Asty nodded. “Yes. Come in.” But when she pulled on his hand, he wouldn’t budge.
“You need to let me in here.” Hunter put his hand on her chest above her breasts.
Asty gasped, looking up at him, completely mesmerized. He was serious. He knew all the things she did, he knew she was pregnant, and yet he was still chasing her.
She put her hand on his and squeezed it gently. “I want to.”
Hunter nodded and gave her a kiss. “Now, I finally feel invited.” He grabbed the cello, and she led him inside with her heart drumming like mad.
The house was so hot in contrast to the freezing weather outside that it was a relief to take off the coat and thick shoes, even if the change in temperature made her legs feel numb. She couldn’t believe Hunter was standing at the stairs in her house. Not a ghost. It was really him, and for once, she wouldn’t be talking to him in public or in some random places. Having him in her private space felt different and so much more intimate compared to the other places.
They walked into her room holding hands, and he brushed his fingers through her hair. Hunter put the cello on her desk and dropped a duffel bag next to the bed. “You’re wearing the earrings.”
Asty stilled and squeezed his hand. Of course, she wore them. She wanted to feel closer to him. “They’re pretty.”
Hunter sat down on her bed and pulled her into his lap. “What do you want to know about me? What do you feel is missing?”
Asty chewed on her lip and pushed back the black web-like fabric hanging around her bed. It was such a hard question if there were no leads in the first place. “How did you learn to play the cello?”
“When I was younger, I used to go to music school. A Catholic one as well. I learned to play, because I was told to, but then I was looking for inspiration when we got an assignment to play a piece of our choice, and I found Apocalyptica.” Hunter smiled and kissed her. “It blew me away, and I found a completely new passion for the instrument. From there, I got into all sorts of metal music. My parents told me it was ‘devil’s music,’ so I loved it even more. You see, even when I was younger, I wasn’t into the clean-cut girls, I wanted a girl who wasn’t afraid to ask questions, explore, and I won’t lie, piercings turn me on.”
“So ... you continued learning the cello to pick up goth chicks?” Asty snorted and combed his hair behind his ear, enjoying how smooth it was.
Hunter laughed. “I suppose. But I love it too. I grew my hair long, I already told you how I started questioning religion, and I just didn’t feel I fit in with my family. But after a big fight with my parents, I had to leave home. I could only think of one relative who would take me: my uncle, Ray’s father. But with him, everything was ass backwards, and it wasn’t easy to adjust, no matter how much I liked biker parties, pussy, and booze.” He took a deep breath and started playing with her fingers. “He kept pulling me out of school until it didn’t make sense to go back anymore. He’d hit me whenever I’d compare the new life to my old family. He’d pit Ray against me when we were young, so I had to learn to fight fast. When he found out I still played the cello, he smashed it to pieces.” Hunter took another deep breath. “On me.”
Asty cradled his face in her hands and glanced into his eyes as her heart broke for him. This was nothing like her mostly worriless childhood. If she experienced violence, it was never at the hands of those she trusted, never from family. “That’s so horrible. Why would they do that?”
Hunter stroked her back. “I think he was afraid of people who are different, which was ironically just like the other side of my family. He’d say playing the cello was ‘faggy,’ and that was that. So I hid away that part of me. Learned to play by his rules. He never let me finish high school, I was swept into the club very early, and that became my life. And don’t get me wrong, I’m not sulking. I don’t wish for another life now. Being with the Hogs gave me an outlet, a community other than my uncle and Ray.”
Asty hugged him and slowly entwined their fingers. Hunter’s fingers were so thick and hot in comparison to hers. “I also wanted to finish school, but I couldn’t stay there anymore, so I told everyone that I just want to focus on my business early on. You met Lilly. She was a bitch, but not nearly the biggest problem I had there. I kept being dress-coded, so I eventually tried to change something. You know, cover up more, but when the teachers stopped bugging me, the other students actually got worse.” She chewed on her lips, remembering all the situations where she was alone against a group of people and felt threatened by them. “It’s strange. When I looked more outrageous, some people simply didn’t approach me, or made stupid comments from afar. I could deal with that. But when I toned down, they started being really mean. I’d find bugs in my locker, then a few girls took my winter clothes, and I had to go back home in my gym outfit. Another time, some guys stopped me behind the school and tried to undress me to see if I had more piercings somewhere underneath.” Asty scowled just thinking about it. “I didn’t want to tell Dad what was happening. He’d threaten them and only get himself in trouble.”
