Is this more than just sex for you? His question echoes in my head as Hunter’s big hands massage my breasts. His touch is tender and full of need; his palms feel hot, setting my whole body on fire.
Is this more than just sex for you? It’s way more than that. It has been for quite some time already…but I don’t want him to end our arrangement. I know the consequences of an honest answer, and I’m too selfish for that. I want to enjoy my time with him for as long as I can. Even if my heart is at stake.
“Dammit, baby, if you only knew how much I missed this,” Hunter murmurs, his tongue swirling around my nipple, his teeth grazing my sensitive skin. I moan, arching my back and rotating my hips, feeling his hard-on grow bigger. “Your tits are a fucking perfect fit for my hands. Everything about you is perfect.”
Is this more than just sex for you, Hunter? The question is on the tip of my tongue, but I hold it back. It’s not the time…and he’s not a man to be pushed around. The second I demand answers, this will be over. I’ve learned that much about him. He needs to want this, to want us…and he’s not there yet. If he’ll ever be.
I help him take off his hoodie, then lean down and kiss his lips. Tasting him, savoring every single brush of our tongues. His cheeks are scruffy, making my skin tingle. I glide my pussy over his groin, and he grips my hips, holding me in place. A low growl springs from his mouth.
“I don’t want to come in my pants, Piper.” The warning in his voice sends shivers down my spine, and I’ll be damned to say I don’t want to challenge him.
“Then you better put your dick inside my pussy,” I whisper, holding his heated gaze. Hunter narrows his eyes, his jaw set hard. I don’t blink; anticipation is thrumming through my veins. Losing control isn’t something he does often, but when it happens…our sex becomes wild. “Will you do that for me, Hunter?”
He grabs the back of my neck, forcing my forehead down to his. “I’ll do anything for you, Piper.”
Flipping us over, he lowers me onto the backseat. His dilated pupils make him absolutely irresistible. I’m falling for him harder than ever, just because he looks at me like that. As if I’m his entire world.
Hunter pats his pockets, frowning. “We have a problem.”
I say on an exhale, “You don’t have a condom.”
“This little ride was spontaneous,” he tells me, staying still between my legs. I lick my lips, my thoughts swirling, trying to remember what pills I packed for this trip. “Piper, I’m so—”
“You can come inside me.” His face darkens, and the corners of his mouth drop. His reaction doesn’t surprise me, even if I know most of the guys I’ve been with wouldn’t have passed up this opportunity. “I have a morning-after pill.”
He pinches his brows together, the wrinkles on his forehead deepening. “Are you sure?”
“I’m not trying to trap you, Hunter. I’ll take it right in front of you as soon as we get back. I promise.”
Silence settles between us as we continue to stare at one another. His whole world revolves around soccer and Story. There is no room for anyone else. Willow’s words boom in my head, and my fingers fly to my pendant. Nervousness forms in the pit of my stomach; nausea washes over me.
“You sure about this?” His voice is just above a whisper, his eyes glued to my face.
“Yes.” I slide my hands down and hike up the skirt of my dress. “I want your dick inside me so bad, Hunter.”
His gaze roams over my exposed skin. A coy smile breaks out across his handsome face as he unzips his fly and pulls out his hard cock. “Whatever you want, baby.”
Moving my panties aside, he teases my pussy with the head of his cock, slowly pushing it in and out, making me gasp anytime I feel empty. As he slides inside me to the hilt, a loud moan fills the car. Hunter fucks me slowly at first, then picks up the pace, holding my gaze the entire time.
“You feel so good,” I whisper, my hand reaching down to my clit. I start circling my fingers over it.
My forehead is covered in sweat, and the windows have become foggy. The car rocks as he starts banging me harder. His grunts and my moans mixed with the sounds of waves crashing on the shore are the only things I hear. I’m chasing my orgasm, my fingers relentlessly massaging my clit.
“Harder,” I beg, lifting my hips as he moves. Our bodies are slapping against each other. “Please, Hunter…harder.”
He smirks, his hands wrapping around my ankles. The second he lifts my legs into the air and puts them on his shoulders, I whimper. He’s so fucking deep…my vision blurs. His thrusts are rough, and I’m on the verge of my orgasm. Then Hunter slaps my tit, and my insides close around his dick at once. I come, his name on my lips, my body thrashing under him.
“Fuck…so fucking good…” he growls, smashing his hips into mine. “Who does your little cunt belong to?”
“You.”
“Me,” he states, and I feel him twitch inside me. He’s coming hard and hot, eyes closed, mouth open. “Fucking mine.”
“Yours,” I tell him as he opens his eyes and peers down at me.
Hunter pulls out slowly, his gaze on my pussy. His breathing is ragged, and he suddenly starts smiling. “Who would’ve thought?”
“What?” I ask.
“My cum dripping out of you is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. And I’m so fucking hard again…like I didn’t just come inside you…fuck.” His fingers are trembling when he pushes them inside my pussy. “It fucking belongs here…my cum belongs here.”
My head bobs back as I try to bottle the feeling of immense, overwhelming pleasure. Not only because of the mind-blowing orgasm, but also because of the words he just said. They mean so much more than all his attempts to assure me that this doesn’t mean anything to him.
