“You’d leave your sister and niece behind?” I ask, pissed off and biting my fucking tongue to keep from asking her how she could leave me behind.
“No, but I’ll get to your club on my own.”
That does it.
“So it’s me you’d leave behind. The fucking man who put everything on the line for you. The man who’s dick is good enough to use, but nothing else.”
“Don’t do that! You don’t get to do that. You don’t have the right.”
I push the button to stop the elevator. I grab her hand and hold it over her head, which lifts her other one, since it’s still cuffed to mine, and I push into her tightly so she’s trapped by me and the wall, unable to move.
“What don’t I have the right to do, Katie? Tell me. Shouldn’t I be upset because the woman I love is running from me and trying to push me away?”
“You don’t get the right to act like I’m the one hurting you! I never promised you anything more than I gave you. I never used what we had together against you!”
“That’s right, sweetness. You never promised me anything more than your pussy, right? That’s all you ever invested. How can you use anything against me? I mean, all I was to you was a real life vibrator.”
“You’re overselling yourself,” she hurls back. “My vibrator is better.”
“We’ll just see about that.” My hand goes to her pants to undo them.
“What? What are you doing??” she shrieks.
“Giving you one last time to compare the two,” I snarl back, pushing her clothes down over her hips.
“I am not making love to you!”
“Making love has nothing to do with what I am going to do to you.”
“You’re crazy! If you do this, it’s rape!”
“And you’re full of shit,” I tell her, undoing my pants.
“I’m serious! Don’t do this, Torch!”
“Stop calling me Torch!”
“It’s your name! Stop it! Oh my God!” she hisses, trying to run away from me when I push my fingers through the lips of her pussy. Hot, wet heat gathers on my hand immediately. She’s fucking drenched and I’ve done nothing.
“You might be saying no, but your body sure as fuck isn’t,” I tell her, my voice firm but quiet. “You’re so wet, it’s painted on the inside of your thighs.”
“The bellboy we met in the hall was hot. It’s all for him.”
“Well, since he’s not here, I’ll just take it,” I tell her, and for some reason, I’m smiling. Maybe it’s because I thrust my fingers into her at that exact moment and my lips swallow the gasp that leaves her lips.
Hunter’s fingers thrust into me at the same moment he takes my mouth. His tongue wraps around mine and I try not to kiss him. I truly do. But, he’s right. I do want him. I’ve wanted him from the first moment I saw him at the bar. I may always want him. I think my fate has been sealed.
He says he never means to turn me and Beth over to Colin, and I even believe that. Maybe I’m a fool. Maybe I’m completely and utterly fooling myself, but I believe him. So, maybe that’s why I kiss him back. Maybe I just need his lips on mine and his tongue in my mouth. Who knows?
All I know is that with one touch, he sets me off. I pull on my hands, wanting them loose so I can touch him. He doesn’t let me, though. If anything, his hold tightens. He breaks away from my mouth, and I’m panting when he looks at me.
“Give me the words, Katie.”
“I hate you,” I tell him, even though I don’t, even though I’m pretty fucking sure I’m utterly and completely in love with him.
His fingers still inside of me, I tighten my muscles on them, nudging him with my hips to try and get more. I squirm, twisting and trying to get him to move. Nothing works.
“The words, sweetness, or this is all you get.”
“You’re an asshole.”
“I know.”
His easy acceptance trips me up. I wasn’t expecting it.
“You hurt me.”
“I know that too, Katie, and I’m so fucking sorry.”
Something else I wasn’t expecting from him. It annoys me that he’s being this way. I don’t want it. It would be easy to walk away from him if he remained an ass and all of this just boiled down to sex. With that, I might be able to forget what we shared the night before I left. The night before his words… destroyed me.
“Are we going to have a heart-to-heart with your fingers inside me?”
“If that’s what it takes,” he mutters.
“I’d rather you fuck me.”
“That’s going to happen too, eventually.”
“You let Skull hear things I told you. Just you. You betrayed me.”
