We stumble into the room, giggling at the sounds coming from the room Asher’s in. He must have found a girl to take to bed with him…and she is moaning like a porn champion.
Closing the bedroom door, I turn to Hunter. “Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah,” I mimic, then burst out laughing.
“Yeah, that’s it, yeah, ride me,” Hunter says, mocking Asher’s voice. Then he shakes his head. “I can’t tease the guy. He was drunk and stumbling when I left with you. Surprised he could get up the stairs, let alone get his dick up.”
“Maybe it’s not Asher?” But it’s the room he’s in for the night. I hope he’s not drunk enough to forget to use a condom.
But I don’t want to think about Asher—I have other plans for this room. It’s gorgeous, with a king-size bed and an ensuite that has a free-standing bathtub made for me. I wonder if Walker would let me move in.
Hunter presses against my back, his hand snaking under my arm and up between my chest as he takes my throat. I drop my head back on his shoulder, and he kisses me upside down.
Though it’s a tender kiss, there’s a possession to it I love. I give myself over to him, and within a split second, Hunter has me spinning. Cupping my jaw, his mouth descends on mine, his tongue finding mine as I grip onto his arms, trying to steady myself from the dizzying kiss.
I moan, and he wraps his free hand around my loose hair, pulling me into his hard body while I snake my hands down his back. We’re breathing heavily as I open my eyes just enough to see the hunger in his gaze.
Gone is the funny and sweet Hunter. In his place is lusty, needy Hunter, and I’m dying to see more of him. He pulls my hair back as I arch my chest into him. He growls just under my ear as he licks the line of my throat. Inhaling my earlobe into his mouth, he sucks on it before letting it go with a little nip, and I feel it deep within me.
He pushes me onto the soft bed and walks back a few paces. Studying me, he brushes his thumb over his lips as he cocks his hip. I feel it all over.
“Fuck, Mila. You’re perfect and all mine.”
My body hums at his approval. Reaching behind his head, he grabs his tee, and it’s off in one swift move. He gives me a wicked grin, and I grin the same as I remove my top. Fuck, I’m so wet right now; my panties are drenched. I need him, licking me, touching me…in me.
He palms his cock through his jeans, and I lick my lips. I reach out to him, and when he doesn’t come closer, I pout.
He cocks his head. “Needy, are we?”
I run my hands over my breasts, my bra…I need it gone. When I sit up to undo it, he’s on me in a second.
“Mine.” His voice is low and throaty in my ear as he flicks the clasp and tears it off. He presses his hand on my sternum and pins me on the soft bedding.
My nipples ache for him. I reach up to touch one, and he slaps my hand away. “Mine,” he says again as he moves to one, sucking it deep into his mouth and letting it go with a pop. Then he repeats the same with the other.
He grips my breasts in his hands; they’re more than a handful for me, but they fit perfectly in Hunter’s. “Your tits are fucking perfect, Mila. Everything about you is.”
I press myself into him and try to reach for his button and fly, wanting to touch his cock. Wanting to taste him on my tongue. Wanting him to cry and beg out for me to suck him deep.
When he backs off me and shakes his head, a strangled sound rips from my throat.
“My turn first.” He grabs my jean shorts and holds his hand above the first button. I look up and see him silently asking for permission to take them off. I nod and help him shimmy them off.
My panties are next, and when he asks for permission again, I nod. This time, though, he rubs his fingers down through the damp fabric and smiles up at me. “You’re so wet for me, Mila.”
Then he takes my panties, and I’m left bare before him. Feeling vulnerable under his gaze, I twist my body. But Hunter tugs my legs, and I rest up on my elbows as I open them a little wider, exposing myself to him.
A deep rumble sounds in his chest, and his eyes are heated, clearly just as turned on as I am. The way he looks at me makes me feel sexy and wanted.
He surprises me by grabbing my thighs and tugging me toward him. As he presses his body weight against mine, claiming my mouth again, I love the feel of being under him. His hand snaking down between us, he finds my clit, and I almost buck off the bed. I’m so sensitive to his touch, it’s crazy.
“Mmm…you like that?” he asks, slowing down.
