going to give you three seconds to get the fuck out of here before I make you wish that you never showed your face here," Hunter says, a seriousness growing across his brow.
"You've always been a big talker," I growl. "You talk a big game Hunter, but you can't back it up. Natalie is mine."
"Sure doesn't look that way," he sneers, taking another step closer to me, "and time's running out. Now you've got two seconds … and that's generous."
"Good, then that gives me just enough time to put my fist in that mouth of yours." My eyes are now shooting daggers, and every muscle in my body is taut, and ready for action. If he wants to talk big, he better be ready to back it up.
"What the fuck did you just say to me?" Hunter growls. He steps toward me and we bump chests.
Just then, Natalie jumps out of her seat. "I said stop! Please!"
Now we're listening. We have to. She's pushed us aside and is standing in between both of us.
Then she turns to me. "I don't belong to you Logan. I want you to remember that. I don't belong to anyone. You don't own me like some pretty piece of furniture."
I shake my head. "I didn't mean it like that, I—" but Natalie quickly cuts me off.
"Go home Logan; I mean it," she says to me, and then grabbing Hunter's hand, she storms out of the restaurant, dragging him behind her to make her point clear.
Fuck.
That's the last thing I thought would happen.
Natalie
I was right. There’s a story between these two. Did you see the way they reacted? Even though they like to pretend they don’t know each other, this was the proof I needed. These two definitely know each other, and there’s more than meets the eye here.
I mean, the moment Hunter saw Logan come in through the door… He was so relaxed, but then he tensed up in a fraction of a second, almost as if Logan was the grim reaper. And when they started fighting… Swear to God, I almost thought they’d start punching each other right then and there.
To be honest, I wasn’t planning to leave with Hunter (or was I?), but the moment Logan started to claim me as his property… Yeah, I’m not the kind of girl that stands for that. I don’t have an owner, even if the one staking his claim is someone as hot as Logan.
“The gym I train at is closed. It’s nearby here.” Hunter says, his eyes focused on the road ahead. We’re inside his sport car, aimlessly driving through the city, and he has finally decided to crush the silence that settles in between us.
“Ohhkayy,” I say. I don’t get what he means by that. “For what reason?” I think maybe he wants to get a quick workout in. Yeah, right…! A quick naked workout. Still, I wonder if it has to do with seeing Logan. Was it a guy thing to want to go work out when they get worked up? I honestly have no real idea.
“So, we can be alone. I can answer your questions better if we’re alone. Then we won’t have to worry about interruptions,” he tells me and, even though on the surface his idea sounds good, I know that there’s more to it. And I like that.
As we get to the next light, he puts on his left blinker and I have a pretty good idea of where we're headed. There’s a huge gym that’s sort of hidden away. One that’s secretive and you would only know about it if you did your research.
I did my research.
We pull into the empty parking lot. Hunter shuts the car off and we both get out of the car. I follow him toward the door. He pulls out a key and unlocks the door. We both step inside.
“Have you ever stood inside of a ring before?” he asks me.
I shake my head. “No, can’t say that I've done that before,” I say.
I follow Hunter down a hallway. It’s barely lit. As we walk, I’m picturing him taking me and shoving me against one of the walls. I’m so turned on it’s crazy. We’re alone in a dark, empty building and the first thing I think of, is fucking him. I was sure he wanted to fuck me. I could tell by the way he was looking at me. I don’t blame him though, I couldn’t keep my eyes off him either.
When we come to a big dark room, he reaches along the side of the wall and flips on a light switch. Light illuminates the very large room, revealing the ring in the center of it. There’s different weights and punching bags in different areas of the room, away from the ring.
I follow him into the room more and watch as he climbs into the ring.
“Come on. Don’t be afraid,” he says and motions for me to climb into the ring.
“I’m not,” I say and climb into the ring with him. I lose my balance a little and fall into him. He catches me. It’s totally like a cliché from a movie but it works. I can feel the sexual tension eating at u
s. I want him so bad.
He looks down at me, while I look up at him. “You okay?” he asks and brushes a hair from out of my face. That simple gesture… it sends a shiver down my back and right to my pussy.
