“But I’m still wearing my heels,” she protests.
“That’s the whole point, sweetie.” I grin. Once her legs are hiked over my shoulders and she’s fully opened to whatever my mouth wants from her, I slide a finger excruciatingly slowly inside her pussy, taking her wetness and spreading it all over. Her little whimpers are like rocket fuel to my cock. “Your sweet little pussy is mine for the rest of this evening.” I pull my fingers out and stick them into my mouth, licking away her sweetness.
“Fuck,” she whimpers.
“You taste as good as I knew you would.”
Staring down at me, she shivers helplessly. Her legs jerk as she tries to close them around my head in an effort to taper my hunger. Silly kitten, that only turns me on more. I run my hands down her legs, massaging the underside of her thighs. When I stroke her pussy again, her body convulses with force. Good. Leaning forward, I nibble on her stomach, my breath warm against her silky skin. When my fingers barely caress her clit, she grunts in a low voice. “Oh, my fucking Lord.”
I raise my head to better appreciate what I’m doing to her. “Mm-hmm,” I grunt, satisfied.
“Hunter, please,” she whispers.
“That good, huh?”
“Yes,” she hisses. I love the fact that she wants this so badly she’s aching for it. My hands curl around her thighs and I dip my head between her legs. I stick my tongue out and slide right into her warmth. She screams out in surprise and gasps. “You’re killing me.” Oh, yeah, baby. She pulls at my hair for salvation, but I ignore her pleas and I push in my tongue even deeper. I tease her until she’s squirming and when I feel her impatience mounting, my tongue teasingly flickers over her clit. I move around and around in circular motions and I grunt inwardly when her breath hitches. She arches her hips and presses her pussy against my mouth, forcing me to give her more. I slide a finger into her and she moans. “Ah, ah, ah.” Goddammit, she’s so sensitive. I slide a second finger and pump into her hard. She pants in little hard breaths. “This is insane,” she sobs. Unwilling to slow down, I close my mouth over her clit and I suck hard even as I plunge my fingers in and out of her as if I’m fucking her with my cock. “Oh,” she groans, trying to escape, to move away from my firm grip, but I won’t let her… not until she comes.
Miranda huffs out a ragged breath, as if she can’t decide if she wants to deny herself and me this pleasure or not, but still she rocks her hips back and forth against my tongue. I look up at her, but her eyes are closed as she succumbs to unrestrained ecstasy.
I unwrap my lips from her clit, ready to push her ever further out of her comfort zone. “Open your eyes,” I command. She blinks, confused, and struggles to focus her gaze on mine. “I want you looking at me when you climax all over my mouth and fingers.”
“Hunter, if you keep talking like that, I’m going to come undone. It’s like I’m floating in a haze of hedonistic pleasure.”
“Is there any other way to come?”
“But—”
“Eyes on me. Do you understand?” I command.
She hesitates at first, but as her body starts to quiver she doesn’t look away. This moment where we’re both staring at each other as I lick her clit ravenously and finger-fuck her harder and harder is so fucking intense. She’s close.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Miranda
Hunter is doing things to me no other man has done before. Of course guys have poked their fingers in and out of my pussy, but half the time, I’m bored out of my head and counting the minutes until they tire and pull out their cock to fuck me. My usual worries about what to touch, how to move and how to enjoy myself when I’m with a man… all these decisions have been taken away from me. Hunter has the ultimate say. I’m never able to relax enough to fully let go with a guy, but everything is so different with him. I don’t feel awkward. On the contrary, I feel empowered. Initially, I thought I wouldn’t be able to handle his dirty talking, but the truth is every single one of his raunchy words sends a surge straight to my clit. It’s as if they bring out this whole other woman in me—bolder, more daring and more willing.
Usually, I can’t wait for sex to be over and done with, but in this case, I want Hunter to take his sweet time. I love how he caresses my body until I’m begging for mercy. I need him to push me further and further. He’s eating my pussy in such a salacious way. It’s fucking heady. I scream out in the hopes of curtailing the electric spasms shooting through me like fireworks, but it’s in vain. I’m already too far gone.
“Oh, God.” I can’t believe how loud I am. I usually barely make a sound when I’m having sex, but I can’t control myself with Hunter. My insides convulse around his invading fingers and his voracious tongue. My hips jerk up uncontrollably. This sensation mounting like a heat wave is so new to me.
“Damn, baby, I know you’re close.” I’m surprised I can hear him over my wails echoing in the room. Shit. I hope no one else hears me taking pleasure like this.
“Argh.” My breath is quick and shallow. I’m too young to be having a heart attack. What’s happening to me? His fingers are punishing and his tongue is unforgiving. He’s not going to rest until I unravel.
“I’m so hard right now. You have no idea what you’re doing to me, sweetie. Come for me.” He presses my clit between his lips and sucks a few times.
Sweet mother of God. That’s it. I’m trembling all over. My hands dig into Hunter’s wide shoulders so tightly my fingers ache, but it’s the only way for me to ride this wave of ecstasy I’m on. “Hunter,” I scream out his name, clenching my pussy around his fingers. Oh, Jesus.
