by Stasia Black
She wasn’t a new Isobel.
She was the old Isobel. She always would be. Miserable and insecure and fat and—
“Hey, you okay up here?” Hunter’s big hand gently peeled one of hers away from her face. His handsome features were creased in concern.
“Fine,” she squeaked.
Oh God, the super-hot guy was seeing exactly what a disastrous freak she was. Not that he knew the half of it. There was probably an arrest warrant out for her in New York at this very moment.
“We can stop.” His hand cradled her cheek. “There’s no pressure here. We can do whatever you want.”
His eyebrows had dropped low in concern. “Do you want to stop?”
He moved to withdraw his hand but she grabbed it and held it to her face, turning her head and dropping a kiss on his palm. This was the first thing that had felt good, that had felt right, in months. “I don’t want to stop.”
It only came out as a whisper. That was all she could manage at the moment. But she didn’t want to stop. She didn’t want to be the old Isobel.
She lifted up from the ground and pulled his face down to hers. As soon as his lips touched down she felt the spark that had been doused by her obsessions fire back to life. She closed her eyes and lost herself in the kiss.
“Christ, you’re beautiful,” he whispered in between kissing her lips and up her neck to her ear. “So fucking beautiful.”
Isobel automatically frowned. He sounded earnest. For a moment, though—just a moment—she could almost believe him. His words were perfect. He was perfect.
Her eyes still closed, she took his other hand and pushed it past her belly and down to her sex. As soon as his fingers made contact, immediately circling and teasing her clit through the thin fabric of her panties, she gasped and arched into his touch.
After just a few moments, he pulled away. Isobel dared to open her eyes and was rewarded by seeing Hunter pull his own shirt off over his head. Her breath hitched. He was muscular in a normal-guy way, not like he hit the gym for hours a day. Like those were the kind he got by doing regular hard work. Isobel imagined him lifting bales of hay and carrying heavy equipment around all day.
She didn’t have long to just stop and stare, though, because almost immediately, he dropped and his mouth was back at work kissing his way down her stomach from just underneath her bra all the way to— Her breath hitched when he got to the top of her panties.
Oh God, he wasn’t going to…?
“Wait,” she squeaked, pulling her legs together and to the side when his tongue darted out along the top seam of her underwear. “You don’t have to do that.”
But when Hunter looked up at her, there was a devilish grin on his face. “I want to.” He leaned in and buried his nose in her crotch. “Fuck, do you know how good you smell?”
Isobel felt her cheeks flood with heat. Did he really think— Was he serious or just trying to—
He pushed her legs open wide and lowered his head between them. She was about to object again, but then that wicked tongue of his was back at work, right where her thigh met her sex. She squirmed and her legs started to draw back together but he easily pushed them apart again.
One of his fingers teased underneath the seam of her underwear, running along her swollen vulva and dipping ever so slightly inside her. She cried out at the sensation.
Somewhere in the back of her head she imagined herself like a beached whale, flopped out in the middle of Hunter’s living room floor like this, her flabby legs spread so wantonly. But every other part of her brain was consumed with firing neurons of pleasure.
He pushed aside her underwear and his tongue teased along the path his finger had just traced. But then he pulled back again. He was driving her so freaking insane. She didn’t recognize her voice as she reached down and buried her hands in his dark brown curls. “Hunter, please,” she begged. “Please.”
“Please, what?” he asked, and she could feel the warmth of his breath through her damp panties. As close as his face was, he had to be drenched in the smell of her arousal.
“Touch me.” She couldn’t help the whining quality to her voice. But she couldn’t stand any more teasing either.
His hands grabbed her inner thighs just above her knees and he started massaging up toward where his tongue continued its torture. “I am touching you,” he said.
Her hands fisted in his thick hair. “Touch my…” She swallowed. God, was he really going to make her say it? “Touch my cunt. Lick my cunt.”
His hands squeezed her thighs and he buried his face in her sex at her words, breathing her in and biting at her pussy.
She cried out, almost coming on the spot at the contact after so much teasing. He dragged her underwear down over her hips. She lifted her butt off the ground to help him and he had her panties halfway down her thighs the next moment.
And then, oh God finally, he was diving face first into her most intimate area. He ate with abandon, like he wanted his mouth everywhere at once. He was licking between her folds and sucking on her clit one moment, then thrusting his tongue deep into her passage the next, then just burying his face as deep as he could in her cunt like he couldn’t get enough of her.
She couldn’t help the unintelligible high-pitched squeaking noises that came out of her throat. She’d never— Jason had never— He always said it wasn’t hygienic. That she smelled like fish down there. She’d been paranoid about it when she was with him, using all kinds of products to make sure she smelled fresh and clean whenever she knew they’d be spending the night together.
But she hadn’t showered in a couple days and here Hunter was lapping at her like he’d never tasted anything as sweet. And having his mouth there, his tongue, doing such—
She cried out and shamelessly thrust her pelvis up and into his face. “Oh God, yes,” she cried. “Eat me out. Eat me out so fucking good!”