I nod, speechless as the pressure rises within me. Dipping down lower, he presses his finger into me. I’m so wet. When he adds a second finger, pleasure rolls through me. He flattens his thumb over my clit as his fingers find my G-spot, and I’m in heaven. I hold on to his biceps to keep myself from levitating off the bed.
“I’m close,” I warn him. He said he wanted to taste me, and I still want that.
Hunter grips my shoulder as he starts moving his face down my body until he’s at my belly. Looking up at me with a smirk, he takes his fingers out and puts them into his mouth and moans. “So worth the wait,” he says with a smirk, and I throw my head back.
His tongue finds my clit, and as he swirls it around, I buck off the bed. He doesn’t let up, holding me as still as he can while he sucks my clit into his mouth. I melt into a puddle of bliss. My hands reach for something to hold on to as I crest over the edge. My orgasm slams into me like a freight train, fast and hard, and still, he doesn’t let up. He teases each and every moan from me until I have nothing left but a hoarse throat, and I sink into the soft bedding.
When he kisses me slowly, I taste myself on his mouth. It doesn’t matter that I just came; I need more. I pull at him, flipping him onto the bed. As I reach for his jeans, he throws his hands behind his head and winks.
“My turn,” I say.
His button and fly undone, I push his jeans down with his boxers, and he lifts himself so I can take them off. His erection, caught between the fabric, finally springs free and slaps his stomach. Hunter chuckles.
I take his silky cock into my left hand. With a cast on my right hand, I’m not sure I can do this as well as I want, but I will manage. As I slowly stroke his hard length, Hunter moans my name, jerking into my fist. I start to stroke faster, twisting my fist on the up motion and moving back to the base. His eyes are on mine, and his once easygoing position has changed to gripping the sheets and rushing after his own orgasm.
I love this. The feeling I get from watching him come undone is glorious.
He bucks a few more times before reaching for my wrist to stop me. “Fuck, your hand is magic, but I need to stop or I’m gonna come.”
I smile playfully…my handwriting might be terrible, but my stroke work is on point. And I don’t want to stop. Bending down, I lick the head of his cock. He watches as I taste the salty pre-cum and moan with his cock in my mouth while I suck it in as deep as I can.
“Mila, babe. As much as I want to come in your mouth, I…want…ugh, fuck.”
I suck harder and twist my mouth, and I’m rewarded with his body bowing toward me, his fingers gripping my hair as he grunts out his release. I swallow down as much as I can before pulling free.
His eyes are glazed over, and when I smirk, he shakes his head then groans, throwing his head back and running his hands over his face.
“Babe.” Hunter smiles and reaches for me, pulling me onto his chest, his cock still hard between us. “That wasn’t what I had in mind when we walked in here.” He rubs my arm, and I pout up at him. He kisses my forehead and chuckles. “I’m not complaining at all, babe. Fuck, if any guy ever complained about getting head like that from the girl he loves…fuck, he’d need to get his head checked.
“I just was thinking this could have gone a little…longer. But your mouth is wicked, in all the best ways. That’s the fastest I’ve ever come. It took me by surprise.”
I giggle, and he tilts my mouth up to his, his big brown eyes on mine. I love the way he looks at me, like he can see all my deep, dark secrets while promising to keep them too.
“I love you, Mila Hart. Always have, always will. I’m yours.”
My heart races at the words. He’s never said that before. No one has ever said that to me. My breath hitches as I pull his face to mine and kiss him softly. I draw away, tracing his lips with my thumb, and look into his eyes.
“I love you, Hunter West. Always have and always will.”
Hunter’s the first to hear those words from me, and I thought it would be hard to tell him that, but it’s perfect. It’s everything I wanted it to be.
He rolls his hips, and his cock is hard against my thigh. The height thing is kinda funny. I like it, though. I reach down and stroke him as his hands cup my ass, trying to gain more friction.
“You have a condom?” I ask him.
Nodding, he reaches for his jeans which lay precariously on the edge of the bed. We don’t have to move as he reaches for the little foil wrapper and puts it on.