I’ve never had an orgasm before. I had no idea it was like this. I can’t quite pinpoint the sensation because I have no other points of reference. I’m unable to tell where it starts because I fear I lost my mind a long time ago. Heck, I can’t even tell you how long it lasts because I’m still freefalling. I’m trying my darnedest to be quiet, but I can’t. My cries slip out. With the level of noise I’m making, I wouldn’t be surprised if Phil, the bodyguard, came running here any second now. Fuck, fuck, fuck. This is so good. I can’t believe I’ve lived this long without experiencing such pure bliss. Hunter is a dream come true. He’s the first man to have pushed me over the edge like this. And I’d let him do it again.
I’m still panting hard, holding his head, while hoping my heart rate slows down to normal levels. He’s looking up at me with a telling smile. He’s perfectly aware of what state I’m in. I did exactly what he expected of me. I kept my eyes on him the whole time, but now, I’m extremely self-conscious about what just transpired between us and I look away.
His words clearly indicate that I’m not as subtle as I might have hoped. “You can’t go shy on me now.” When I don’t answer, he stands up. He’s now inches away from my face, his breath slowly evening out while mine still thunders. “Not after you were willing to let go of all of your inhibitions so beautifully.” His mouth slides over my shoulder, and he begins to slowly massage my thighs, my stomach and my boobs. “What’s going on through your pretty little mind right now?” His deep, seductive eyes crinkle when I look up at him, unable to speak. I mean, how can I? I’ve just had a freaking out-of-body experience. He smiles at my monk-like silence and slides two fingers inside my pussy. I whimper before biting down my lower lip. Shit. If he was looking for a reaction, he surely got one. With his gaze still firmly on mine, he pulls out his fingers from my pussy. He cocks his head to the side and slips both fingers into his mouth, licking away my juices. No fucking way. With a sly smile tugging from the side of his lips, he cups my cheek, sucks on my lower lip and draws it into his mouth. For the first time in my life, I taste myself and I’m shocked by how his dirty action arouses me. Holy hell. When Hunter releases me, his wicked grin speaks volumes. I’m pretty sure he senses this is all new to me. His gaze keeps me pinned against this sideboard as his knuckles rub against my aching breasts. Although he just made me come out of my flipping mind a few minutes ago, my body’s un
expected response to his touch surprises me. I lower my lids almost as if I’m praying and tilt my head back, struggling not to moan. When I reopen my eyes, I realize how transparent I am. The glint of laughter in his eyes is a dead giveaway. “It’s okay if it was a little intense.”
Finally I find my voice to speak… or at least I think I do. “You’re… Your mouth… You…” I’m annoyed with my inability to articulate my thoughts.
He chuckles. “You might want to try that again.”
I huff out a breath. “See? I can’t even speak anymore after this,” I babble.
“I made you come, baby. And from the look of it, you enjoyed it immensely.”
That’s an understatement. “Your voodoo tongue is dangerous and I swear, I’m going to have to start calling you Goldfinger because what you do with those should be illegal,” I say, waving at his hands. Did that really come out of my mouth? The words roll out before I’m able to process them and I’m immediately embarrassed by my brashness.
Hunter bursts out laughing so loudly, I’m certain the partygoers downstairs must hear him. He roars and howls for a few long seconds and eventually I join him. “That’s a first for me. Should I take it as a compliment?” he asks, barely recovering from his laughing fit.
“Abso-freaking-lutely.”
“Then I’m quite honored by the title. You’re delicious, Miranda. I’m simply responding to your passion.”
And then it hits me and I feel incredibly guilty. “What about you? I mean… You know…” I say, dropping my eyes to his crotch. It’s a bit ironic that I’d offer a guy a blowjob considering my less than stellar skills in that department.
He strokes my hair before sweeping a few strands behind my ear. “Sweetheart, this was all about you.”
“Oh,” I let out in a shaky voice. A sense of relief and gratitude wash over me. Both at the fact that I don’t have to get down on my knees and embarrass myself and secondly, by the fact he’d be willing to think of my needs before his.
“A real man takes care of the woman he’s with first,” he states.
God knows he’s done a superb job at it. “Thank you.” I really don’t know what else to say. This guy is going to ruin it for all the others.
“As for your offer, I intend on taking a rain check. It’s a good thing we already have plans to connect in a few days.” He chuckles.
What? He wants us to see each other again? Is he serious?
“Um, we’re still meeting Monday?” I ask, uncertain.
His lips curve flirtatiously. “Of course. I hope you haven’t had enough of me already.” Not in this lifetime. “Because I surely haven’t had enough of you, Miranda.”
“Well, given what happened between us. I thought…”
“I’ve wanted to kiss you since I dropped you off. I thought I was going to spend the weekend having wet dreams about you until Monday, but I’m happy we ran into each other. I want to see you more now than I did earlier today. I hope you feel the same way.”
I nod emphatically. “I’d love to see you again, Hunter.” My inner self squeals in delight. He still wants to see me. Yippee!
“Good. Not to mention you’re supposed to share the details of your eventful first day at your new job with me.”
I giggle. “I doubt what I do for a living is nearly as fascinating as what you do.”