She’d never in her life been so vocal during sex, but she’d also never had sex in a cabin in the middle of the woods before. It was freeing to shout her dirtiest desires at the top of her lungs. She slammed her hands to the soft rug underneath them, clawing into the carpet fibers as the pleasure ramped higher and higher. White spots burst as— Oh God, how could it feel so—
“It’s coming, it’s coming!”
He pulled away from his meal only long enough to say, “let me hear it,” before wrapping his arms underneath her ass and pulling her even more roughly into his face.
Her breasts arched into the air and she did. She let him hear every moment of her increasing pleasure as she got closer and closer to the edge.
“Oh God, oh God, oh God—”
But it wasn’t until she felt one of his fingers pressing at her back entrance that she really went wild. No one had ever touched her there. The pressure felt so forbidden and wrong and— oh!
“Hunter,” she screamed his name, as his finger made it past the ring of muscles and slid into her ass. He fucked her with his tongue at the same time, right before licking up and latching onto her clit, sucking for all he was worth. She grabbed his head and shoved his face in her pussy as she came so hard she thought she might black out.
Ohhhhhhhhhhh, fuck, it just kept going and going and—
She thrust her pelvis into Hunter’s face over and over and—
Oh shit, could he breathe? She let go of his hair and dropped back to the floor, completely mortified. She expected him to pull away gasping and pissed, but he just followed her down, still sucking mercilessly at her pulsing clit.
Aftershocks spasmed down her legs and she cried out again. When he finally pulled away and wiped his mouth on his forearm, his eyes were heated as he looked her up and down. Any other time a man perusing her naked like that would have sent her insecurities into overdrive, but after that orgasm, God, she could only watch Hunter with a lazy, distracted pleasure.
And damn, was he something to watch. Especially since he was busy pulling off his jeans and boxer briefs, revealing a truly beauti
ful cock. It was a little shorter than Jason’s, but thicker. Her sex clenched in anticipation just by looking.
She wanted to touch it.
She wanted to lick it.
She lifted up, reaching for it but Hunter moved out of her grasp, groaning. “Don’t move.” He looked at her and held out a finger while he got to his feet. “I’m serious. Don’t move that gorgeous ass one inch.”
“What are—”
“I’ll be right back. Not one inch.” His eyes dropped down her body and he shook his head and let out a low whistle like he couldn’t believe he was lucky enough to have her there with him.
Which was ridiculous.
But then he jogged to the other side of the room toward the stairs, his tight ass providing an excellent view as he went. He disappeared around the corner up the stairs.
Isobel flopped back against the rug, her whole body limp. The next second, though, her thighs were rubbing together. She wanted more. Which was insane. She barely knew Hunter and God knew she was the last person on earth she would have thought of as sex-starved. But damn, that was the best orgasm she’d had in a long time. But her sex clenched, feeling empty.
When she heard Hunter’s feet pounding on the stairs as he came back down, she went up on her elbows and bit her lip in anticipation. Especially when she saw that he was holding not just one condom packet, but a whole strip of them.
Her mouth broke into a wide grin. Both because of how many he’d brought and the fact that he hadn’t just pulled one out of his wallet, like he’d gone to the bar intending to score. She arched an eyebrow. “Somebody’s feeling ambitious.”
“Not at all,” he grinned. “Just inspired.
He was also holding a plush dark blue blanket. Isobel snatched it from him when he got close enough, quickly draping it over her nakedness. She’d been brave, not flinching the whole time he walked back toward her while she was completely exposed. But she felt immediately better having the cover.
Hunter just looked at her with his brows furrowed. “Are you cold?” He flashed a crooked smile. “Because I’m happy to warm you up.” He dropped down beside her and immediately captured her mouth in a deep kiss.
He reached beneath the blanket and lifted her by her waist like she weighed nothing. She yelped as he settled her on his thighs, her legs straddling his waist. His thick cock lay erect and hard between them. She couldn’t take her eyes off it and Hunter flexed it so that it jumped.
She bit her lip and looked up into his eyes as she reached down with her right hand to stroke him up and down.
He hissed out the second she made contact and his whole body went tense as her small hand wrapped around him.
“Jesus, Isobel,” he bent over and nipped at her shoulder. “I want to be inside you. Can I be inside you?”
When he looked up at her, his cock still in her hand, he looked so vulnerable it made her heart stutter. Like he was asking for more than to just have sex with her.
She didn’t trust her voice so she just nodded. He didn’t break her gaze as he reached beside him for the condoms. She ran her thumb over the bulbous head of his cock and his neck tensed, the vein straining. A drop of pre-cum dripped out and she rubbed it all around his cock. His hands fumbled as he ripped a condom packet open and then he had it at his cock.
Isobel bit her lip as she took it from his hands and rolled it down over his length. Then before she could second-guess herself, she shifted up his thighs and positioned him at her entrance.
His hands went to her waist, guiding her as she sank onto his cock. He held her from going too quickly. Instead, she dropped by increments, the head of his shaft pressing through her folds. He moved so slow she was aware of every sensation as he spread her open and stretched her.
She gasped a sharp inhale at his size. She’d been right—he was thicker than Jason. But the feeling was such a delicious fullness. She adjusted her legs so she was spread even wider to accommodate him.
