Chapter Fifteen
Foutered: noun, one who muddles aimlessly or mucks around. Pronounced: Foo-tird.
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Eden
I raise my hand to tap the door.
I have no idea what I’m doing here.
It’s been hours since Hunter left the studio. I stood in the shower and washed away my self-pity, shame, and confusion, watching it all swirl away down the drain.
I replay Hunter’s words repeatedly. He said he wants to be with me in this lifetime. We’re meant to be, now. Does that mean forever or just a few weeks?
My thoughts have been ping-ponging back and forth since I left the studio. I’m not sure what it all means, when he goes, when The Cup is over, what happens then, I don’t know.
He’ll be on the next golf competition and halfway around the world. I’ll be here waiting around like a fool again. Is it just fun for his short time here, or can we do long distance? Would he want to do that with me?
Good grief, I am driving myself insane.
And then there’s the whole sex orgasm bit. Like how can that not be true if it’s never happened before with a man, well Jamie? Can I really have an orgasm with a man? With Hunter? Having only ever slept with one man, could I have sex with Hunter and not catch feelings? Sex even? It’s been such a long time for me. I was ready to go in all guns blazing that night in the club, but then my confidence really did take a hit. But he said he cared for me, didn’t he? Did I understand him correctly?
Christ, I don’t know anymore. I’m confusing myself.
What I do know is the look of utter disappointment on his face when he left the studio earlier. Like someone blew out the flame from his burning heart. His beautiful heart.
What did I do?
His delicate touches and the way he holds me with such care, I’m stunned by the intensity I feel at his graceful touch. A gentle giant of a man who instantly lights me up and makes me feel safe. The kindness in his eyes makes my heart bounce with delight every time I’m around him. I’m a little in awe of this perfect man.
Sharing so many of my secrets with him didn’t even scare him off. He sought me out again today.
These thoughts tapped in and out of my head as I foutered about the house.
Blowing out my mane of hair and straightening it, it then took me forever to dress in a pair of simple black high-waisted leggings and a plain white crop top.
I pace up and down the length of my house before pulling on my black and gold chunky trainers and deciding to go out. It helps me rack up at least another four thousand steps, though. Nailing my step count. Yay. Only thing I seem to be winning at today.
Which brings me to here.
I think I must have floated, because I can’t remember how I got here or who I passed or if I locked my house. I must have locked the house because my clenched fist is wrapped painfully around the ridges of my house key with my phone in the other.
I pull my hand back from the door and squeeze it tighter.
Nope, can’t do it.
Eh, should I do it now?
Or should I turn back around?
Hmm.
Maybe just a little tap.
Now?
Deep breath.
Okay.
I give the door a soft tap and then another two. Would anyone hear that? Give it a minute, nope just seconds, no one is in anyway, I reckon. Annndddd…
That’s my cue to go.
I dart away from the door just as I hear someone. “I told you, Luke, I’m not in the mood, I’m not coming out for a be…”
The door swings open.
“…Eden?”
I whip around.
Standing as tall as The Mountain from Game of Thrones, his hand touching the top corner of the door, in nothing but skin-tight black boxer shorts is Hunter.
Holy guacamole.
My jaw must fall to the ground, because Hunter’s mouth twitches slightly at the corner. Little droplets of water scatter across his impressive shoulders from his wet hair, evidence of being fresh out of the shower.
I have never seen an athletic body like his in the flesh before, well, certainly I’ve seen the athletes around here, but, you know, they all wear actual clothes. And Hunter has, like, literally, no clothes on.
Son of a monkey.
My throat’s suddenly parched; I can’t even swallow. Someone please pass me some water.
Bravo to Hunter’s parents for creating this fine specimen of a man, though.
Tanned and toned muscles galore, watch out, modeling contract, here comes Hunter. I wonder if he’s the love child of the Greek god, Apollo.
I feel very hot everywhere, suddenly. “Mmm, hey, I, eh, I wanted to come and see you and apologize for earlier. I’m not really myself and I was, eh, well, you know, I’m sorry.” I bite the inside of my mouth that now feels drier than a fossil.
I try very hard to concentrate, but my eyes seem to have a mind of their own as they follow a downward path. Zooming in on his sculpted abs creating that panty-dropping V shape. I always thought those were a myth, like the Loch Ness Monster. There are pictures, but no one's ever really seen it in the flesh. Covered by a small sprinkling of dark hair, his deep V disappears into his boxers. I clench my eyes shut to prevent me from staring at his massive concealed package.
