The Hunt - Monica James

by James, Monica

  I increase the tempo, because I know she wants more and so do I. I drive into her like a wild animal, throwing my head back as I clutch onto her waist with both hands. “Oh, fuck.” No one has ever felt this good.

  I know I’m being incredibly rough, but she can handle it. She thrusts onto my cock, impaling herself faster and harder, screaming and writhing when I hit all the way home. “I’ve never felt this…” she pants, her sentence unfinished.

  Just hearing her voice is a sucker punch to my cock, and I slam so hard into her, she propels forward, growing lax. I know she’s close. “You okay, Shortcake?” I breathlessly ask, never breaking rhythm. She nods, whimpering when I reach down and play with her swollen clit. She instantly lets out an ear-splitting scream and sags.

  The chair is whining under the pressure and I know it won’t be long until Mary buckles too. I’m still not done, not even by half, so I kick the chair out from under her, clasping her waist and scooping a hand under her quivering stomach.

  My cock is her anchor and I continue driving into her so fiercely; she collapses onto the desk, front first. There is a small patch she didn’t saturate, and she holds onto that section like it’s her safety net. She spreads her arms out wide, clutching onto the edge, needing something to hold onto as I fuck her without remorse.

  “Oh my god!” she cries, her body flailing around like a rag doll, as she’s gone limp.

  “Do you want me to stop?” If she says yes, I just may die, but I need to know she’s enjoying this as much as me.

  “No. More,” she commands, slamming onto me, a second lease of life taking over.

  She is wild, untamed, stroking the beast in me. I cup both hands under her belly, pivoting her hips so I can deepen the angle. Her warm, silky sex drains my cock. “Fuck!” I roar, my balls hitting her pussy as I penetrate her cavernous heat.

  The sight is too much as my dick entering her is like a masterpiece sent from above. I grind down on her clit, eliciting a raw scream. Her ass is poised high and I can’t help myself as I smack her cheek—hard.

  “You fucker!” she shrieks, crashing down on me and clenching my dick so hard, I wail in delight.

  “You like me smacking your ass?” I groan, palming her reddening behind.

  “I like it when you don’t talk and fuck me,” she breathlessly retorts, turning her cheek, her pink lips parted in pure ecstasy.

  Her sassiness spurs me on. “Good, ’cause I plan on fucking you every”—thrust— “single”—thrust—“day. And when you can’t take it anymore, you’re going to fuck me with those pretty lips. Or maybe… I’ll fuck you someplace else.” To parade my depraved thoughts, I smack her ass again, harder this time. She thrashes about, screaming in utter decadence. “Would you like that?”

  Beads of perspiration collect on her pinkening skin and I want to lick every single one. “I asked you a question,” I hum, rolling my hips and decelerating the momentum, which is not what Mary wants. I can do this all day because prolonging her orgasm means I get to stay this way forever.

  Her eyes and lips are sealed shut, but I know how to make her talk. Reaching down, I circle my pointer against her clit, which has her undulating beneath me. Her bud is so swollen. She’s seconds away from coming. But until she answers me, that orgasm will remain a hair’s breadth away.

  “Fuck me…” she cries, attempting to kickstart my cock, but the sight of her pussy gasping for me has me stopping altogether, still rooted deep within. “Hunter! Please!”

  When she attempts to rise, I press my chest to her back, trapping her. Stretching my arms over hers, I interlace our fingers. She smells like strawberries and cream and sex, and I want to fucking eat her whole. “I’ll fuck you when you answer me. Do you like it?” I whisper into her ear, suckling the shell.

  She moans. “Yes, I love it. Own me.”

  Music to my ears. “How does my cock feel inside of you?” I roll my hips, ensuring she can feel every single inch of me.

  “It feels so…good,” she pants, surrendering. “And if you stop, I think I’m going to die.”

  “What a way to go,” I reply, increasing my tempo. She hums in relief. Still encasing her body with mine, I give her what she wants and fuck her mercilessly.

  “Never stop,” she pants, racing toward the finish line. “Please. I want you everywhere.”

  “Everywhere?” I question, gritting my teeth, my balls squeezing tight.

