by Pinki Parks
“What are you doing?” she barely could ask.
“Taking you to your bed so I can take you properly,” Hunter said tightly as he entered the shadowed bedroom. He sat her on the bed and grasped the hem of her t-shirt and pulled it off.
Her breasts, budded with tight nipples were bare, when Hunter dropped to his knee and tugged her shorts and soiled underwear off.
“Scoot up,” Hunter ordered in a dark voice.
Keisha tried to scramble up but apparently, she wasn't fast enough for Hunter who had taken on a dangerous air. He took her knees up and spread them and latched his teeth into the inner thigh.
"Ah!" Keisha cried out as her back arched and pleasure raced up her spine. Hunter then licked the bite before he reached his prize.
When the first lick to her wet mound registered in her mind Keisha was stunned to silence and it was only when it happened a second time she buried her hand into his hair and cried out with a lustful cry as he orally pleasured her.
His tongue was rough like a big cat’s as he lapped at her inner walls before he pushed his spear like tongue right into her. Her whole body was tight as Hunter sucked, lapped and licked at her begging sex till she was a shuddering mess.
Slowly he dragged the mobile muscle up from her dripping mound and dipped it into her belly button. He then lightly bit at the folds of her skin all the way to her abdomen and then took her left breast in his mouth.
The heat of that enclosure over her tender nipple made shudders run through Keisha’s body and she closed her legs over his still half-clothed body. While sucking her breast Hunter pushed her left leg over his shoulder and sank his fingers back inside her. She couldn’t help moaning at his motions pumping her wet canal in a cruel parody of what a certain part of his anatomy she wanted to be doing to her.
Loosening her hands from his hair Keisha reached down and tugged the waist of his pants down. She then felt the warm arch of his member against her inner thigh. Why did it not surprise her that Hunter was going commando?
She tangled her hands in his hair and arched her spine, "I want you leaking down my throat. I want to taste you."
Hunter stilled for a moment then his mouth broke free and a dark laugh was on her skin before he nipped at her collarbone, “In time, but now I want to be inside you. You’re so tight; I want to you to close around me and milk me dry.”
That she couldn’t disagree with as everything inside was begging for him to be deep inside her. A bit delirious she panted, “Do you h-”
“I’m a boy scout Keisha,” Hunter grinned wolfishly while standing and shucking off the rest of his pants off, “I’m always prepared.”
From a pocket, he pulled out a few foil packets and threw them on the bed. He then smacked Keisha's leg, "Turn over."
Obediently, she turned over on her belly and felt Hunter place a pillow under her belly and she felt the bed dip with his weight. In a moment his warm skin was pressed against her backside and inner leg and then she really felt the size of his cock.
Her legs were pulled further apart and Hunter bent over her. His arms were on both sides of her as his mouth started to trace down her spine. The trail of his tongue down her spine only heightened her anticipation and when he stopped at the apex of her butt, his lips lifted.
The sound of foil tearing resounded in her ears like a music to her ears and then she felt the dome of his length pushing inside. Slowly and thickly he breached the wet passage and with every inch, Keisha felt herself expand to fit him.
God, he was thick…and she loved every thick, pulsing inch of it.
When his thighs met her backside, Keisha fell face on the bed and shuddered with the fullness so deep inside her. He had bottomed out and god damn it, it felt mind-blowing. Hunter pulled out an inch and Keisha bit into her inner arm in delicious despair.
"Please," she half begged with a ragged voice, "Do it, I can take it. I need you to."
“Never doubted you could,” Hunter said in a tone that wasn’t any less rugged than hers.
And then he started to move and the delicious burn of their connection was starting to consume them. Hunter’s slow deep and smooth thrusts had Keisha’s body quivering. Her hips lifted to meet Hunter’s thrusts with her wall tightening with every thrust to hear the prize of his deep guttural groans.
Sweat was starting to build on her skin as a moaning Keisha rolled her waist trying to get more of him inside her. But no matter how she tried to wordlessly egg him on, Hunter seemed determined to drag it out; he was bent on savoring the tightness and heat surrounding him.
The thickness inside her was making her mind spin, it might be her addled brain but she swore she felt his cock swell with every push inside her.
But then something shifted, he pressed against some place in her and a half shuddering scream erupted from her mouth. And then neither could go slowly anymore. Hunter’s hand held a death grip on her hips as he thrust sharply into her.
She was on her hands and knees now with her head up and mouth open as the hard sex continued. It felt like an iron rod was slamming inside her and her belly was so tight that her channel held was a constant vice clench around Hunter battering dick.
Her breasts were moving with his motion until Hunter pulled out grabbed her and spun her on his lap. Keisha got the message and sank down on him and then started to rock.
It was so deeper this way, and Hunter latched his mouth on her breast as she rode him counterpoint to his deep thrusts. With her head back and her lungs fighting for air Keisha clenched around him so hard she heard him hiss.
Falling forward she buried her face in his collarbone, lifting and sinking on the stiff rod within her. She was begging, babbling and rolling her body with Hunter’s sharp staccato thrusts while her blunt nails sank into his lower back.