“Erm, I should go.” I hitch my thumb toward the sports facility. “Eh, sorry, no, that way, ha.” Opening my eyes, I swipe my other thumb in the direction of my house. I put it in my mouth and start biting the crap out of my nail.
“So, I’ll be off then.” But I can’t move; I’m anchored to the gravel.
Hunter narrows his eyes, motionless, just staring.
Hunter lifts his hand off the top of the door and just as I think he’s about to close it, he opens it wide, stands to the side, and leans against the edge of the door. With one leg crossed at his ankle, he closes his eyes, arches his neck to face the ceiling, bites into his bottom lip pulling it inward, and lets out a deep audible breath. Shadows flicker across his muscles, highlighting all the divots of his delectable abs. He is sex on a stick; I really want to lick him like a lollipop.
“Hallelujah.” Miss Minnie begs for attention. Shut up, not now.
I’ve said it all along, but I really am in trouble. He is yum-mee.
Authoritatively, he booms, “You’ve got until five to come in… One… Two… Three…”
Just go in, Eden.
“Four…”
Go.
I hurry toward the open door and leap over the threshold into the cabin.
“Five. Good choice.”
Slamming the door, Hunter uncharacteristically grabs me by the waist and pushes me up against the back of the door. He pries my phone and key out of my hand and flings them onto the gray tartan sofa without looking.
Pressing both hands flat against the door, I’m now encased by his brawny arms on either side of my head. Hunter’s citrusy scents swirl in the space between us, making my head swim with intoxication. I think I might pass out.
“What are you really here for, Eden?” he asks, bringing his face down, his eyes searching mine. Oh, where did my lovely tender Hunter go? Bring him back, just for a moment, please.
“To say sorry, to apologize for being stupid and emotional and fifty levels of crazy and—” I stutter.
“Wrong answer. Try again.”
“Um, it really was to say sorry,” I whimper.
Hunter runs his nose along my jaw. “Bad girls don’t get to play nice, so try again, Cupcake. Be a good girl and tell the truth. Why are you here?”
Tell him. Tell him you want him. Tell him now.
“I want you,” I blurt out.
Smooth, Eden, really smooth.
He purrs into my neck, “Ding, ding. The girl’s got it. Do you know what happens now?”
I shake my head. I do know; please tell me though.
“You, my beautiful girl, get everything your body’s been craving since we met. Do you know what that is?”
All I can do is shake my head as my sex starts to pulse between my legs.
“Me inside of you, making you come so hard you won’t know if it's New Year or New York. It’s time to wake up Miss Minnie and unleash your inner goddess. Come out, come out, wherever you are,” he sings, sending chills down my spine. “It’s time to play. I’m going to show you what a real orgasm feels like and what it’s like to be fucked right. Are you game?”
Holy shit. This is a new side of Hunter I haven’t seen.
I blink. Yes to everything, please. Do it all. “Mm-hmm.”
Hunters flashes his trademark I’m-so-sexy smile, his lips now millimeters from mine. “You’re going to have to speak, but before you do, for the record, once we start, there’s no backing out. I’m not playing games anymore. No hot and cold, just scorching fucking heat. You and me. You’ve to leave the scared version of you at this door. I want the confident, sexy dancer version of you. You in? I need you to tell me.”
I can’t wait any longer, I'm pulsating everywhere. “Yes, I need you inside me, now,” I pant. I’ve no idea who I am.
I don’t think this was my plan coming over here.
Yeah, right, it so was.
“Easy, Cupcake.” With his big sandpaper hands, reminding me of what he does for a living, he cups my cheek with so much tenderness. This is more like my Hunter. Mine.
“I have a confession to make.”
My stomach plunges.
“As dinky as you are, I can’t carry you up the stairs because of my back. So the plan is I’m going to kiss you here and then lead you up the stairs to my bedroom and learn every curve of your sinful body. How does that sound?”
“I really like the sound of that,” I whisper in relief.
Feeling brave, I lean in, making the first move. I want him to know I want him. From desperate need, I grab his stubble-covered face. A sense of ease washes over me, like I’ve finally made my decision and all I want is Hunter.
This witty, passionate, incredible man who said I’m all his. He’s mine. At least for now.