I nod my head and his mouth finds mine. His soft lips moving with mine, his tongue entering my mouth and encircling my own. I have to admit, he’s an amazing kisser and it’s turning me on so bad. I love the way his tongue is massaging mine. I picture him moving that tongue along my pussy. Making me cum just from barely touching it with his tongue.
His hands are in my hair and I feel like I can’t get enough. He stops kissing my mouth and instead starts kissing my neck. Each kiss is soft and sends a shiver down my body.
He reaches the shoulder straps of my dress, which makes him stop. He grabs them and pulls them down my arms, revealing my black lacey bra.
“Gorgeous,” he mumbles and folds my bra down, which makes my nipples pop out over the fabric. He takes one in his mouth, sucking gently and then he repeats this on my other nipple. A soft moan escapes my mouth.
I feel his hand move around my back, to the clasp of my bra. He undoes it and moves back. I shake the bra down my arms and onto the floor and then I push my already bunched up dress down my legs.
I’m standing in front of him, in the middle of the ring, in just a black lacey thong. I feel so sexy. So powerful.
“You know, I heard that if a girl has matching bra and panties, she's the one who planned on sex.”
I laugh and shrug. “I don’t know. Do you think that’s true?” I ask. Even though I know it was semi-true. I planned to wear matching bra and panties, just in case our little date ended with us fucking.
He takes a step toward me and slides his hand down the front of my thong.
“You’re wet,” he says. “So, I think that means yes.”
I grab his face and start kissing him, pressing my almost naked body to him. I can feel his erection pressing into me. It’s so hard and it’s turning me on even more.
“I want to watch you touch yourself,” he says to me.
“Okay,” I say back with a wink and a smile.
I start by lying down on the ground. Then I grab my tits. I rub my nipples and lay my head back. I take a deep breath and relax into the mat as I begin to use my hands to explore my body. My hands feel cool on my hot skin. I make eye contact with him as I rub my tits.
“You’re so fucking sexy. God damn,” he says.
I bite my lip. I can’t help it. It’s a habit of mine when I’m turned on.
“You make my cock twitch when you do that.”
“Do what?” I ask, pretending like I have no idea what he’s talking about.
“When you bite your lip. It’s so hot.”
I do it again. And then run my hands down my stomach and then around my thighs. I lightly rub my pussy over the lace of my thong. I’m trying to drive him crazy, but instead I’m starting to drive myself crazy. I rub my clit around in small circles and make little “ooo” noises as I do so.
I look at Hunter who is looking at me like he can’t quite get enough. Like his eyes are drawn to my body and he isn’t allowed to look at anything else. It’s hot the way he is looking at me.
I watch as he gets on the ground next to me. He starts rubbing my tits while I’m playing with my pussy. I can feel how wet my panties are. I’m only making things worse for myself. I don’t want to make myself come; I want to cum on his cock. I want to feel him fill me up. I want him to take me and rock my world. Get rough and make my pussy raw.
I wonder how long either of us can really last without fucking. I want him so bad and I know he wants me so bad.
“You have a perfect body, you know that?” he asks me. He’s practically drooling.
“So do you,” I say, admiring his gorgeous muscular physique. Even though he has his clothes on, I can still imagine what he looks like naked. And I know it’s perfect.
“I want you,” he leans into me and whispers.
“Then take me,” I say.
He stands back and I watch as he removes his clothes. When he’s fully naked, I stand up and admire his body or a moment. He’s just as hot as I thought he was going to be. His arms are so sexy. I take a step toward him. The two of us are almost fully naked together. I reach my face up to his and we start kissing. Our bodies pressed together. It feels so good. The skin-on-skin.
He’s kissing me and pressing his erection into me. I reach my hand down and lightly touch his cock. He takes a deep breath and I can tell he’s going crazy. He wants more. I wrap my hand around him and lightly start to move my hand up and down his shaft.
I drop to my knees in front of him. His cock is huge. I grab it in my right hand and open my mouth all the way. I put my mouth around the tip of his cock. I suck it just a little while I move my hand up and down the length of him.
“Fuck that feels so good,” he says.
I take him farther into my mouth, all the way to the back of my throat. I gag just a little, my gag reflexes are almost non-existent. He moans louder and places a hand on the back of my head. He helps to push my head back and forth on his cock. I suck and then pull my head back. I begin to lick around the head of his cock and then down his shaft. I do it slowly.