“I was just trying to reach Skull, sweetness. I thought, if he could hear the reasons behind Beth’s choices, then… Fuck! I don’t know what I was thinking. I was trying to help. I needed for Skull and Beth to be okay, because—”
“Because?” I prompt, knowing that what he says matters. What happens between us hinges on what happens here in this elevator.
“I’m not giving you up, Katie. I’m not letting you go. If I have to keep you chained to me for the next twenty years, that’s exactly what I’ll do.”
“What does that have to do with Skull and Beth? We aren’t them!”
“Exactly! You would give the world hell and face anything head-on with me. Beth didn’t do that. That’s on her. Her choices destroyed Skull, and the shit he’s pulling, that’s on him! They’re tearing each other apart and I wanted to try and fix it because I knew!”
“Knew what?” I ask, softer this time.
I’m confused and wondering how in the hell we are having this conversation with his fingers still inside of me and my pants down around my knees.
“I knew you would choose her,” he finally answers. “I wanted to try and fix it so I could still be part of your plan. I knew you’d be just like Beth. You’d choose her over me. Hell, I gave you my all that night in the hotel and you still wouldn’t tell me you loved me. You still wouldn’t hold onto me. You ran. Maybe I’m wrong,” he says, taking his hands away.
My body instantly misses his fingers, but I try to concentrate on his words. I need to hear them.
“Maybe we are just like them,” he goes on, “because you ran, just like her…”
He drops his hands, letting go of my free one. He unlatches the handcuffs, then stuffs them in his back pocket. I stare at him a minute, rubbing my wrist. Then I look at him, really look at him. My cocky biker with the horrible t-shirts and the easy smile. The eyes with wicked promises glowing in their depths. All of that is gone and, in its place, is just a man. A man who, even though his brother has what he wanted, is still trying to be with me. A man who claims he loves me, even when his side has won. A man who claims to love me when he’s seen me at my weakest.
A man who… I love.
He reaches over to start the elevator back. Now is decision time. Do I keep running? Do I repeat the mistakes that my sister made?
My hand goes to the elevator and I stop it again.
“What are you doing?” he asks.
My hands go to his belt, undoing it and unlatching the button and zipper on his pants. I push them out of the way, thanking the stars my man is a free-baller.
“Claiming you,” I answer, my eyes watching his as I stroke his cock.
It might be my imagination but I thought I saw a tremor run through his body.
“Get off your knees, sweetness. You’ll hurt your leg.”
“Stop worrying. My leg is fine. I’m loving on my man.”
“Am I your man?” he asks.
I keep stroking him, but I angle my head under him so I can run my tongue over his balls and suck on them, toying with them. His balls are already hard and the heated skin sends waves of need through my body. “Katie?” he asks, his voice quiet and full of desire, of need, of something else… something more tangible.
I release him from my mouth with a pop, then use my ha
nd to rub his balls one last time before I lick my way up his cock. My eyes are on his the entire time. When I reach the head of his cock, I slide my tongue around it, gathering his pre-cum.
“Katie,” he prompts.
“The only one I’ll ever want. I’m not running, Hunter. Not anymore.”
I slide my mouth over him, taking him inside. I keep going until my lips meet my hand, which circles the base of his dick. I use my tongue to love on his dick as I take him all the way in, licking the large vein that seems to be pulsing. Slowly, I move back up, releasing his cock from my mouth. Even more pre-cum slides from his head and leaks down on my hand as I move up and down the hard length of his shaft.
“Sweetness…”
I move my tongue back down, using his pre-cum and my mouth to make his dick shine, coating it. I look up at Hunter. He’s watching everything I do. His hands are in my hair, but he’s not demanding; he’s letting me play.
I suck him all the way back in my mouth, making his huge cock disappear and hollowing out my cheeks. I repeat this and use my hand to stroke as I go back and forth, working in unison. His cock is so wet now, strands of pre-cum stringing from the head of his cock to my lips. I watch his face as my tongue gathers them into my mouth, all while my hand keeps stroking him.
“You taste so good, Hunter.”