Firmly, I press my lips to his; I’m done waiting. I want all of him. We groan into each other's mouths, savoring each other, our breaths quickly become ragged and shallow in a rocket-fueled electric kiss. Our hot possessive mouths fuse as our deep, loud breaths fill the air.
Grabbing my hips, he thrusts me into his hard cock. With barely any fabric between his boxers and my snug thin leggings, I feel every part of his impressive length. Tentatively, I use my delicate fingers to draw a featherlight path down his ripped chest. His stomach contracts beneath my touch, and I relish in the fact that I am making him react this way.
“Touch me,” Hunter mutters.
Steadily, I reach down and palm his cock over his boxers. Holy shit, how is Miss Minnie going to take that all in? Is my vagina long enough to take him? Is there such a thing as a long vagina? He’s long, thick, and rock hard.
“Fuck,” Hunter hisses against my lips. Delicately, he bites my bottom lip, then pulls it into his mouth with soft suction.
Hunter then nuzzles into my neck, nipping his teeth into the delicate skin and digging his fingers painfully into my ass.
“Can we go upstairs now?” I ask breathlessly.
“I’m ready if you are.” He thrusts his thick cock harder into my hand. “Mmm, are you sure you want to do this?” he murmurs, making me gasp as pinpricks trickle down my neck from the warmth of his hot breath.
I don’t want to wait anymore.
“Yes, I really do, Hunter.”
Without uttering another word, Hunter slowly straightens to his full height and I have to crane my neck to take in this mesmerizing man in front of me.
Holding my hand in his, I try hard not to stare as his wet erection pops out the top of his boxers. With a shameless grin, Hunter slowly turns toward the wooden stairs.
It’s only now I get a full view of his muscular, tanned back, covered edge to edge in a stunning Phoenix tattoo in vivid reds and oranges with jet-black detailing. As he walks me up the stairs, it moves across his muscular skin as if alive, flying as he takes each step, one by one.
As we reach the top of the stairs and enter his bedroom, he gives me no time to think. His skillful hands are instantly on me, lowering his body slightly to accommodate my height. He curls his athletic arms around my tiny waist, leaving no space between us now. Crashing our lips together, boldly nipping and tugging, he’s done waiting. So am I. Our teeth clash together, tongues fighting to take power, breaths gasping, demanding full surrender.
Hunter skims his hands over my waist and dips his fingers into the hem of my white crop top, lightly slipping it up over my head.
Yeah, so this is going faster than expected. I’m actually doing this. If someone could round up a cheerleading squad to cheer me on, that would be brilliant, thanks. I need all the support I can get with so many doubts flying round my head. Give me an E…
“I’ve been imagining what your nipples look like since that night in the mansion reception and you had a whole wet tee shirt competition thing going on,” he rasps against my lips. “Then you told me what color they were on the pier, but I need confirmation.” He continues to assault me with his lips as he unhooks my intricate white lace bra, then glides the delicate straps down my arms.
Hunter steps back slightly, seeking the answers he needs. “Beautiful. You have no idea how sexy you are. You have the best tits I have ever seen in my life. Big for a small girl.” He bites his tongue between his teeth with a smile, making his nose scrunch, and gives me a wicked wink.
Gosh. He thinks I’m sexy. I know he’s told me this so many times, but I feel so exposed with him, here now. A deep flush flashes over my chest.
Hunter tips my chin. “Hey, it’s time to start believing that you are one showstopper of a woman. Smart, funny, and so fucking hot. It’s time to take your control back. Own this shit, baby.” He motions to my body. “You barely have to touch me to turn me on. You’re already doing everything right.”
I can’t speak as emotion builds within my chest. He’s just everything. Handsome, caring, and he has a massive cock. Yikes. That scares me more than the actual sex part itself. Actually, that’s a lie—all of it scares me. My heart is beating faster than a mariachi band. How in the hell is it going to fit? It’s been so long for me, and he’s, like, so long.
Gah, and what if my parents saw me coming here? Crikey.
“You’re overthinking. I can see it. Free your mind. I’ve got you, baby.”
His words make my insides squirm in delight. This feels like way more than just sex. It’s not though, right? He lives thousands of miles away and he leaves soon. But…
Hunter slowly thumbs my nipple, and it instantly hardens beneath his touch.
“You’ll be pleased to know I jerked off in the shower thinking about you. Knowing you were mine all along. You just needed to work that out for yourself. So you’ll have me for much longer tonight than you bargained for; otherwise, I don’t think I would last two minutes inside of you.”