He groaned low as his cock slid along her inner walls. But then he paused. “Isobel, open your eyes.”
Her eyes popped open. She hadn’t even realized she’d closed them.
She wasn’t prepared for the sight of him, his mouth slightly dropped open, nostrils flared, his eyes dark with lust. And all his focus zeroed in on her at the same time he plunged inside her.
“Eyes on me,” he breathed out.
It was so intense she couldn’t handle it after a few seconds and her eyes dropped. She dipped to kiss his neck but he ducked out of the way and, with his hand, he directed her chin back up.
“Look at me,” he repeated, thrusting up at the same time pulling her down by her waist. His face strained with pleasure as he fully seated himself inside her.
He stilled again, wrapping one hand around her waist and the other up underneath her shoulder, pulling his chest to her breasts until there was no space at all between them. Isobel had literally never been this close to another person in her life. Jason never held her so close when they’d made love. God, even when she breathed in, Hunter’s chest moved with her.
His eyes were so bright. Cornflower blue. They searched back and forth as he watched her. His face was so earnest, brows slightly scrunched, like he was trying to figure her out.
She kept waiting for him to start moving. Then again, she was on top so maybe that was her job? She’d never had sex sitting up like this, but just because he’d been directing her so far didn’t mean he should be expected to do all the work. When she tried to lift up off his shaft, though, his grip on her waist only got tighter to hold her in place.
She cocked her head sideways in confusion but he just said, “Shhh. Just keep looking at me.”
She looked at him.
And it was awkward.
When did people just sit around and stare into each other’s eyes for more than five seconds? Apart from when she was a kid and they played that game where you tried not to blink. Speaking of, when did she last blink?
She blinked. And then blinked again. Shit, now all she could think about was blinking.
Okay, this was getting really awkward.
In fact, being naked with this stranger’s cock up inside her and just staring at each other—without the frantic kissing and tugging and touching and imminent orgasm to distract her… God, how long had they just been staring at each other now? A minute? Five?
Was her body being so close like this making him sweat? Did she smell? She’d given herself a sponge bath at a gas station in Colorado but that was earlier this morning.
What was he thinking while he looked at her? Was he thinking about blinking?
She started watching for him to blink.
But he just seemed to blink at regular intervals. Like a normal person. Because he wasn’t a weird freakazoid who obsessed about how often they blinked while screwing someone.
As the seconds dragged on, and he just kept looking at her, she’d never felt more naked in her life—even though it was just her eyes he was staring into. Somehow that was even more scary than him seeing her cellulite. Because there was nowhere to hide. It felt as intimate or more than his cock penetrating her body.
They said the eyes were the window to the soul. If that was true, could he tell what a fucking mess she was?
“It’s been so long since…” She almost jumped when he finally spoke even though his voice was soft. And then he was quiet so long she thought he might not continue. Finally, he did, still never breaking eye contact. “I’ve missed being intimate with another person. You go through life alone long enough and part of you just starts to feel dead inside. Without this kind of connection…”
His cock stirred inside her but he also lifted their hands, palm to palm, interweaving their fingers. He shook his head. “…it’s like being thirsty and there’s nothing to drink. Months and months and maybe years, you can be surrounded by people, you can walk around all day long, but you’re dead. The spark’s gone out.”
“So then you need some good sex to recharge y
our battery?”
His cock jumped at her words and he chuckled, his eyes lighting with his smile. “Something like that.”
She was glad she could make him smile. He was a little intense. But she liked it. What he was saying—it did feel amazing to truly connect to another person. Not just in a bullshit way. But to experience true intimacy… God, she couldn’t remember the last time she felt that.
Things with Jason were never really… They just weren’t— They hadn’t been like that. There were so many red flags that she’d refused to see for what they were. And Dad— She swallowed hard. They’d been close when she was little, but ever since Catrina moved in, Catrina had forced him to choose sides.
And he’d never chosen Isobel’s. He’d never believed her when she told him the horrible things Catrina said to her. She was just a child and no one ever took what kids said seriously—that was what she told herself over the years so she could forgive him and have any sort of relationship at all with him. But God, it still hurt. She was his daughter. His flesh and blood.
Before she even realized what was happening, a tear slipped down her cheek. She only became aware of it when Hunter reached out with his thumb and wiped it away. And then she was horrified because his cock was inside her and they were—
Her cheeks heated and she turned her head, trying to pull off of his lap. But his arms held her tighter than ever.
“Don’t. You don’t have to be afraid of anything you feel here,” he murmured, pulling her so close that they were cemented, torso to chest, their noses only inches away from each other. When he breathed out, she inhaled it.
“What are you—?”
“Let it happen.” His eyes searched hers. “It’s okay. To feel sad. To feel happy. Everything is okay here. Christ, do you know how long I wished there was just one place I could be fucking honest? Where I could feel something real?” Then he started to kiss her again, light feathery kisses on the side of her face, on her temple, up to the crown of her forehead.
And then finally, finally, his lips came to hers. They weren’t soft or explorative this time. No, he kissed her deeply, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her into him like he was desperate for her. If they were sharing one breath earlier, now it was like they were trying to share one body.