  “Yes. All those places you said…I want it…I want you.”

  Those three magical words are my destruction and I pump into her so vigorously, the desk shifts forward with the force, but I don’t stop. I shoot upward, clutching her waist, and pistioning my hips so quickly, gasps of air push from my lungs.

  Mary screams, collapsing, which is my cue to reach down and flick over her clit. It’s her kryptonite, because she shudders and comes with a thunderous cry. The sound is my downfall, and with two quick pumps, I follow, howling when her pussy drains me and a gush floods around me.

  Oh god, I’m swimming in Mary’s honey once again and I’ve become addicted.

  Aftershocks rock her body, and I stay embedded inside of her, the gravity of having the best sex of my life forbidding me from pulling out anytime soon. Tiny whimpers leave her parted lips as she gulps in mouthfuls of air.

  “Are you all right?” I ask when she begins quivering.

  “Yes. That was just so…intense,” she replies once her breathing settles.

  Leaning down, I kiss where her neck meets her shoulder, savoring the fragrance. “That was only the beginning.”

  She turns to look up at me, eyes wide, but they’re soon consumed with a newfound hunger. Her flushed cheeks, wild hair, and pink, swollen lips has a longing rousing in me once again. She gasps.

  “Ready for round two?” I don’t wait for her to reply. I withdraw, only to flip her onto her back with a smirk.

  Her nipples pebble the moment her astounded gaze lands on my cock. “Is that even possible?”

  Pulling off the condom, my stare is rooted to her pink, glistening pussy. “Anything is possible when you’re involved.”

  I reach for another condom, slipping it on with a lot more poise this time. Mary watches, a shockwave rocking her body. I want to beat my chest in pride. Standing between her spread legs, I hook my wrists behind her knees, and drag her toward me. She yelps, but that soon turns to a low moan when I suck two fingers and slip them inside of her. “It’s okay, Shortcake. Just hold on and enjoy the ride.”

  Tick Tock

  “So, I think if we move this here…then it’ll give you more blah blah blah…” I really wish I could concentrate on what Mary is saying, but with her delicious derriere waving in the wind, all I can deliberate over is whether it’s too early to go down on her again.

  It’s Friday, and my week has been filled with fucking Mary anywhere, anytime. You’d think I’d have my fill by now, but each time I taste her, I’m left with a hankering for more. I’m man enough to admit that I’m addicted to her. She’s all I think about, and when I’m inside of her, nothing else matters.

  I’ve never felt this before.

  Whenever she’s around, I feel sick to my stomach and I have an endless supply of Tums on hand. I really wish I could talk to Dixon and Finch, but it’s an unspoken rule between Mary and I that whatever we’re doing remains solely between us.

  I wouldn’t even know where to start anyway, because how do you explain something which makes zero sense?

  “Are you even listening to me?” she asks, standing to full height and ruining my view. She was bent over, ass high in the air as she explained the feng shui principles to my office.

  The leather chair, which holds such fond memories, squeaks as I rise. Mary soon bites her lip, knowing she’s in trouble. The notebook she holds trembles in her hands before she presses it to her chest. Like that can save her. “Can you stop looking at me like that?”

  “Like what?” I question, stalking toward her, hands dug deep in my pockets.


  Her cheeks turn a rose pink as she backs up. “Like you want to eat me.”

  Her retreat just stokes the inner competitor and I continue hunting her until she bumps into the wall. “You didn’t mind me eating you this morning. Or yesterday afternoon,” I counter smartly, running my thumb along her bottom lip, happily reliving the memory.

  A flush creeps up the slope of her creamy neck and my mouth instantly waters. I want to follow the current with my tongue. “I have work I have to do.”

  “So do I,” I reply, stopping only when we’re pressed front to front. A choppy exhale leaves her, the sound betraying her nerves.

  I take a moment to appreciate every single inch of her, because I’m insatiable when it comes to her. Her copper waves are tied back in a low bun, but thanks to our early morning activities, wisps have slipped free. Her tight t-shirt hints at the blue silk bra she’s wearing, but I know firsthand, considering I ripped it from her body about an hour ago.