Urgent and wet, now all I can think about is him inside me. “Leggings off,” Hunter instructs, stepping backward again as if reading my mind.
Okay, I can do this. Channel Eden, the dancer. Be sexy. Wiggling my hips from side to side, I slink my leggings slowly down my short, lean legs, elegantly peeling them from my ankles before removing my trainers.
“Fucking knew it. No panties and bare. But you weren’t coming here to dance tonight, Eden, which means you were planning on coming here to work out, weren’t you? Apologize my ass. You’re a little minx,” Hunter pants.
He stalks toward me, urgently enveloping me with his broad body. Skin to skin, our naked bodies touch each other for the first time. In one swift move, he lifts me. “I may not be able to carry you all the way upstairs, but I can lift this beautiful dinky body of yours onto the bed.”
Hunter is hot and hard, everywhere. He’s breathtaking. My legs lock around his waist greedily, our lips tackling one another. Hunter bites my lip hard. I feel his clothed cock rub against my center, making me wet, and I whimper, the heat between us intensifying as a whirlwind of sensations race through my body.
Hunter roams my body with his hands as he lays me on the soft gray comforter, bodies flush together, kissing me deeply and grinding his hard hot cock against my pussy. I arch my neck, leaving his mouth. “Oh God.”
Moving south, Hunter scatters kisses over my neck, sliding slowly down to my nipples, then he tongues one with his wet mouth. Flicking and biting in fast quick licks, he pinches the other between his nimble fingers, shooting jolts of electricity through my body.
Hunter’s unbearably hard length rubs against my inner thigh. I want to see him. I slide my hand inside his boxer's waistband. Hunter grabs my wrist with a firm grip. “Nuh, uh, uh… Not yet.” He scuffs his designer stubble against the skin of my stomach, licking across toward my belly bar. “So sexy,” he says, nibbling and licking my toned stomach, his voice dripping with pleasure.
Repositioning himself, he props himself up slightly and shuffles slowly down the bed.
Placing his head between my thighs, he looks up, giving me a full-on I’ve-got-you grin. “Such a pretty pussy.”
Is this how people talk to each other during sex now?
Oh boy.
“Focus on all the sensations, baby. You’ve to tell me if anything doesn’t feel good. You’re the boss of this bedroom tonight, Eden. This is all for you.”
I look down. “I’ll tell you.”
“Good girl. I’m about to take your first orgasm.”
Will I be able to, with a man, with him? I’m going to be so pissed off if there really is something wrong with me, because I feel like I’m going to explode, and apparently we haven’t even gotten to the good stuff yet.
Just relax, feel, let go, enjoy… I slow my breathing, close my eyes, and lean in to this new experience. I want this.
Tickling my thighs with his splayed fingers, Hunter taps gentle kisses from thigh to thigh, moving closer to where I want him to really touch me.
“Touch me, Hunter. Please touch me.”
I can’t wait anymore.
I feel a soft brush of his finger on my folds. My legs voluntarily open wider as he slides it along my sex. “Wet,” Hunter mumbles.
Leisurely he slides his finger back and forth. I gasp at his foreign touch and I breathe out in a rush of anticipation.
The tension’s been building between us for weeks and I want him, now.
I watch as he spreads my lower lips with his long skillful fingers before leaning in and taking me with his incredible mouth. Holy shit.
Softly at first, then adding more pressure, he sucks my soft bud with tenderness, causing my center to pulsate and tingle with pleasure. How did he find that so fast?
Holy crap, I think I’m going to come within two touches. Flicking and lapping his hot tongue against my clit, I feel him insert his long finger into my wet, swollen flesh with merciful care. “Oh God,” I cry out.
This is new, delicious, and freeing. Never have I felt so turned on.
I lock eyes with Hunter as I look down. He smiles against my pussy and winks. Holy shit, could he look any hotter? Closing his eyes in delight, he attacks my clit, sucking and swirling gently, with the trace of a bite. He’s enjoying this. He said this is for me, but this is for him too.
The intensity of him massaging my clit combined with his finger pumping in and out of my dripping sex creates the sensation of joyous pleasure building within me. This is beyond extraordinary. I feel him insert another finger as he picks up the pace, simultaneously pressing against a spot so deep inside, it makes me lose my breath.
“Ah, do that again,” I beg.
Faster now, I feel this new sensation rise as I writhe against Hunter’s mouth. “Oh, yeah. Just like that.” The sounds of my breath and wet sex swirls in the air. He’s so good at this. Holy shit.