Hunter hugged her close. “I’m so sorry. How about, we see how things go, and we could take evening classes together next year? After, you know, the baby.”
Asty swallowed her guilt. “I’m sorry I got you into this.”
“No, I won’t say ‘it’s fine.’ I’d rather have a choice, but maybe some things are meant to be.” Hunter nuzzled her jaw. “I wanted children in the future anyway.”
Asty kissed his forehead and slid her arms around his neck, cuddling up to his warm body. Maybe he’d really be a good father to Bell once she was gone? Maybe it was fate that he wanted to stay around. “I didn’t think you’d want to be with me once you found out.”
“I’ve never met a girl like you. And sure, you’re a bit fucked up”—he pinched her ass—“but I’m no saint either. I want to give this a shot.”
Asty smiled at him and put his hand under her T-shirt. “Maybe you could finally stay the night now that that’s settled.”
“You really are clairvoyant.” Hunter grinned and slid his hand up her back. “Priest’s not back ‘til tomorrow afternoon, right?”
Asty nodded and stretched under his touch, relaxing now that he was back with her. “He won’t know unless you stopped your ride in front of the house.”
Hunter snorted. “No way. I’ve got this place I use for parking down the street. My bike’s not exactly anonymous.”
“So ... how can I host you now that I finally invited you over?” Asty turned in his lap and put her knees on either side of his hips, facing him.
His still chilly fingers explored under her T-shirt and traveled all the way to her breasts, cupping them very gently, as Hunter groaned. “I have been thinking about something where I can be first …” He leaned back, taking her with him, but then turned them both around and ended up on top.
Asty yelped all giddy when Hunter’s long hair fell against her cheek. She pulled back his hood and tightened her thighs around his hips. Warmth was coursing through her body even though his clothes were still cool against her. Her pulse quickened, and she could even feel it in her lips. “I have an idea ...”
“Oh, do you now?” Hunter raised his eyebrows and delved in for a sloppy kiss that didn’t let her speak.
Asty nodded and locked her ankles over his hips, both excited and slightly anxious. She didn’t expect him to propose that so soon, but she’d been curious. She swirled both tips of her tongue over his, eliciting a groan that spoke of hunger.
“You want to fuck my ass,” she whispered, sliding her hands down his sides. It felt excitingly naughty to just say that out loud, and she knew she hit the jackpot by the cocky grin on his face.
“I said it before, and I’ll say it again. Clairvoyant.”
Asty chuckled and nuzzled his cheek, pulling him closer with her legs. She wasn’t sure what to expect, but Hunter always made her so comfortable she had no doubts she wanted to give it a try. Tonight. “So ... wil
l you?” she teased and lapped at the front of his lips.
“I will.” He looked into her eyes. “I will fuck your hot, tight ass.”
Asty whimpered as her pussy twitched in excitement. Just listening to him speaking in that tone made her horny. “That’s so hot.”
“Oh, babe. You haven’t seen hot yet.” Hunter gave her one more kiss before pulling up and unzipping his jacket. “Just watch.”
Asty grinned and touched his thigh, spreading her legs wider to see him better. “What is this? A private strip show?”
“Are you paying?” Hunter threw his jacket and scarf to the floor, quickly pulling off the hoodie as well as the gloves.
Asty wiggled her brows at him. “I think we already came up with the barter.”
“That’s not fair. You’re gonna love it. It’s not like you’ll lay down and think of Mount Rushmore.” Hunter went slower with pulling off his T-shirt. It really was a view to behold, not only for the sturdy muscle, but for all the tattoos as well. She looked at the big lettering under his collarbones, and she was sure that now she knew why he had inked the word “JUDAS.” She didn’t need to ask.