“Jesus, sweetness…”
I use my lips to kiss his head, my tongue sliding between them to curve into the small opening and demanding more of his pre-cum. I tighten my hand on him and continue to stroke. His hand tightens in my hair, silently demanding more. I don’t give into the urge to give him what he wants. Instead, I flatten out my tongue and use his hard cock to paddle it, slapping the dick so it spanks my tongue. His heavy cock bounces back and forth, pre-cum splattering on my lips and the side of my face.
“Mmm…” I moan around him as I take the head and suck in more of his taste. His body quakes as the vibration of my voice hums against his dick.
“Jesus. Fuck!” Hunter growls. His head goes back against the wall of the elevator. “Seeing my cum on you… It’s a fucking dream come true, sweetness. You’re mine. Tell me you know that,” he all but moans out.
My other hand pets his balls and I can feel the way they’ve tightened even more. I know he’s close. His words serve as inspiration. I move my hands to his cock. It takes both of them to completely engulf them. Just acknowledging that makes my pussy tremor.
That’s for later, though. Right now, it’s all about Hunter.
I keep the head of his cock on my tongue as I use both hands to continue stroking him, holding him tight. My hands slide up and down his shaft easily, it’s so slick. His head pulses against my tongue. I get faster with my strokes, loving the way he’s giving me his pre-cum, a little at a time, but I know what’s coming. I know even before he growls out my name. Mine. He’s proud it’s me. He wants me. After a lifetime of feeling like I don’t measure up, that settles in my heart, and it fucking blasts away the damage all of the negative has done.
“I’m coming, sweetness. Oh, fuck, I’m going to—”
His words hit me almost at the same time his cum starts pouring into my mouth. Stream after stream is ejected from his cock, splashing on my tongue, along the side of my face, and down my chin. I can even feel it running down my neck. He groans as his eyes shut. The way his body quakes, combined with the way his hand slides against my hair caressing it, is my reward.
When it’s over, I go back to licking his semi-erect cock, cleaning it up, then kissing it with soft, barely-there touches from my lips as he recovers. It takes him a few minutes, but he reaches down and pulls me up. I resist to put one last kiss on his cock. He half-buttons his pants, leaving the zipper and belt undone. Then he pulls my clothes back up over my hips, leaving them undone.
“You’re never leaving me, Katie. We’re together no matter what or who tries to come between us. Say it.”
“I’m right here, unless you do something to fuck it up,” I tell him instead.
He looks at me, then rips his shirt off his head, using it to clean off my face and neck gently. “What am I going to do with you, Katie? Always giving me shit.”
“It’s a gift, but if you’re going to keep me, you should get used to it,” I tell him as the elevator takes off. We didn’t hit the button, I guess it has an override.
“I guess I will,” he agrees, and he’s smiling. It’s a beautiful smile.
“I love you, Hunter,” I finally say, letting it out. “I’ve only said that to two other people in my life. Bethie, and my niece. But I love you. You’re right. I should have screamed at you, not ran. I’ll never do that to you again. I’ll fight to keep us. Does that work for you?”
The look of happiness in his face deepens. “I think that’s perfect, Katydid. Just perfect.”
“You look awful happy for a man whose woman just told him she was going to spend her life screaming at him,” I tell him, trying to joke my way around the swell of emotion I feel in my chest.
“That’s because I’m fucking ecstatic,” he admits. “Especially if all our shouting matches end like this one did.”
I don’t say a word. I let him gather me up in his arms and hold me close as the elevator door dings, signaling our arrival. I hold his discarded shirt against my stomach as we walk down the hall, ignoring the stares from the other guests who were waiting for the elevator. It doesn’t escape my notice that he cleaned me up with a shirt that declared him a pussy tamer. I kind of have to agree, as long as it’s my pussy.
I carry her to our room. She’s biting into the side of my neck, raking her teeth against my skin. We pass people in the hall that stare, but my little wildcat never misses a beat. I open the door and kick it shut with my foot behind us. I stand her up by the bed and hold her while she kicks off her shoes. Then, I pull her shirt up over her head and unlatch her bra. Next comes her pants and underwear. I bend down and pick up her panties, bringing them to my face and breathing them in. I look over to Katie while I’m still taking in the green lace that covers her.