Hunter’s warm mouth leaves my pussy suddenly and everything stops. What? I wait a couple of seconds. Then I lift up on my elbows to see what the hell he’s doing. “I think we should stop, don’t you? I don’t think this is working.” He looks up at me with a yard-wide smile and warm, dark eyes.
He is the devil.
“You need to be quiet now, look pretty, and don’t stop what you started,” I blow out in a huff, flinging my head back onto the pillow. I don’t want tender anymore; I’m teetering on the edge of insanity.
“You have three choices here,” he says calmly as he slides his fingers painfully slowly inside of me again, forward and backward.
“Oooooh, so good.” Grinding my hips, I urge him to go faster and deeper.
“Slow and steady.” He kisses my clit. “Fast and furious.” Clit kiss. “Or we can stop and watch some Netflix. Lady’s choice. What will it be?” He flattens his rough tongue to my tender bud, hard.
“Ah.” I lift my head and command, “Fast and furious.”
I’ve turned into a crazed woman.
Hunter chuckles against my skin as he turns his head and plants a gentle kiss on my inner thigh before dragging his tongue back to my clit.
This guy.
Fire grows hot deep in my core as Hunter laps at my bundle of nerves again.
Pleasure builds, swooping all over my body.
I arch my back off the bed and clasp his head with my thighs. Taking my cue, he licks faster, kissing and flicking my bud with his expert tongue, over and over. He really should have some sort of accreditation for how good he is at this.
Oh dear God.
I sneak a glance at Hunter. He’s grinding his hips into the bed to ease his own pressure that’s building. Eyes closed, devouring me with his mouth, he’s in the moment too, enjoying it all.
Hot, searing bolts of pleasure strike through me.
Untamed, Hunter picks up the pace, pistoning his fingers in and out again and again, arching his fingers inside me in a beckoning position, hitting a newfound spot I didn’t know existed. “I think I’m gonna come,” I rasp out.
I reach down, entwining his dark hair between my fingers and push his face harder into my clit. Suddenly, an explosion of convulsions scatter outward throughout my body as I cry out Hunter’s name.
“Holy shit.” Clasping the bed cover with my other hand as if to stop me floating off the bed, Hunter lets out a loud, long, breathy hot groan against my swollen bud. He’s so turned on, it’s fucking hot.
Warmth and tingles flood all over my body as my heart hammers fast in my chest.
Flushed and tingling, Hunter mercifully kisses my clit again as I release his hair from my tight grip.
“Ooooh, too much, that’s so sensitive.”
I suck in several breaths, trying to calm myself as my shudders subside.
My emotions take over and a small tear of joy and relief slides down the side of my temple. What is wrong with me?
Placing a small kiss just above my clit, Hunter removes his fingers from my soaking wet center, and I whimper at their removal. Leisurely crawling up my body, his gorgeous face comes into view above me. “Hi,” he whispers. “There’s my girl.”
He takes his fingers and sucks them into his mouth.
“You taste fucking delicious.”
Hot damn is he dirty.
“Hey, baby, what’s the matter?” His face drops suddenly, full of concern.
‘That was—”
“Incredible, Hunter, you’re the best. Amazing. Hunter, you made me come so hard.”
I giggle as he lightens the moment. He always knows exactly how to handle my emotions. “You’re so silly. Stop spoiling the moment. But, yes, all those things. I feel a little overwhelmed. I actually orgasmed with you. It felt wonderful.” I can’t quite believe it. It felt so liberating.
I taste myself on him as he leans in for a kiss, which doesn’t seem to bother me. All of this feels so unexpected.
“Thank you,” I say with a shy smile.
“You don’t have to thank me.” He wipes the small tear away with the pad of his thumb. “Your body is meant for pleasure; let yourself surrender. Your name even means place of pleasure; it’s a rite of passage. Let me look after you, baby. I really want to and I want you to enjoy it all.”
He whispers into my neck, “Eden, there is nothing wrong with your body, baby. You just needed someone who cares about you and who knows what they're doing.”
He cares about me. He’s said this before. So this isn’t just about sex? He said it earlier in the studio too. I heard that correctly then. Oh God, somebody catch me.
A nervous laugh escapes me again. “Do you really know what you’re doing?”
“Damn straight I do, you have firsthand experience now.”
I clasp his gorgeous face in my hands and gaze into his eyes. “I feel wonderful, Hunter.”