He pushes my hair behind my ear and, in that moment, I wish I had a hair tie. I want to watch everything between us.
“I love you.” He kisses me, and I slide my leg over and straddle him.
Reaching between us, I position him at my entrance and sink down onto his thick cock. Fuck. I arch my back and break free from the kiss as I gasp at the feel of him seated in me. I place both my hands on his chest, and the cast makes it harder but he holds me steady as I rock on his cock.
His warm fingers skate up my skin, leaving traces of pleasure in their wake as he cups my breast and rolls my nipple between his finger and thumb. I moan as I rise then sink slowly. This is making love. Slow and steady. This is how I always imagined it would be.
My body is waking up again, my orgasm waiting for me on the other side, but slow is not what my body needs. I can’t finish with slow.
Faster. Harder…just more.
“I need more, Hunter,” I tell him, hoping he feels the same. This slow build will take me all night, and I’ll still feel like I’m trying to find the end of a rainbow. I love the chase, but I want that gold now.
“What do you need? You like it harder?”
I moan and nod.
He wraps his hand in my hair and pulls me close to his mouth. He growls into my ear, “You want me to fuck you hard? I can do that. Faster? I can make you scream my name so loud the whole house will know your pussy is wrapped around my cock. I can spank your ass and play with your clit, then watch you fall over the edge…over and over until you’re satisfied. And only then will I stop.”
His palm cracks against my ass cheek, and I buck into him, his thumb finding my clit, and I cry out. And he said my mouth is wicked. Hunter can make me come just from words alone. Damn his dirty talk. Hunter is going to kill me in all the best ways.
“Fuck, yes. Fuck me, Hunter.” I don’t care who hears me. I need everything, and I need it now.
He grabs my hips, and we gain a steady rhythm, but it’s still not enough. Just as I’m about to ask, he flips us and he’s pushing my leg up beside my head and thrusting in deeply. I moan and reach for him as he starts to gain speed, thrusting over and over, bringing me closer to my climax.
“Fuck,” is all I manage to get out as my body spirals toward that goal. But before I can get there, he pulls out and flips me onto my stomach. “I was almost there,” I whine.
He chuckles and slaps my ass twice in quick succession. It doesn’t hurt; it’s just enough to sting, and it has me growing wetter.
Pulling on my hips until my ass is up higher, he presses on my back, my chest rubbing against the soft sheets as he enters me from behind. He’s slow, inch by inch, then he slams into me, and I call out again.
It doesn’t take long in this position. I scream out his name as he thrusts faster and wilder, my orgasm rolling over my body as I call out his name. I feel like that’s all I have. He pinches my clit, and I moan deeply into the sheets.
“I can’t hear you,” he growls from behind me, and I turn back, giving him a lazy smile. He slaps my ass and I jerk. He chuckles. “Guess I will have to do that one again.”
If that’s a challenge, I’m only too willing to accept it.
Long strokes, faster, slower—the pattern isn’t one I can anticipate, and I love it. I feel his cock swell as his movements become jerky.
“Mila,” he roars. His cock throbs inside me as he spills over the edge. My core clenches around him, and I’m right there with him, gasping for breath as my body trembles from another powerful orgasm. Hunter lets out a whole-body shiver and groans as he thrusts one last time.
He kisses my spine, and when I turn to face him, he kisses the corner of my mouth before pulling away.
He jumps up and into the bathroom to dispose of the condom. I hear the water running, but it’s just too much right now. I’ve had a long day, and tonight…well, tonight has been the best workout of my life.
I’m closing my eyes when I feel Hunter rolling my body and pressing a warm cloth between my legs. Cleaning me up.
I smile lazily at him as he hands me another warm washcloth. “For your face. Sometimes, it feels nice to fall asleep with a clean face.”
And that’s true. I have makeup on, but I sleep without it. I make quick work of it, hoping I don’t look like a panda, but even if I do, Hunter doesn’t say anything. He just smiles and kisses me before taking the wet cloths and turning out the light.
Returning to bed, he pulls the covers over us and we snuggle under them. He wraps his arm around me, and I rest my head on his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat as it sends me off to sleep.
