by Stasia Black
His tongue tangled with hers, thrusting and demanding. She felt it now—that thirst he was talking about. He was drinking from her like he was demanding to be quenched.
Her legs wrapped around the small of his back and he hiked her up by her ass so that she was better positioned in his lap. Then he guided her up and down his hard cock. Once. Twice.
She groaned into his mouth. His hands grasped at her waist before sliding up her ribcage and to her breasts and then down again. She couldn’t help crying out at the briefest graze of his thumbs on her nipples, arching toward him and throwing her head back.
God, oh God, that felt—
Before she could even finish the thought, his hands were behind her back, unfastening her bra. She helped pull it off and his mouth immediately latched on her left breast, his tongue flicking back and forth over the hardened nipple. She couldn’t help the high-pitched squeal that came out of her throat—because if she thought it felt good a second ago with the barest touch of his thumbs, God, she had no idea—
She ground down on him restlessly as he switched to the other breast. She needed him to move again.
He wanted real?
Well, what she really wanted was for him to fuck her. To fuck her rough and hard.
She bent over his head buried at her breast and gripped his hair. “Fuck me, Hunter,” she growled in his ear. “I need you to fuck me. Fuck me dirty.”
His teeth bit down on her nipple in response. She cried out and arched into him. Oh God, yes. He reacted every time she told him the things she wanted him to do to her. He was driving her absolutely crazy. Time to see if she could do the same to him.
“Stop teasing. Don’t you feel how slick I am around your cock? I need you to fuck me.” She had no idea where the confidence was coming from to demand these things out loud. But the more she said them, the bolder she got. “I need it hard, Hunter. Fuck me hard, please—”
With a roar, Hunter flipped them so that her back was on the soft rug. His cock had slipped out while he moved them, but he quickly realigned and then shoved back home, hitting a spot so good, oh God, it was sooooo good.
He was inside her. Inside. Oh God, yes.
“Look at me.” His demand was growled as he pulled out and then thrust back in again, so hard he speared her to the floor.
“Oh God. Hunter. Yes. Harder.”
His nostrils flared and he pulled his pelvis back and then slammed in again. Every time hitting that place inside her that— She’d never— She didn’t know it could feel—
“More!”
He gave her more, fucking her rough and dirty, his balls slapping with every thrust. Their bodies grew slick with sweat and her moans echoed off the cabin walls. She clenched as hard as she could around him. Clenched. Released. Clenched.
He swore, his rhythm getting faster and more frenzied. With every thrust, his groin rubbed against her clit, his cock also hitting that place deep up inside her with each plunge. Pleasure lit up every nerve below her waist and she squeezed hard around his cock as her cries came out higher and higher pitched.
She howled as the orgasm ripped through her.
He dropped to his elbow so he could wrap both arms around her. He clutched her to him and thrust into her more deeply than ever. She was still riding her high when he roared through gritted teeth and shoved himself to the hilt inside her.
She reached down and grabbed his flexed buttocks, not wanting to miss a moment of the shared experience. He jerked back and then thrust in again, his face knotted with agonized pleasure.
For a precious second, they peaked together.
And then his body went slack over hers. Where his entire body had been strung taut as a bow only moments before, now he crumpled almost completely limp, sliding out of her and rolling to her side. He didn’t let go of her, though. He just dragged her with him so that she was captured against his chest, her body cemented to his side.
She didn’t mind. She was glad, in fact. After such an intense experience—holy shit, that was just—
“Wow,” she whispered.
He squeezed her close and laughed. She could hear it rumbling through his chest where her head was propped.
“Yeah, you can say that again.” He sounded just as in awe as she was.
Her own body relaxed at his words. She’d thought maybe this was how sex always was for him. All his moves were so smooth, she couldn’t help wondering if he was just some sex god who took home a different woman every other night to quench his ‘thirst.’ Women probably a lot prettier and skinnier than her.
Then she clenched her eyes shut. God, she did not need to be worrying about that. She could just enjoy this for what it was without analyzing it to death.
All she’d wanted was one night to let go.
To celebrate her new freedom. Her new life.
Besides, she was far from ready to dive into another relationship right after ending things with Jason. As if a one-night stand would lead to a relationship anyway. She internally rolled her eyes and sank against Hunter’s warm, muscled chest. She wrapped her arm around his broad body. After the year she’d had, she deserved tonight and enjoying the little slice of heaven that was Hunter Dawkins.
They laid there in silence. She would have thought he’d fallen asleep except for his hand tracing patterns up and down her back. He seemed content to simply lie there, snuggled against her.
Like the intense sex they’d just had, his tenderness threatened to crack the determination she’d just come to that this was just a casual one-night stand.
And she couldn’t have that. She was all too aware of how fragile she was at the moment.
Before leaving New York, she’d stopped at the pharmacy and gotten a refill of her prescription—pills she could trust to be her real medication and a ninety day supply so she wouldn’t have to worry for awhile—and already she’d been feeling more evened out over the past few days. But still. It usually took a couple weeks to a month whenever she had a medication change and who knew what the hell Catrina had been dosing her with that she still had to get out of her system?
All of which meant she couldn’t trust any of her emotions right now—no matter how intensely she might be feeling for the man she was currently snuggled against.
So, determined to keep it light, she turned into him and nipped at his chest, grinning up at him when he jerked in surprise and looked down at her.
She arched an eyebrow. “Don’t tell me you’re done with me already.” She nodded toward the rest of the condoms he’d brought. “You came so prepared, after all. It’d be a shame to put it to waste.
His nostrils flared and his mouth hitched up on one side. “I was an Eagle Scout.”
“Ooo. Impressive.”
“I live to impress.” He was all out grinning now.
She sat up and pulled back from him, drawing the blanket up with her, leaving him bare. She put her fist underneath her chin and looked him up and down, evaluating him in an overexaggerated fashion. “Well, Eagle Scout Hunter, I give you a ten for presentation and let’s say a…” She pursed her lips, “…an eight point five for performance.”
His eyebrows shot to his hairline. “Only an eight point five?”
She smiled at him. “There’s always room for improvement.” Then she added magnanimously, “The judge is open to another demonstration if you’d like to try upping your score.”
“Oh she would, would she?” He crawled toward her like a stalking predator. She jumped to her feet, shrieking, and running for the stairs. She didn’t make it two steps before his arms wrapped around her from behind. He lifted her up off her feet. She squealed and giggled as he carried her over to the couch.
But her laughter quickly died down as he got down to the business of showing her just how skilled he was in the performance department.
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