“Seriously, are you okay?”
“Yeah.” I smile.
Swooping in, he kisses me with urgency. “I need to be inside you now; it’s about to get even better,” he says, grinding against me.
“I want to see you.” I expel a slow, steady hiss.
Hunter takes his time to lean back on his knees. With my hand in his, he pulls me up.
Don’t be scared, Eden, you can do this.
Dipping my fingers into the thick waistband of his tight trunks, I gently slide them down and off, exposing his beautiful enormous cock, glistening with pre-come. He’s ready.
I’ve no idea if there is such a thing as a pretty penis. But he has one.
“Does it ever go down? It’s huge.”
Hunter loves my words as he proudly places his hands on his hips. “You’re about to find out, my beautiful girl.”
My beautiful girl.
Hunter leans over to open the drawer of his bedside table. I watch confused as he shuffles about a little. Finally finding what he was looking for, he pulls out a box of condoms.
Worry hits me. Aw crap. “Ah, I, eh, shit, I’m allergic to condoms. Well, latex, those. I never thought. I’m such an idiot.” I smack my hand to forehead. “I’m really shit at all this bedroom stuff. Way to spoil the moment.”
“You are not. No more of that trash talk. Are you messing with me? About the condoms?” He shakes the box.
“Nope. I get flu-like symptoms and break out in hives. Super attractive.”
Disappointment rushes across Hunter’s gorgeous face. Mine, too.
I clear my throat. “I have an implant, like the contraceptive pill implant.” I point to the top of my arm. “I suffer from bad period cramps too, so it works for me. I’m totally clean. Like Virgin Mary clean. Well, you know this. Are you clean?”
He groans and rolls his neck back as if he’s imagining himself inside of me skin to skin. “I’m clean. I haven’t been with anyone in a long time.” His eyes beam now, looking at me. “I get tested all the time, not that I’ve needed to in the last few years, unless you count my hand. I think he’s clean.” He raises his hand and wiggles his fingers.
He’s so funny and refreshingly honest.
Gosh, I really do like him.
He leans in. “Are you sure? I’ve never had sex without a condom before.”
“I’m positive.” I chuckle. “Sorry, that’s not the right word to use; I mean yes.”
Hunter sucks in a breath. “Jesus, Eden, you’re my dream girl.”
My heart leaps.
Hunter palms his large hand across my chest, motioning me to lie back. Slowly he drifts over me again.
Face-to-face, he stills, his eyes glinting. I notice something change in them. He’s thinking. What is he thinking?
“You’re so uniquely beautiful,” he says.
Before I get the chance to tell him I think he’s beautiful too, he assaults my mouth with his tongue and swallows my words.
Settling between my legs, Hunter nudges my legs wider and slides his knees down. His now dripping wet length rests against my inner thigh.
Flicking my nipples with his thumb and forefingers, I tilt my pelvis to his. I want to feel him inside me. “I need you.”
With languid movements, Hunter slides his hard cock through my bare flesh, teasing all my senses. Taking his face in my hands, cupping the stubble of his cheeks, I lock my eyes with his. “Please be gentle.”
“Always.”
Reaching down, Hunter slowly glides a finger over my clit before sliding it into my wet heat.
In and out he moves, getting me ready, before guiding the tip of his magnificent cock into my entrance.
Dear Lord, this is good.
“Oooooh,” I whimper.
“Just relax, baby. You’re so wet and ready for me; I know you can take me.”
“I like your confidence, Mr. King, but I’m not so sure.” I take in the pain and pleasure cocktail.
“Kiss me.” He closes the small gap and devours my lips. Passionate predatory kisses bite at my mouth as pleasure sparks in waves between us.
“Suck my finger.”
He presses his finger against my tongue and I suck. Hard.
Ravishing my mouth with his, with his finger still in my mouth, we pant quickly, tongues tangling, licking, and me sucking. He growls wildly.
Hunter takes his finger, lowers it between our bodies, then coats my clit with gentle taps. Instantly, I feel a rush of wetness.
I was right back in the field at my car all those weeks ago. I really am going to die… Death by hot guy… Death by orgasm from the hot guy.
Since when did sex become so hot? I’ve been missing out all this time.
Wanting to take him in more, I lift my hips and drive him a little deeper.
Kissing me to distract me from his size, he tantalizes my senses, pushing his cock further into my body.