The tiny hairs on his belly made a friction between her skin and his and that only made her lust fiercer. His thighs under her were so strong to hold her furiously riding body and his cock had stretched her to the max.
Everything in her built and built with white-hot pleasure blinding her until it erupted behind her eyes. Her body went into rigor and then she, with a scream, was coming and coming hard. Dimly, she felt Hunter stiffen and heard his low shout of release even as he thrust her through her orgasm.
Eyes closed tight, Keisha sat there on his lap with his half hard member still inside her, trying to work through the shivers and shudders wracking her body.
Never in her life had she felt that kind of volcanic eruption of lust, heat, and pleasure that had just assaulted her body. Tears were threatening to fall behind her eyes but she fought them back.
She didn’t want to move as her walls were still clenching around him and he felt so good inside her.
It was a soft stroke to her neck that made her open her eyes and the look in his eyes clearly told her that he wanted to get rid of the used latex. She then pressed her lips to the side of his neck in substitution for something she couldn't say.
Slowly, she let go of him and with his help eased off his member. The tip was so full of semen that it was dripping down the side.
Hazily, her eyes met his; they were a shade of dark and satisfied forest green. Their eyes met for a long while before Hunter rested his forehead on hers. By mutual understanding, they separated and while Hunter went to the bathroom to dispose of the used condom while Keisha grabbed the covers and bunched them to her chin.
The residual trembles from that earth-shaking round of copulation were still under her skin.
What had just happened? And more importantly, what was going to happen? Was Hunter going to go cold on her as just a means to their mutual end or was he going to come back and propose some kind of arrangement? It was plain that they wanted each other but could she really go on with a ‘booty call’ relationship?
“My head is hurting from all that deep thinking you’re doing.” Hunter’s amused voice came from her left.
Keisha looked up
at him and her wordless look was enough for him to understand. Hunter tugged the sheets up and slid in, “It’s too late for going all Archimedes on me, we’ll figure it out in the cold rays of sunlight, so shut that brain off and let get some rest.”
Surprised at both his words and actions Keisha simply nodded and rested her head on his chest and surprisingly found her voice. “O-okay.”
*****
It was about five thirty in the morning when Hunter instinctively reached over and checked his phone. The ex-Marine, careful to not disturb the woman resting on his chest, reached to the bedside table and swiped the device open only to see three missed calls; they were all from last night.
There was message to and from its timestamp had come in just after the calls and when he read it a cold pit formed in his stomach. It was from a technocrat in the cybercrimes department and it read, ‘The PC seized from the house in University City, 34 Ogden Rd, and Nash is registered to Keisha Al-Habar.’
Hunter twisted his head to take a good look at the beauty resting on his chest, sleeping with a peaceful and angelic air to her. Could that be a front for the devil residing underneath?
Once again Hunter felt his doubts about her innocence return, just doubled in strength this time.
Chapter 8
Warmth; real comforting warmth, paired with the lingering satisfaction that usually stayed after a bout of intense sex was like a wrapped blanket around the young woman.
Keisha slowly swam back to reality even though the majority of her faculties wanted her to stay in that fuzzy realm between sleep and wake. Eventually, though, she came to with the feel of smooth skin over solid muscle under the side of her face.
With her eyes closed, she remembered all of last night; well, earlier the morning actually. Hunter had pushed her up against her kitchen wall and went on to give her one of the most seductive and lustful encounters she had ever experienced.
A vivid memory of him sucking her wetness off his fingers almost made her shudder. What had come after that had been one of the most world rocking experiences of her life. With every touch, breath and look Hunter had pushed her to the edge of sanity and she had ascended into a higher dimension of pleasure.
His mouth had been a furnace on her skin and on her wet flesh. Using his mouth Hunter had seared pleasure into every part of her being by kissing every part of her body… except for her mouth. And that had troubled her for a moment; why hadn't he kissed her?
She knew that kissing was more than an intimate gesture; it bared one soul to the other and if it wasn’t done right it would quench the fire of desire faster than a flash flood.
But mere desire didn’t even come close to the fire between them, his hunger for her has evolved desire into something or higher incarnation. The still dull throbbing marks on her inner thigh from his teeth were a testament to Hunter’s hunger.
“You know… playing possum isn’t going to work with me,” A deep voice said from just above her head.
Hunter’s words had been said genially but his tone was…empty. Keisha shifted and blinked her eyes open. She stayed still as one of her fantasies was now a reality, she was resting on his softly rising chest and feeling the rhythmic and steady beats of his heart.
She looked up to meet his hooded green eyes and pressed her hand to his chest. "Good morning… I assume.”
Hunter’s expression was a bit distant but his mouth quirked into a small smirk, “It is actually.”
Her eyes flitted to half-mast, “Did last night really happen or was I dreaming?”
In answer Hunter took her hand resting on his chest and slid it down his ripped belly to close her fingers around his quiescent member, “Does that answer your question?”
While her hand circled him, she stretched her neck up to kiss him but was rewarded by Hunter turning his face away. That small move felt like a truckload of ice was dumped on her.
