With his gaze holding mine, his body pumping inside me, he licked his thumb and brushed it over my clit.
Immediately, I was off like a rocket. My body bowed and I gripped the edge of the table to keep from flying apart into a million pieces.
“Fuck, yes, fuck…” He growled again, and his body seemed to move at lightning speed. He had that look of torture on his face as he chased his pleasure and then he thrust hard. “Fuucccckkk.”
As he came, another wave of pleasure rolled through me and together we rode through the storm.
I was no virgin. I'd had sex before. I'd even had sex that I enjoyed before. But there was something about Hunter that was all the pleasure men had given me before times a hundred. It made absolutely no sense. How could someone that I hardly respected or liked be able to blow my mind like that? I suppose it was all biology and physiology. He was a perfect specimen of a man with all his hard-sculpted muscles. And mother nature had been very kind to him in the dick area. Even now, as he withdrew and his dick was going soft, it was still larger than most I'd ever seen.
He held out a hand to help me sit up. As I sat, I worked to catch my breath. He was standing between my knees, his hands on my thighs and his head dropped down as he too worked to catch his breath.
Even as we sat there, completely exhausted, I knew that if he kissed me again, or touched me again, I would want to do it all over. In the end he was right. This attraction or whatever it was between us, would always be building up to something like we did on my desk this afternoon or what we just did here in the VIP lounge. Perhaps he was right and that the only way to deal with it and make it go away was to indulge it.
He lifted his head in his piercing blue eyes gazed at me. "I didn't hurt you, did I?"
I stared blankly at him.
"Not this time or earlier on the desk? I feel like I've been rough," he said by way of explanation.
"No, pain is not what I have felt with you. Besides I'm a pretty tough cookie."
He gave me a lopsided grin, and while it wasn't a full out smile that I'd been longing to see, was bigger than those little hints of amusement before. I was right, the more he smiled, the handsome he got. He stepped away from me pulling up his pants and then he bent over to pick up my bra, underwear and dress handing them to me.
I noted that for once, he didn't have some sort of comeback or cocky line. He seemed slightly uncomfortable, then again, so did I. It seemed ridiculous to regret what we had done. And it was stupid to deny what was going on between us. Yes, we definitely were oil and water. Our personalities did not mix. But our bodies didn't care. They liked each other very much and would combust any time they were near each other.
"I'm beginning to think maybe you're right."
He stopped and stared at me. "About what?"
“About how this crazy attraction between us isn’t going to go away on its own. We need to use it up to get it out of our systems."
Both his brows shot up to his hairline in surprise.
I shrugged to pretend like it was no big deal. Because it wasn't. It was just sex. “I know Kellie and Ryan tried being friends with benefits, no strings attached and it didn't work for them, but I'm nothing like Kellie and you’re nothing like Ryan so we could probably pull it off, don't you think?"
"I'm not sure we have much choice. But I know I'd like to try," he said. He picked up the drinks that we had set down just before we got busy on the table. He handed me mine and we each sipped like we were having to pause for a moment as we moved into this new phase.
" I do have a few rules that I would like you to abide by."
Immediately his body posture morphed into the cocky, arrogant Hunter that I knew. I anticipated him saying something about how he didn't live by rules which was stupid because all his marketing ideas always stayed within the rules. I was the free spirit. But even free spirits needed guidelines.
"What are your rules?" he asked.
"This will be a no-strings attached, friends with benefits, or whatever we are with benefits.” I couldn’t say for sure that we were friends. “But during this time, you won't be friends with any other women." I set my drink down, turning so he could zip up my dress. He finished his drink and then stepped to me.
I felt the heat of his body as one of his hands went to my shoulder and the other slowly zipped up the dress, his fingers brushing along my spine sending crazy tingles through my body once again. He leaned forward, kissing my neck and drawing his lips towards my ear where he gently tugged on my lobe with his teeth. "I can agree to that. But the same goes for you. During this time, we’re exclusive."
On the one hand, I was surprised that he agreed so easily. I could understand why he wouldn't want to share me with other men, as guys usually didn’t like that. But I was surprised at how easily he agreed to not be man-whoring around the club.
I turned around to make sure I could believe him. Hunter was many things, but he hadn't struck me as being a liar. I looked up into his eyes, and said, "So that means you're not going to be tomcatting around the club anymore?"
He let out a sigh and put his hands on his hips, and that's when I was sure that he had given me lip service.
"I'm not going to be tomcatting around for women at the club. But I will be at the club.”
I put my hands on my hips and I glared up at him. "Why? In case this goes bad, you want a backup?"
He put his hands on his hips and it struck me that this is the exact position we were in just before we ended up on the table.