Inch by torturous inch, he tentatively slides and glides back and forth. He hisses in pleasure as his strokes become slightly longer and deeper, coating his cock with my desire.
Fudge nuggets, that stings a bit. I clench my eyes.
“Are you okay?”
“You are so big. Mmmm…”
“Do you want me to stop?”
I open my eyes and stare up at this majestic man. “No way, keep going.”
“Thank fuck.” He smiles and I do too.
Lips locked firmly together, our wet and warm tongues collide in fury.
My body opens up for him as he gently pats my clit, sending molten heat everywhere. I spread my legs wider in invitation.
Hunter removes his hand between us, allowing him to nudge forward as I feel him enter me fully.
“There you are, baby. Fuck, you feel so good. You are so fucking tight.” He moans, whispering against my lips in his American twang I’ve grown so much to love.
This is a little painful, but holy shit it feels great.
We kiss as Hunter stills inside of me, allowing me to adjust to his incredible size.
“We fit together perfectly in every way,” Hunter growls into my mouth.
Slowly he starts to move in and out of me. I feel a little burn at first but oh wow, this feels great and close, we are so close.
Then we really move together. Rocking in and out, Hunter buries himself deeper.
He whispers dirty things in my ear, none of which I recall, but they turn me on like an electrical surge.
He’s so goddamn good at this.
“Hunter, that feels so good,” I breathe. “Give me more.”
Breathing hard against each other’s lips, we gaze at each other as if we can’t believe after all these weeks we are actually doing this.
He lifts himself up slightly, arms on either side of my head, and thrusts his hips in and out with intensity, sending my senses into overdrive.
Bowing his head, he dusts kisses onto my neck and across my chest as I dig my nails into his lower back.
“You’re so sexy, Eden. Fuck, I’m not gonna last. Are you okay?”
I simper, “Yes, please don’t stop.”
Slowly I palm my hands down to his rock-hard glutes and squeeze hard, urging him to move faster.
“Harder, Hunter, Harder,” I demand.
But he slows down.
“Greedy girl.” He chuckles. “Tilt your hips slightly, baby.”
I do.
“That’s it.”
With a rough thrust, a thrum of sensations fire through me.
Holy shit. What in the hell was that?
“Do you feel that Eden?”
“Hell, yeah.”
“G-spot jackpot, baby. You better saddle up for one of the most epic fucking orgasms of your life. I hope you’re ready for this.”
Hunter circles his hips, thrusting back and forth.
“Ooh, that’s amazing, keep doing that,” I whimper.
With wild abandon, Hunter leans back and wraps his expansive hands around my tiny waist, two hands almost encircling it, holding me firm. He tips my hips so they're slightly off the bed. “Can you do that again? Pivot your pelvis a bit.”
Of course, I’m bloody doing that again. That felt incredible.
He picks up the pace again, his strokes becoming faster and unhinged.
The twilight filters through the curtains shining across his striking athletic body. Bolts of energy fire through me at lightning speed. Our breathing becomes heavy and loud.
Teasing my newfound magic spot back and forth, I feel him so deep inside me, I can’t hold off any longer. Tiny sparks turn into a blaze.
“Are you close?” he asks, breathing heavy now.
“Yes!”
I think I stop breathing before I arch my back; instinctively I cup my breast and pinch my nipple, hard.
“Fuck yeah,” Hunter growls. “Come for me, baby. I can’t stop it. I’m gonna come.”
Hunter pounds into me hard with everything he’s got. My orgasm builds so fast, my body shatters into a thousand splinters of ecstasy as wave after wave gives me the most incredible pleasure imaginable.
I come fast and hard around him as I’m overwhelmed by all the tingling sensations buzzing through me.
I gasp for air as white spots sparkle behind my eyes and I feel Hunter spill himself inside of me as he comes hard and fast, pulsing into my sex, roaring loudly as he comes, muttering words of desire.
“Fuck,” he groans.
Fluttering my eyes open, I watch Hunter arch his neck back in sheer euphoria. Butterflies dance in my tummy at the sight of this magnificent man before me.
My creamy pale skin stands out like a full moon on a clear night against his deeply tanned long, lean body. We are complete contrasts of each other.
As we ease out of our orgasm haze, Hunter carefully bows down and holds me close, kissing me with featherlike kisses as our breathing calms. My stomach clenches as newfound feelings wash over my body. I feel at peace and at ease in his caring arms.
“You’re mine now.” Hunter pants into my neck.