Hurt, she pulled her hand away, “What’s that for… why won’t you kiss me?”
Hunter met her eyes, “It’s not you Keisha; I just don’t kiss. It’s something I gave up years ago.”
Now that was a bit puzzling and she felt curious enough to ask, “Why?”
The body beside her shifted and she compensated by pulling back as Hunter swung his legs over the side of the bed. She sat away with the sheets to her chest while facing his back as he reached for on his pants. “It’s nothing major Keisha. You don’t need to concern yourself with it. I just don’t feel the necessity of kissing… anymore.”
A dozen arguments flew up in Keisha's mind but she knew better than to push. She knew how to read body language and his practically screamed ‘leave it alone’, so she dropped it like a hot iron.
Then, two of things that she dreaded which came after a night like one before happened; stifled silence and anxiety. She sat there in the dimness of the room biting her lip as her mind spun. Something needed to be said but what? What could she say to remove the tension that had just stifled the air?
“Again, you’re thinking too hard,” Hunter said evenly while standing up to secure his pants. “We’re two adults Keisha and we want each other; it’s not rocket science.”
A small twinge of hope at the fact that he had said ‘want’; present tense, not past but still a small spark of irritation was in her chest, “How can I not? Right now, I feel like I’ve pissed you off of disappointed you or something.”
At that Hunter turned around to face her and then cup her cheek and ran his thumb over her bottom lip and then to her chin. Their eyes met and held and so did Keisha’s breath.
“You haven’t for either one.” Hunter said evenly, “Last night just proved that we can fully satisfy each other because usually, I'd have enough energy to go on a second and third round. You actually drained me last night.”
“Then why are you going?” she asked lowly tightening the sheet to her bosom, “You can stay, you know.”
A lock of his hair flipped over his eyes and Keisha caught a certain look which she couldn't decipher, "I know, I just got to run to the station and take care of some things.”
His tone was level and she sensed his honestly but his words were very vague and she had a feeling that those things he had to take care of pertained to her. The motion of his finger on her chin was a bit soothing and her emotions settled a bit.
“You’ll come back tonight, right?” she asked tentatively.
And that in itself, asking that question, was a scary and foreign feeling for her. The trembling hope behind those words wasn't transmitted through her voice but she felt it in the middle of her chest.
Hunter paused for a moment before he nodded, “I’ll be back tonight. I’ve left my personal number and home address on a pad on the coffee table so can call me or come to me directly in case you can't get to me through the station.”
The tense bubble in the middle of her gut seemed to deflate and she took the steady assurance in his voice and look as a promise.
“Okay…” she managed a smile, “…I’ll see you later then.”
With a return smile, Hunter left her room, most likely to the unused room she had given him. She sat there for a moment before she fell back on the sheets and closed her eyes.
Never in her life had she felt that needy before, and it scared her.
Why had she asked Hunter that question with that crippling level of anxiety in her chest? What would have happened if Hunter had refused her and told her he wasn’t coming back?
She was so glad that Hunter hadn’t acted like she was just an outlet for their lust and nothing else. If he had she knew she would have been devastated.
It felt a little pathetic that she was now hanging on his promise to come back. This feeling running through her was nothing less than troubling; what was it about Hunter that made her feel these riotous levels of anxiety, hope, lustful and fear?
It was like something about this man dug past all the barriers she had put up around her heart and du
g her raw emotions up for air. She hadn’t felt this much on since way back when while she had been trapped in Etienne’s web.
She sat up on the bed and ruffled her hair for a moment, then wrinkled her nose at the stale smell of sex and sweat on the sheets. Stepping off the bed she grabbed her discarded shirt and shorts and pulled them on.
Systematically, she stripped the bed and put the soiled sheets in a hamper destined for the Laundromat and then placed new sheets on the bed. She was just fluffing the pillows when Hunter stepped back inside the room.
His hair looked freshly washed and his clothes fitted on him fitted a bit too close for comfort; he was clad in a pair of beautifully molded dark blue jeans and a long sleeve white Henley and his shades were on too.
“I’m going now,” He said lowly, “And for God’s sake, don’t let your mind run ahead of you.”
Keisha stopped her motions and after a moment dropped the pillow, “…Yeah…um, let me walk you out.”
At the doorway, she leaned on the door-jam just like before and smiled, "See you later."
Hunter reached out and cupped her chin once more as his thumb traced her cheekbone then he flashed her a tight smile, nodded and without a word left.
Keisha held out till he disappeared around the corner and the closed the door after him. Slowly, she slipped down the length of the wooden partition and drew her legs up to her chin.
The emotions bubbling in her chest were really troubling; the potent mix of anxiety, want and insecurity with him wasn’t right. She sat there for a moment with her eyes closed; trying to remove these emotions but a part of her knew that this feeling wasn’t going to go anywhere soon.
She slowly pushed off from the ground and made her way to her bathroom. She knew that even washing the smell of Hunter from her skin, it wouldn't remove his touch that was seared into her brain.
*****
Hunter strode into the lobby of the PD and immediately gravitated to the Cyber Crimes department.