“I think you’re selling yourself short. And for the record, not all aspects of my job are that exciting.” He winks.
“Then I’m definitely looking forward to telling you all about it.”
“Do you want to hang out up here a little longer or do you need to go find your friends?”
Huh? Shit. I totally forgot about Jess and Kevin. “God, Jessica must be looking for me,” I say, panicked.
“Let me help you up.”
Hunter slides his hands under my armpits and lifts me off the sideboard. The way he does it so effortlessly would lead you to believe that I weigh nothing more than a five-pound bag of grapefruit. “Thank you.”
“I’ll give you a hand getting dressed.” Hunter doesn’t wait for my answer. He helps me back into my bra before zipping me up. I smooth down the fabric of my dress, hoping I might be able to erase the telltale signs of this debauchery, but even I know I’m lying to myself and soon I’ll be lying to everyone at the party, including my best friend. I comb my fingers through my hair, but without a mirror, who knows what this crazy mass looks like. From what I recall, the bodyguard did mention before he turned on his heel that there are bathrooms at the either end of the hall, but at this point, I doubt anything I do will make a big difference.
“Allow me.” Once again Hunter seems to be able to foresee my needs before I even have to speak. He reaches out and smooths down my hair.
“You’re the best,” I rejoice.
“To be perfectly honest, I’ll grasp at any opportunity to run my fingers through your magnificent long hair.”
We both laugh.
“I’ll text my friend to find out where she’s at.”
“Take your time, I can wait.”
I face the window and turn my phone on. Jess has sent three text messages looking for me and the last one was five minutes ago. I quickly text her back to let her know I’m on my way.
“Jessica and Kevin are already waiting for me in the limo. I have to run.”
“I’m sorry to hear that, but you and I are definitely on for Monday.”
I nod with a coy smile on my face. I’m so pleased he still wants to see me. “Yes. We are.”
He takes a step closer to me and brings his hands up and cups my cheeks. “Thank you for a great night.” His words are so sweet they take me aback. What a contrast from the raunchy dirty-talking he was submitting me to a few minutes ago. “I really enjoyed my time with you,” he says, dropping a soft kiss against my nose.
“Um,” I start shyly. “I think I’m the one who should be thanking you.”
“You already did.” Yeah, but I should be doing it over and over again. He flashes me a huge, knowing grin. “Ready?” He extends his hand and I clutch it.
“I don’t know. I feel I look like a mess.”
“Not at all. You look like a woman who’s been properly taken care of.” He winks.
Damn. He’s right.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Hunter
Who the hell is calling at this hour?
I was enjoying another naughty dream where I’m gorging on Miranda when my phone wakes me up in the most unpleasant way. I do my best to ignore the annoying ring—too tired to even turn my phone off—hoping the person calling will take a hint. Unfortunately, whomever it is, they’re trying really hard to get to me because this is the third time they’ve called in a row. Obviously, the fact that it keeps going to my voicemail isn’t a deterrent. Still grumbling, I reach out to find out the identity of the person who dared to put an end to a really good thing. When my best friend’s number flashes on my screen, I take his call.
“Hey, Jake.” My voice is still groggy.
“Sounds like I’m waking you up.”
“Yeah, I’m still in bed. What time is it anyways?”
“It’s seven o’clock on a Monday morning, you lazy bum.”
“I still had another half hour to go.”
“Had you still been at the ranch, you’d already have a full day’s of work done by now.” He chuckles. “What the hell is happening to you, Hunter? Are you turning West Coast on me after only a week?”
I burst out laughing while still rubbing my eyes, coaxing myself to wake up. “It’s only normal that I conserve my energy, since my day will likely end well past yours.”
“Is that your discreet way of letting me know there’s a woman in your bed?”
“You’re wrong there, buddy. I’m alone.”
“Are you sick?”
“I’m not,” I answer, perplexed. “I don’t sound sick. It’s my morning voice.”
“Well, it must be the reason, because I’ve never known you t
o go to bed alone when you’re in LA. There are way too many tempting options.”
“There’s nothing wrong with taking a night off.”
“So are you telling me you haven’t been fucking your head off since Rex’s gala?”
“That’s exactly what I’m saying.”
“Bullshit. Were there no women attending the event?” His question is laced with sarcasm.
“Of course, you wiseass. We’re talking about Rex Harrington here. Some of the most gorgeous women in the city were there.”
“Exactly. So what gives?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Sometimes feigning ignorance with Jake is the best recourse.
“Are you lying to your best friend?”
“I’m not,” I quip.
“Are you telling me the Dennisons left that gala without a couple of women on each arm?”
“I’m not the Dennisons’ dating calendar keeper,” I answer, doing my best to sound ticked off.
“You’re skirting my question.”
I am, and I’m hoping you might take a hint. “You don’t have to be that persistent.”
“Obviously, you’re hiding something.”
Jake is worse than a dog with a bone. He just won’t let this go. “Listen, there was your predictable cocktail of tall, wafer-thin and model-like beauties. And most of them were blondes, of course. Rex wouldn’t have it any other way, but…”
“But what?”
“Nothing.”
“Really? All right then. How’s the weather today in LA?”
“Bastard. You know me too well.”
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