  I instantly get hard.

  “Hunter!” she gasps, eyes wide as she feels how happy I am to see her.

  “Yes,” I innocently retort, leaning forward and nuzzling the side of her neck. I hum as I bask in her familiar bouquet.

  “You can’t be serious,” she says breathlessly, instantly growing slack against me.

  “I’m pretty sure the hard on I’m sporting is confirmation of just how serious I am.”

  “I don’t know why I bother getting dressed.”

  “I couldn’t agree more,” I concur, kissing over her galloping pulse. Just as I walk my fingers into her jeans, a knock sounds loudly against my door. “Go away!” I yell, but the persistent knocking continues.

  “Hunter? It’s me, Keira.”

  I literally can feel Mary’s body freeze up and grow colder than a snowman’s dick. She latches her fingers over my wrist to stop me from reaching the goods. Groaning, I know this is a losing battle, so I remove my hand and sigh.

  “Make sure you include a lock on your list of things,” I say, pointing to the fallen notebook by her feet. She cracks a hint of a smile.

  I rearrange myself because I don’t want Keira getting the wrong idea. When I open the door, she stands before it in a white dress, which may as well be made out of plastic wrap. On any other day, I would be wiping the drool from my chin, but now, I just wish she’d go away.

  When I stand in front of the doorway, my arm extended high against the doorjamb, prohibiting entry, she nervously tugs at her pearl earring. “Can I come in?” She makes a point to look at my barricade.

  “I’m busy. Can it wait?” Subtlety has never been my strong suit, especially now.

  I wish I could erase the night I gave in to temptation with this woman. My life would be so much easier, because every time I look at her, I’m reminded of what a fucking bastard I am.

  “I won’t be a minute. It’s about tonight.”

  “Tonight?” I question, scrunching my brow.

  “Yes, but judging by the look on your face, it’s safe to assume you forgot we made plans to go out to dinner.”

  “We did?”

  She nods.

  Shit, I need to start writing this stuff down.

  “It’s fine. I was coming here to tell you I can’t make it, anyway.” I exhale prematurely. “Mr. Gail insisted I accompany him to have drinks with some potential clients.”

  I scoff, shaking my head in disgust. “That guy needs to give up. People can smell his desperation a mile away.”

  “I wouldn’t be too sure,” she ambiguously counters. “He’s meeting up with Mr. Yeong’s people. The phone conference he had with Mr. Yeong this week went really well.”

  “What?” I bark, almost falling from my perch.

  She nods, confirming my worst fears. “Mr. Yeong can’t get to New York until next month, so he’s sending his colleagues to talk shop.”

  “That double crossing motherfucker,” I mumble, running a hand through my hair.

  This cannot be happening. I thought Mr. Yeong and I were good, but apparently patience isn’t a strong point. If I can’t deliver what he wants, then Gail may have a shot.

  Examining Keira closely, I tilt my head to the side. “You do realize by telling me this you could get fired.”

  “I know,” she confidently replies. Closing the distance between us, she runs her fingers up and down the length of my tie. “But I thought you should know. You’re not worried, are you? I mean, you were pretty confident this was in the bag, thanks to the little secret you’re guarding.” I pull back, impressed.

  Keira isn’t as naïve as she plays herself to be. She knows I’ve got something over Mr. Yeong, but now that something means jackshit if I don’t find that fucking pocket watch. “Sweetness, I’m not worried. I was just fantasizing about Gail living in a carboard box under the Brooklyn Bridge when I seal this deal before he has a chance to say ni hao to Mr. Yeong’s people.”

  She purses her red lips. “I guess I’ll see you tonight then?”

  “Abso-fucking-lutely.”

  “I’ll text you the details,” she counters, her fingers still stroking my tie very suggestively.

  She just did me a solid, so I don’t make a fuss. “Thank you. I owe you a drink.”

  A low hum escapes her as she draws me toward her with my tie. “You owe me a lot more than that.”

  She’s right, but when I hear a bang and a jumble of curses blast from behind me, I know it’s time to say goodbye. Gently retrieving my tie, I smile. “Put it on my tab.” I don’t wait for her to reply, but instead back up into my office and close the door in her unimpressed face.