“I want to yell at you for wearing these damn things, but I find myself dreaming of having them wrapped around my cock while I watch you make yourself come,” I tell her, the pink tint of her embarrassment heating up her face.
“I can’t believe you just smelled my panties,” she says.
I put them down on the nightstand with a grin. “Honey, if it was possible, I’d eat the damn things,” I tell her, picking her up and tossing her on the bed.
“Err… Einstein? The head of the bed is up there,” she says. The way I tossed her, her head is at the foot of the bed—which is exactly where I want her.
“True, sweetness,” I tell her, taking out the handcuffs from my back pocket. “But the headboard is just leather mounted on the wall. Now here at the foot is an honest-to-God post I can use to my advantage.”
“What are you doing?” she asks as I latch one of her wrists in the cuff. “I told you, I wasn’t going to run anymore.” I run the handcuff around the post, pulling her other hand up to attach it, then stand back to look at my handiwork. Her hands are secured above her head and there’s no way she’s going to get loose. The position causes her breasts to jut out, moving slightly with each jerk of her body. “Hunter?”
I hear the hint of arousal in her voice. “Sorry, sweetness. I was just admiring my new toy.”
“Toy?”
“Mmm. Yes, definitely. You see, Katie,” I tell her, starting to undress. Her eyes follow everything I do, and when she licks her lips, my cock jerks against my stomach. The fucker should be down for the count after the blowjob he got earlier, but that just got his engine started. Katie may kill me, but Jesus Christ on steroids, what a fucking way to go. “I plan on you being at my mercy all night long.”
“Hunter, I don’t—”
“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll make you like it,” I promise her, moving down to the other side of the bed and sitting at her feet. “Did you know that there is a h
uge debate about how many erogenous zones a woman has?”
“Oh, fuck.”
“I mean, there’s the normal, and those are great. We’ll get to those for sure. The head, the pussy, the breasts… but I think there are more. I think there are areas on every single part of you that will make you beg to come. What do you think, sweetness? Do you think I’m right?”
“Hunter, I…” Her voice breaks off as I pick up her foot and begin massaging the balls of her feet. I lick around her ankle and nibble on the back of her calf. Her body jerks in response and she gasps as I continuing massaging her feet, letting my fingers manipulate the muscles.
“What do you say, Katydid? Do you think the feet should be included as erogenous?”
She whimpers, but doesn’t reply. So, I move up. My tongue finds the back of her knee as I raise her leg up enough so I can slide under.
“I’ve always thought the knees were particularly sensitive,” I tell her, licking along the backside of her knee while my hands massage the leg gently because it’s the one that gives her so much trouble. I bite the side of her leg, moving up to her thighs. “Or maybe you’d rather I concentrate on your thighs? They are beautiful, and there’s so many places for me to bite, lick, and tease…”
“Hunter!” she growls as I bite the inside of her thigh. I can smell her sweet pussy, and from where I’m at, I can see the cream gathered on the lips. I turn so I’m looking up at her, just a breath away from her pussy.
I pull myself up to sit on my knees as I watch, putting her legs over my shoulders. “What is it, sweetness? Don’t you think the thighs are worth my time?”
“Please,” she whimpers her hips trying to thrust up off the bed. I grin, stroking my cock. I meant to take my time. Of course, I have all night, and she’s not moving, so…
“Maybe the most overlooked erogenous zone for you is your fucking cervix,” I growl, thrusting hard into her pussy and not stopping until my balls are pushed up against her. With her legs over my shoulders and her ass raised up, I’m scraping her walls and pushing up against her womb. She cries out, demanding I fuck her, and I can’t even think of denying her. I’ll have to play later. Instead, I pound the hell out of her pussy, fucking her harder than I ever have, and I don’t stop until I come deep inside of her while her body is still rocking from her own orgasm. I don’t leave her, then. I stay where I’m at. I want to stay here. I want my cum to stay here. I make a note to make sure she stops taking her birth control. I’ll bind her to me every fucking way I can. She’s never getting away.
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