What does he mean?
This is only supposed to be a for a few weeks. I’m not his.
All of this feels alien to me. To be this close to someone, so soon. It feels unnerving and intimate.
My heart raps against my chest with each breath.
Hunter pulls back slightly, gazes at me, then beams a dazzling smile from ear to ear.
“I’m a fucking vagician,” he says proudly and strokes the pad of his thumb gently against my temple.
I can’t help but giggle. “Oh my God, Hunter. Is this how it’s going to be?”
“What do you mean?”
“You, spoiling all our special moments?”
“Nope, just this one time. I promise. Making you come twice does things to my ego. Which is currently bigger than the Empire State Building.” Then he kisses me again. “I want to stay like this forever. You feel so good,” he whispers against my skin.
We kiss for a long time, and eventually he slowly slides out of me.
Rolling over to my side, we lie face-to-face. He smooths his hand across my bottom, pulls me in to him, and kisses me wistfully.
I don’t ever want him to stop.
It’s crazy to think I’ve only known this man for a few weeks. It feels like we’ve known each other forever.
Hunter certainly knows his way around my body. Like a map, he followed the directions perfectly, ensuring my safe arrival at my final destination, twice.
Relishing this heart-touching moment, he holds my gaze with his dark eyes that make me feel luminous.
“You’re a beautiful man, inside and out, Hunter King. Where did you come from?”
With a wide white beam lighting his entire face, he says, “Well, that’s easy. Seminole, Florida.”
A little worry sprinkles over my heart at his words. He lives so far away. I really like him. A few weeks of fun with Hunter sounds fantastic, but I think I want more.
“You give me all the feels, Hunter King.”
“You give me all the feels too, little Eden Wallace. Come here.”
Tucking my head under his chin, I snuggle in against his brawny hot chest.
“You were incredible, baby. How do you feel? God, I hope I wasn’t too rough. I kind of got a little bit excited,” he says, rubbing my back.
“Normal. Well, not normal, because that felt otherworldly. I’ve been missing out all these years. I feel alive. Thank you. I think you’re trying to kill me though. My heart's never beat so fast and I think I stopped breathing too,” I say, laughing. This is all so new for me; I feel like I want to tell anyone who’ll listen what I just felt. It was magical.
Hunter chuckles. “Death by orgasm. There are worse things to die of and please stop thanking me. I am the vagician after all.”
“I can’t believe you said that. You are so strange.” I get a fit of the giggles. I think I’m seriously delirious.
“Stop laughing.” Hunter tickles my sides. “It’s an actual thing; look it up in the urban dictionary. It means you will never go home unsatisfied. You’re not going home tonight, Cupcake. You’re staying here with me. First, we’re going to have a shower, then I’m gonna show you what your body can really do and how much better it can feel each and every time.”
My giggling subsides.
Smoothing his thumb down my cheek. “You and me. We were meant to be. Your orgasms were meant for me, and me only. Miss Minnie feels fucking awesome and is back on the payroll.”
I love how he continually flips from being sultry and sexy to deep down and dirty in swift succession.
But he must mean my orgasms are his just for a few weeks. Doesn’t he?
“I had no idea how your enormous putter was going to fit,” I tease.
He frowns. “You know all that shit you’ve been told. It’s all lies. You look smokin’ hot when you come undone. You are so hot, baby. You turn on me on like a dream; your body works beautifully.”
“I know that now. Jam…”
He places a finger over my mouth, shushing me. “Ah, ah, ah, first bedroom rule, no ex talk, just sex talk.”
I smile against his finger and suck it into my mouth and bite down.
“Fuck, don’t do that. You’ll make me hard again.”
I suck and then softly push it out of my mouth with my tongue, planting a kiss on the end. Hunter’s eyes spike with desire.
“Goodie, I want more,” I tease.
“What is it with you and finger sucking? It’s fucking hot.” Dragging his hand down his face, he says, “I knew this would happen. I’ve unleashed a sex kitten.”
“Hmmm, I’m not sure yet. I think I need a few more demonstrations to convince me if I should become one.” I shyly look up.
I hope we’re having more sex again tonight. Taking my shot, I make my intentions known.
I bounce off the bed and slap his backside. “C’mon, in the shower, I’m ready for round two.”
I spin around and dance off toward the shower as Hunter leaps from the bed.
“Who’s trying to kill who now? You asked for this; you’d better buckle up.”