“You want to get me in the mood, don’t you? Drop those clothes,” she said, slowly sitting up. His body hypnotized her as it made those tiny movements necessary for undressing. She could hardly think of anything else other than having all that hard muscle over her and his cock inside her. Her cheeks felt even hotter than usual now that she knew they’d explore something new.
“Bossy? Might need a spanking,” he teased as he got off the bed and pushed his boots off. His jeans hung low on his hips, and she now wished he were closer so she could trail her fingers along his muscular stomach.
Asty gave him a long look and slowly rolled on her belly. With her T-shirt gathered at her hips, her ass was only covered by a tiny piece of lace underwear that showed off most of her buttocks.
“Fuck. You tease. Are you wet for me yet?” Hunter took the two steps to the bed and gave her ass a slap.
Asty yelped and cradled her pillow as the shock of the hit spread over her buttock. “I don’t know. Maybe I should check before we start?” she asked and laid her cheek on the pillow to look at him, slowly rolling the panties down, just beneath her ass.
Hunter inhaled loudly. “No. Let me.” He pulled her underwear even lower and slid his fingers between her slippery pussy lips. “Nice and slick.” He teased the tip of his finger into her opening.
Asty moaned and closed her thighs around his hand as her lower abdomen melted with excitement at the touch. “Yes ...”
“You’re such a sex kitten.” Hunter sighed and pulled away to suck on the fingers that had just touched her.
Asty mewled her disappointment and rolled to her back, stretching on the mattress, both relaxed and incredibly excited. She needed to lure him into bed, no matter how much she liked his naked body on display.
Hunter stilled with his fingers in his mouth. He popped them out. “What is that?” He pulled her T-shirt up, almost exposing her breasts, but he wasn’t even looking at them, instead focusing on the scars of the Astaroth seal on Asty’s belly.
She turned into stone, and her brain couldn’t work out an answer. How could she have forgotten? She had gotten too careless with them always fucking with their clothes on, quickly, where she never had to expose this part of her body. “It—it’s the seal of my protector,” she whispered in the end, hoping he wouldn’t hate it. He loved piercings and tattoos, why not scars?
“Did you cut yourself?” Hunter frowned and kneeled on the bed, running his fingers over her belly so gently, as if he were trying to touch a butterfly without hurting its wings.
Asty hesitated for a moment and finally nodded. It wasn’t the prettiest of scarifications out there, but it wasn’t that bad either. She tried not to make it ugly.
“Christ. Why?” Hunter searched her face.
“For protection ... so that the baby is healthy,” she uttered, suddenly unsure of what she was saying and wondering if the look of horror reflected on his face could strip away the truth behind her mother’s notes.
“Asty … I’m sure the baby will be fine. How could you do this to your beautiful skin? What will you do next? You suck off Ray for the ritual, you cut your body … Fuck.” He touched her belly more firmly as he grew confident that it wasn’t hurting her. It did tickle though.
“I thought you liked body art,” offered Asty somewhat weakly and pushed down the T-shirt, covering both the scars and his hand. Lightheaded, she looked away from him and bit her thumb.
Hunter held his hand over the scars. “I do. Don’t get me wrong. You’re just as beautiful with it as you are without it, but you’re doing this for the wrong reasons. I mean … do you actually believe this? Would you have done it if it wasn’t for the baby?”
Asty pressed her lips together. “Of course, I believe this. Why is this so hard to understand? I wasn’t bringing it to the world in the best circumstances ... that’s the least I could do.”
Hunter pulled his hand away with a scowl. “Does it still hurt?”
Asty shook her head. “No. It’s very shallow, and I’ve done it over a month ago.” Slowly, she brushed her fingers over his warm hand. “You won’t hurt me.”
Hunter pushed his hair back and got up. “Off with the T-shirt,” he said and unzipped his jeans.
Asty hesitated but eventually removed the T-shirt and pulled her underwear down the rest of the way. She sat up and watched Hunter’s boxer shorts emerge from underneath the denim. She learned to crave the sound of that zipper, and even now, it made ants crawl up her spine.
Hunter watched her, and she could feel his gaze lick her up and down. “Promise me you won’t cut yourself again.”
