I woke early the next morning to the sound of Hunter’s low rumble on the phone. Pulling myself from the warm sheets, I wished that I could spend the entire day wrapped in them, and headed down the hallway. I walked by the mess of things that had been my house. I hadn’t picked up anything since the FBI had been in and out of it gathering files on my husband. If I left it all as is, my own little perfect bubble of denial could remain intact. If I didn’t deal with it, it didn’t exist.
Turning the corner, I found Hunter at my kitchen table, laptop splayed wide open with paperwork everywhere, his low voice murmuring on the phone every now and again, doing more huffing than talking.
I waited silently at the doorway, hoping I could decipher who he may be speaking with. He’d left me in the dark far too long and this was survival — if that meant eavesdropping, then that was the game. Hunter’s mumbling soon intensified into a near growl.
“That’s not an option.” He rubbed fingers at his forehead. “I won’t do it that way. But I can’t walk away. I can have this wrapped up in a few days. We just need to locate him.” He paused for a few moments listening. “The plan stays the same. I can get him here, just give me the time to do it.” He heaved a sigh and closed his eyes, casting his head down to the table, before mumbling briefly and snapping the flip phone shut.
It was his burner.
“Who was that?” I refused to be backed into anymore corners. Never again would I allow a man to keep me in the dark.
He did a slow turn to me before his arms opened and I crawled into his lap. He nuzzled into my neck. “Case supervisor.” His rough growl heated my belly and had my toes curling. “From the FBI.”
“Oh. It sounded…” I breathed, losing my train of thought as Hunter’s fingertips pressed at the delicate flesh of my thighs, spreading them wider so I was tucked into his hot body. “It sounded….bad,” I finally finished, my head rushing with delicate waves of pleasure from the gentle kneading of his thumbs.
“Mmm…I like bad.” He nipped at my earlobe, taking the tone of the conversation to a new place. A smile curved my lips as I forgot about the tense conversation I’d just heard and why the look of pain seemed to chase behind Hunter’s eyelids, always out of reach, never quite vanquished.
“I wanna get inside you.” His comforting tenor curled through my system. I caught his full bottom lip between my teeth as I rotated my hips against his body, feeling the rock hard intrusion of his cock pressing against my pubic bone.
“I’ve missed this,” I hummed as I worked the button and zipper of his pants freeing his cock. Impressive in girth and length, it stood aching and flexing, my mouth watering before I dropped to my knees on the cool tile floor and licked up his impressive length. I lost myself in his pleasure, in my own; it was all we had to escape. The heady high was our bubble of bliss that saved us from the bleak reality of our lives at this moment. Neither one of us had chosen to be here, but we were.
And against all odds, we had each other.
Hunter’s hips worked a slow decadent rhythm as I swallowed his length and felt the soft tip pressing at the back of my throat. I hummed and felt his hips thrust and jerk before I sucked up his length and then worked the denim down his hips to reveal his heavy balls to my sight. My tongue darted out and ran across the small vein that divided the center of his sac as his breaths grew heavier. He took his cock in one palm and his neck fell back as he stroked up the thick length. My pussy surged with hot molten wetness at watching him thrust his own cock between his powerful fingers, knuckles dusted with golden hair and darkly inked tattoos. He was so beautiful and feral and raw, all man and all mine.
I sucked one of his full balls into my mouth and swirled it with my tongue, tasting it like a decadent ice cream cone that I never wanted to finish. His groans and pants sped up, alerting me that he was close to release, before I jumped onto his lap, running my slick pussy up and down his rigid length. Feeling it slide between my lips, I moaned and thrust, feeling him buried deep to my core.
“Jesus,” Hunter said when he was fully buried inside me. His deft hands wrapped around my waist and locked my arms behind me, grasping painfully with one hand, he held me bent in a broad arch before his lips attached at the taut peaks of my nipples. He sucked and bit, my cunt growing soaked with sex.
“Bounce on my dick, Princess.” Hunter’s words urged me on as I wrestled my hands from his grasp and rammed myself harder on his aching length, rubbing delicate nerves that surged with hormones.
“Oh God,” I choked as emotion clamped my airways while I rode his hips and dug fiery scratches into his deltoids. “You’ve never felt this good,” I sobbed as arousal flooded my brain and fogged reality. I was blind to everything but him, I had been from the start, and I still was now. Blind to the fear, to the danger, to the terror and utter hopelessness of our situation. I was blind to everything but him.
“Christ, Erin. I can’t live without this. You feel too fucking good. I can’t live without you.” His hands shot to my jaw and his lips pressed against mine, his eyes flaming with male dominance. His tongue invaded my mouth and thrust long and languidly, bruising the already tender flesh of my lips and inflicting pain and pleasure that drove me wild. I thrust my hands through his short strands and tore at the threads, desperate to reach the orgasm that hovered right on the edge.
“There’s my Princess. You want to come?” A cocky grin lifted his lips and throttled my arousal another notch.
“Yesss…”
“You know what to do.” His hands gripped at my waist, clenching and unclenching as I fucked him. “Beg.”
“Hunter…”
“Beg for it, Princess.” One hand clutched at my hair and tilted my neck to his lips.
“Please, please make me come.” The begging fueled my arousal. Clenched my muscles and heated my core. So close. I was so close.
“Good girl.” His words ran straight to my clit before his other hand raised and landed a sharp smack across my nipple, leaving a warm tingle in its wake. My eyes stung with tears, not of pain, but of surprise, before a slow, dangerous smile curled my face. My eyes opened and I caught his gaze, staring back lovingly, one hand still in my hair and his hips working at a fierce rhythm against me.
“Do it again.” My voice lowered another octave as my orgasm hummed at my spine and promised release soon. “Harder, Sir.”
Hunter’s eyes flared with something fierce and passionate. A moment later I felt the sting of his warm palm against my other breast just as I landed on his cock and felt an orgasm shuttle through me, curling my toes and sending goose bumps racing across my skin. With my muscles tensing, I closed my eyes and fell against his broad chest as my release pulsed in delicious waves.
“Fuck, Princess. Surprise me every time.” He held my hips in a death grip as I felt his cock still pulsing and twitching. “So fucking beautiful. All fucking mine.” His thrusts slowed as his arms wrapped around me in a crushing embrace. Never had I been so tightly held in my life. Never had I needed it so much. In Hunter’s arms I was the safest I’d ever been, so I could allow him to push the limits with me. I trusted him to abuse me in the way my body loved, and still be there to comfort me after he’d fucked me raw and pushed me to my every emotional limit. The trust in itself was a turn on.
“Love you, Princess,” he hummed as his body relaxed.
“Mmm…” I replied languidly. “I love you.” I draped my arms around his neck and pressed a soft kiss at the vein that beat steady and strong there. “So much.”