All the pretty words he says make me fall harder for him.
Hunter slumps into the backseat, his jeans low at his knees. I sit up and crawl onto his lap, straddling him and taking his erect dick inside my pussy again. Sighing, I shut my eyes, my arms tight around his neck.
He brushes my hair out of my face, delicately tucking it behind my ears. “I’m so glad I decided to ask you to come with us,” he says softly. “Even if we didn’t sneak off to be alone, it still would’ve been perfect…I love watching you smile, listening to your laughter…seeing how much you love my daughter. Thank you, Piper.”
“Thank you for inviting me.” I roll my hips, and his eyes instantly fall closed.
“You fuck me so good,” he confesses, winding his hands around my waist. Then he slides them down my ass and slaps my butt. I moan; my pussy tightens around his shaft. My eyelashes tremble as I ride his dick deep. One of his hands stays on my ass, pushing me to move faster, and the other wraps around my throat. I love it when he does that. It’s the element of him being in control, even when I’m on top. Even when I’m the one who makes decisions, he guides me. I love being daddy’s brat…but I’m hella certain I’d need to be wasted to call him that again.
I put my hands on his knees behind my back for better balance, bouncing up and down on his dick. Circling my hips, I deepen my movements as he adds more pressure, squeezing my throat. I smile; my eyes are trained on his face. He’s the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen, and it’s still hard for me to accept that he wants me.
My moans change to whimpers when he slaps my ass with his free hand. Over and over again. I love how my pleasure combines with pain, how raw and real our sex is. He’s dicking me down good, and I’m not sure there will ever be anyone better than him. I’ve lost count of the orgasms he has gifted me with, just like all the times his tenderness has sent my head spinning. This man is everything I never knew I wanted.
“Oh God, Hunter!” I cry out, moving my hips frantically as my pussy clenches around his dick. I’m in fucking heaven. The waves of my orgasm overtake my body, and my legs are quivering.
“Don’t stop, baby…don’t stop.” His voice is hoarse, and his breathing is rapid. I wrap my arms around his neck, riding him as fast as possible, my body still high after my second release in a row. “Such a good fucking girl…”
His lips on mine silence our sounds as he comes. His hips move up and down when he shoots his cum inside me. Our kiss is full of passion, our tongues curling around each other. I don’t want this night to end, not yet. It feels too good to be here with him, just the two of us.
Hunter leans away, cupping my face with his hands. “God, I have no words…anything I want to say feels like it’s not enough,” he murmurs, “because you deserve only the best. You deserve so much more than I can offer…”
I look him in the eyes, my lips curving into a smile. “I want what I want, Hunter, and it’s to be in this car, on this beach in Spain, with you. Not anywhere else. Not with anyone else. With you.”
He chuckles, drawing my face closer. My breath is fanning over his lips. “That’s exactly where I want to be too…just here.”
Sealing those words with yet another kiss, he takes away all the sounds around us, takes away all other thoughts. It’s just us, and I’m happy to believe in that illusion for a few more hours.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” Hunter asks, looking at me over his shoulder as he carries our suitcases into the house. I roll my eyes and tighten my grip on Story. She fell asleep on our way home from the airport, and I picked her up to bring her into the house. “She’s pretty heavy.”
“It’s all good,” I reassure him, following him closely.
Glancing to my right, I see Hayden’s car parked in the driveway. I’m not surprised he decided to stop by. He was bombarding my phone every day with a thousand messages, demanding pictures of our time in Minorca. He wanted to know where we were, what we were doing, what places we were visiting. The guy is over the top, but I love him, so it didn’t bother me.
“I should’ve known Hayden wouldn’t stay away. Though I’m kinda baffled he didn’t mention he would be here. I talked to him before we boarded our flight.”
“That’s how your brother is.” I laugh under my breath, hoping I won’t wake up Story.
“I probably need to get used to it.” Hunter stops, opens the door, and lets me go inside first. “He’s going to stick around forever.”
“Brotherly love. What could be better?” I ask, turning around to see him close the door. Hunter sets down our suitcases and looks up, meeting my gaze for a brief second. Then his eyes dart to something behind me, and he immediately tenses up.
“How did you get in?” he demands, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Hey, I let us in.” Hayden’s voice sounds uncertain, and I slowly turn around to look at my best friend, coming face-to-face with someone I’ve never met in person. Amelia Hale stands right in front of me, flashing her million-dollar smile. It’s so sudden that I instantly look away, as if I’m afraid she’s going to jinx me. Instead, I focus on Hayden. “Hey, Pip.”
“Hey.” I greet him in a barely audible voice, then take a deep breath and turn toward Hunter’s ex-wife. “Um, hello, Ms. Hale.”
Her light blue eyes sparkle as she looks me up and down. A knowing smirk forms on her puffy lips, and she arches her eyebrow at me. “You must be Piper. It’s nice to finally meet you.”
“You too,” I mumble, shifting my hands a little. “I’ll go put Story in her bed. Hopefully she’ll sleep for a few more hours.”
I start down the hallway, and Hayden jerks in my direction, following my every step. The atmosphere is heavy. The fact that Hunter hasn’t said a single word gnaws at me, makes me feel weird. Did he know she would be here? I don’t get it.