I want to drive him crazy. I want to build up his release and make him cum harder than he’s ever came in his life. I want him to fuck every one of my holes.
“You’re driving me wild,” he says.
I look up at him and meet his eye. He’s so turned on and I can tell just by the way he is looking at me. I begin to twist my hand around his cock. And he moans louder. I can tell he’s really enjoying himself.
Then he grabs my hair and moves my head along his shaft. He makes me take him all the way into my mouth, gagging me. It’s only a slight gagging sound but he still tells me how hot he thinks the sound is. Then he pulls my head back. “If you don’t stop, I’m going to cum in that pretty mouth of yours and I won’t get to feel your pussy,” he says and drops my hair.
I scoot back and stand up. He takes a step toward me and yanks my thong down. His fingers find my clit where he begins to massage it in fast circles. The continuous motion feels so amazing and I swear I’m about to cum. But he stops.
“I want you to ride me,” he says.
“Okay,” I say and bite my lip.
He lies down on the mat and I straddle him. I reach under myself and grab his cock, holding it up to meet my pussy.
“You’re so wet,” he says.
“Mmhmm,” I moan and lower myself onto him. My pussy wrapping tightly around him. He lets out a loud moan.
I sit up straight and start rocking my hips back and forth. This is my favorite position. The one that drives me wild and makes me cum almost instantly. Hunter grabs onto my hips and helps rock me back and forth in a faster motion.
“You’re so fucking wet and tight,” he says.
I begin bouncing up and down as I rock my hips. I can feel him sliding in and out of me while my clit is grinding into him. I’m getting closer. My moans increase and grow louder. His hands slide up my body to my tits where he grabs them and starts playing with my nipples. The sensation is amazing.
“Are you going to cum for me?” he asks.
I look down at him and into his gorgeous eyes. I nod my head, it’s the best I can do when I’m so focused on cumming. He puts his thumb up to my clit and begins rubbing it fast, back and forth, back and forth.
“Cum for me,” he says.
And as I pick up the speed, I feel myself tipping over the edge. I move my hands to his chest and grip him to hold myself up just as my orgasm begins. “I’m cumming,” I call out.
“Yes, cum for me,” he says.
When I’m done, I open my eyes and look at him.
“Get on your back,” he says.
I don’t waste any time and roll onto my back; my legs are still spread open. He gets in between my legs. I think he's going to fuck me, but instead he gets down and puts his mouth to
my clit. He starts licking it up and down and then in circles and then he sucks it. He does this again. Up, down, circles, suck. Again. Up, down, circles, suck. I feel him slide a finger into my pussy and I twitch. I can’t help it. It all feels so amazing. I can’t keep up with the pattern anymore. There’s too much going on.
He keeps going with the same patterns and before I can stop myself or even really know what is going on, I’m cumming.
He sits up, his face glistening with my cum.
“That was fucking hot,” he says. Then he scoots up and sticks his harder-than-ever cock to my pussy. He’s pressing into my hole just a little. He’s holding it in his hand. I watch as he takes it and rubs it along my clit. It’s slow and gentle, but it makes my body tremble.
He shoves his cock inside of my pussy without warning.
“Uh!” I cry out. His cock fills my pussy. I love the way it feels inside of me. It’s so hard and thick and he really knows how to fuck me. He goes slow at first, making me feel every single inch of him. There’s something sexy about how he’s fucking me. About how this is happening inside of a place this usually wouldn’t happen. The thought of another gym member or trainer showing up and catching us fucking on the mat is really turning me on even more.
He starts fucking me harder and harder. I can feel him going deeper inside of me.
“Oh fuck!” I call out.
“You like it when I fuck your tight little pussy?” he asks.
I nod my head. “Mmhmm.”
I grab onto my tits and start squeezing my nipples. I know I can come another time. I feel myself getting closer. He’s so good at what he is doing and it’s driving me wild.
His hard cock is sliding in and out of me. He pauses and I help him as he picks up both of my legs, crosses them and places them on one shoulder. Then he sticks his cock onto my tight pussy and presses just a little. I can tell it’s going to be hard for him to get in. He’s so thick and right now I’m really tight.
He presses a little more and then a little more and I can feel him begin to enter me. It’s slow because it’s too tight, but it’s driving me crazy.
“Fuck you are so tight,” he says.
