Her eyes popped open wide and her stomach swooped, both in anxie
ty and excitement as she wriggled her ass at him. An invitation.
His cock pressed in. He didn’t shove. More like he kept up a constant pressure until her muscles gave way and let him in.
She grunted at the feel of him. His hands caressed her hips. “You’re so beautiful. Christ, Bel, you’re so fucking beautiful.”
He leaned over and kissed along her spine even as he continued pushing in. Oh, oh, wow. It was— She felt—
“Bel, you giving me this, Christ.” He groaned low once he was fully seated in her ass, squeezing her hip with the hand not bracing on the back window. “There’s no going back.”
He reached over her shoulder to tilt her head back so she was looking at him. And what she saw in his eyes was enough to have her catching her breath.
“No more running. No more games.” He pulled out slowly and then pushed in again. Slowly, so achingly slowly. “You’re mine now.”
She was glad that he kissed her then because she didn’t know what to— How could she— She kissed him fervently, hoping a kiss could communicate what she couldn’t yet formulate in words.
“Touch yourself,” he whispered. “I don’t have a good angle and I want to feel you come around me while I’m in your ass.”
Her whole body shivered in delight at his words. He stroked in and out again. She reached and started rubbing her clit just like she did when she was alone. But she wasn’t alone now. And that made it so much hotter. God. Oh God—
“Fuck that’s so hot,” Hunter whispered, his breath hot on her neck. “Stick two fingers in your cunt. Fuck yourself with your fingers, baby.”
She let out a tortured moan as she obeyed. She was drenched and her fingers slipped right inside.
Hunter’s cock jerked in her ass. “Now three. Three fingers.” His voice was hoarse. Isobel’s breathing went shallow. He was close to losing control. God, she could hear it. And it made her own need spark like nothing ever had before.
“I’m fucking myself,” she said, her voice high-pitched and strained. “What now?”
“Aw hell, baby. Tell me what it feels like.”
“I’m tight,” she gasped. “My little cunt is a tight fit. I bet my ass is even tighter, though.” When he next thrust in, she clenched around him with all her might.
“Bel. Oh Jesus. Bel. I can’t— It’s so fucking good. I’m gonna—”
His movements got frantic. He yanked out and then jammed back in her ass. Over and over, just reaming her out and God, oh God, it was so dirty and so goddamned hot. She fucked herself with her fingers and rubbed her clit with her thumb.
“Fuck! Isobel!” He grabbed both her hips and shoved himself so far inside her, her eyes popped open wide. And she shoved her fingers in and out and ground at her clit until— until—
“Ohhhhhhhhhh—” She screamed, fingers digging into the seat as Hunter’s cum pumped into her ass and she rode out her own orgasm.
He slumped over her, breathing so hard it was like he’d just run a marathon. They were both sweaty and she was being mashed into the seat, but she barely cared.
“Shit, sorry Bel. Am I crushing you?” Hunter withdrew. He rustled behind her but she barely had the energy to look over her shoulder.
She felt limp and sated and for once, like everything was right in the world. It was such an unfamiliar, wonderful feeling, and she didn’t want it to end.
But a few seconds later, Hunter was helping her tug her pants back up her legs. It was awkward and she had to twist and stretch her legs at odd angles before she finally managed to get herself back in order. She avoided Hunter’s eyes. Because what now? After that insanely intense sex? Were they supposed to just—
“Hey.” Hunter’s voice was confident as he pulled her over to the passenger side and up onto his lap. He put his hand underneath her chin. “I meant it. No more games or misunderstandings or whatever the fuck’s been keeping us apart. You’re mine now.”
Isobel gripped his hand so tight she hoped it left a bruise. He wasn’t the only one who could leave marks. “And you’re mine.”
She didn’t know what all that meant. What kind of commitment he was claiming, if any at all. Maybe he just meant she was his in this moment. Right here, right now, they owned each other completely. That was true enough. As for the future…
But thinking of the future only brought up the past. Would Hunter be holding her so snugly if he knew what kind of person she really was?
Fear lodged in her throat. How long before she failed him just like she did everybody? No more running, he’d said. But it was what she did best.