  Taking a moment, I press my forehead to the woodgrain and groan. “What’s the matter? Sad she didn’t offer to give you a blowjob as well?” Mary doesn’t hide her contempt.

  “If things go south tonight, the only blowjobs being given will be by me. I’m screwed.” I sound like a complete drama queen, but if Gail snags this deal out from under me, then I may as well set up a craigslist profile now.

  “What’s wrong?”

  Turning my cheek, I see that Mary stands beside me, arching a brow. Could it be she’s worried about me? Wishful thinking can eat a dick. “What’s wrong is that Mr. Yeong is my client, and he all but promised me his allegiance, but there’s a catch.” She waits for me to elaborate, and without a second thought, I do. “If I can find Babe Ruth’s 1923 World Series Pocket Watch, then we have a deal. The problem is, this watch is rarer than a unicorn shitting bricks.”

  “Surely it can’t be that hard to find?”

  Pushing off the door, I interlace my hands behind my neck and begin pacing the room. “I have my P.I. and Dix on the case. So far, nada. I thought Mr. Yeong was a good guy, but obviously I was wrong. Isn’t there any loyalty left these days?” I think aloud, still pacing.

  “Goldilocks seems to know the first thing about loyalty to you. Too bad she just threw her boss under the bus,” Mary retorts.

  “Oh, screw Gail. He’s only here because his mom was feeling generous and didn’t swallow. Keira just saved my ass.”

  Those words, no matter how true they may be, have Mary’s hands furling into tight fists. “Well, that’s probably because you fucked her ass.”

  “I didn’t fuck anyone’s ass,” I coolly reply, coming to a standstill. “Keira is a virgin.”

  Mary’s eyes widen to the size of disbelieving saucers. “I highly doubt that. If she sat on a barstool, she’d slide down it.”

  She’s so adorable when riled up. “Call it what you will, but she didn’t have to tell me. Now the question is, what am I supposed to do about it?” On cue, my cell chirps.

  It’s sitting on top of my filing cabinet, seeing as I no longer have a desk because Mary did eventually use it as firewood. She reaches for it and curls her lip. “She must have you on speed dial. Seven p.m. The Pink Box. How appropriate.” She rolls her eyes and tosses me the phone.

  “Where are you going?” I ask as she begins stuffing her notepad and measuring t
ape into her backpack.

  “I need to get ready. I’m going out tonight.”

  “Oh?” I wait for her to throw me a fucking bone, but all she does is leave me with more questions than answers.

  “Good luck, but I’m sure superhero, The Untouched Virgin, will swoop on in and save the day.”

  “Mary, wait!” I lunge for her as she brushes past me, intent on leaving me without an explanation why. She peers down at where we connect, but doesn’t shrug me off.

  “Maybe if you finish early enough, you could swing by?” I know how desperate that sounds, but I think I already miss her, and I’m not even horny.

  She seems surprised I would ask her, and I guess I am too, considering she made it clear she was only interested in a no strings attached deal. “I, um, maybe.” She shakes her head, quickly backtracking. “I don’t think so, though. Besides, three’s a crowd.”

  I know she’s referring to Keira, but she doesn’t even come into this equation. If I had my way, I’d be spending the night with Mary, devouring every single inch of her, but looks like we’re not on the same page. I then have another thought. Maybe her plus one and me make three. “Okay, cool. Have fun then.”

  She appears hurt I didn’t fight harder, but I don’t want to come across as a pushy jerk. “You too.” With utter regret, I let her go and turn my back, because if I look at her a second longer, I just might shed a tear.

  She’s lingering, and just when I think she’s changed her mind, the door shuts, cementing the fact that tonight can eat a giant dick and blow me.

  I’m on my third scotch and I’ve only been here for fifteen minutes. “Leave the bottle.” The bartender doesn’t argue, as I’ve just given her the night off.

  Skimming my finger around the rim of my glass, I can’t shake this heavy feeling in the pit of my stomach. I could pretend it’s got to do with Gail—the slimy grease ball, but I know it has nothing to do with him and everything to do with Mary.