Asty nodded, relieved, and leaned back to switch on the little lamp over the bed, which turned the space under the makeshift canopy cozy with web-like patterns and warm light. “I won’t.”
Her words worked like a charm, and Hunter pulled down his boxers, finally in all his naked glory, getting hard already. His eyes went back to her belly, and he kneeled on the bed. The position only made the muscles of his thighs more pronounced.
Asty reached out to him and pulled him deeper into the pile of pillows she slept on. The shadows of the fabric above moved over his skin, caressing it like thin fingers, and she followed them down his stomach, teasing the trail of hair between his navel and cock. This was the first time she’d seen him completely naked, and the sight he presented made her wish she could have all the time to touch and kiss every single inch of him.
Hunter’s long dark hair swayed and created shadows when he leaned closer. “Get on your hands and knees,” he whispered, and the low tone of his voice sent a spark of arousal down to her pussy.
She took a deep breath, holding his gaze for several moments, but no clever comeback came to mind, so she rolled to her stomach and raised her body, pushing her front into the pillows for a more comfortable position. Now that she couldn’t see him, she wasn’t sure whether she was more nervous or excited. She knew Hunter wouldn’t hurt her, but here in her own bed, she felt more naked and vulnerable than she had back in that church. The man with her wasn’t anonymous, but a person of flesh and bone, who knew her secrets and shared his own.
But as she was expecting fingers and lube, his hot tongue trailed between her pussy lips and made her groan. When the tip slid into her opening, she had to hug the pillow under her. She rolled her hips back and spread her thighs a bit wider as her sensitive lower lips reacted to every little movement of Hunter’s mouth. The way he touched her made Asty’s brain turn into a sponge that soaked up his every word, each groan, and all the rustling of the sheets. She curled her toes and brushed them over his hairy calf, rocking back and forth against his careful ministrations. When he’d done this for the first time, she wondered where he had learned such skill, but there was no denying her endless lust for him also played a part in how easily she got off whenever they had sex.
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nbsp; She moaned when he suckled on her clit and flicked it with his tongue, but when his lips were finally gone, she was left wanton and on edge. There was a popping sound, and cool lube drizzled down her ass crack, making Asty all the more aroused. There was something illicit yet extremely intimate about what they were about to do.
She curled her shoulders and looked back at that gorgeous man who wanted her despite not fully understanding her reasons. Her breath caught when he massaged her naked ass and looked at her in a way that reminded her of a dark demon that was ready to devour her soul. There was something wild about him in that moment, and it made her heart tremble in the sweetest way.
His slick fingers moved between her buttocks, teasing her every now and then, swiveling around her hole as he watched her from above, with his long hair falling in waves down his chest. “If anything hurts, tell me.” Even those reassuring words made her tremble with anticipation.
“Okay,” she uttered and teased one of her oversensitive nipples as she looked back at him, overcome by heat. “But you’re definitely popping my cherry today.”
“Hell yes, I am.” He gave her a devilish grin that looked slightly mad with some of the hair over his face. The slippery finger finally pushed in, and Hunter groaned. “You will be so tight for me, baby.”
Asty rolled her hips, surprised by the sensation. Her body clenched so hard around the digit that it almost made her worry, but Hunter knew what he was doing, so all that was left for her to do was follow his lead. The presence inside her felt alien but not painful, and as Hunter moved his thick finger back and forth, the friction created a heat that seemed to catch on in her pussy as well. “I bet you can’t wait,” she whispered, playing with her nipple.
“I’m so hard already.” Hunter leaned down and kissed up her spine, all the way to her nape, while he slowly drilled in a second finger, pushing both back and forth, fucking her with them already. “First, I’ll fuck your ass, but when I’m almost done, I’ll flip you, and come on your pretty perky tits.”
Asty blinked. “Nasty,” she said and reached back, stroking the side of his body. She loved the way his face fit between her shoulder blades and the smooth hair tumbling across her back. “Let’s do that,” she added, slowly pushing back when her hole relaxed slightly. It was such a strange and yet delicious sensation.
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