“Yes, then. I want you to fuck me.”
“How bad?”
“So bad, Hunt.”
“Like you need it to breathe?”
“Yeah.”
“Like you need to be owned?”
I sucked in a breath, nodding helplessly. “Yes—”
He moved into me, and it was exactly as I had expected it to be: harsh, possessive. His thrust was felt in every inch of my body. I let out a small cry, toes curling as my heart burst in my chest. Pain and pleasure coated my insides as I panted into the pillow, holding on for dear life as he fucked me like I was a ragdoll, skimming his teeth along my shoulder, nipping and biting and sucking feverishly.
His hand slid under my belly, finding my centre, stroking me as he took me. I moaned, delirious, completely lost to him. I faintly heard the knocks, but I was lost to the wicked fingers of Hunter.
“We know you’re in there,” a voice faintly said.
I groaned, nearing the edge of an orgasm. Hunter barely paid mind to the visitor, grunting as he fucked me.
“Sav!”
He stilled, cursing under his breath. His front was pressed firmly against my bare back, his heart thundered against me as he gritted out, “What the fuck, Miles?”
“You didn’t answer the fucking door,” Miles snarled.
“I’m busy.”
“I can see that, but we’re calling for an emergency meeting—”
“I’m busy,”Hunter repeated, this time more harshly than the last.
My body twitched, my mouth gaping open because Hunter was still stroking me, still building an orgasm out of me. I could hardly concentrate, too lost in a cloud of lust to care that Miles was standing over us. His footsteps rounded the bed, and I faintly saw his outline from my peripheral, his jeans and leather jacket, the fact his arms were crossed like he was pissed.
I knew he couldn’t see me. My hair had fallen over my face, my body was completely swallowed up by Hunter, his jeans chafing along my legs from his powerful strokes. His bare chest was pressed so firmly against me, I wondered what part of me exactly could have been visible.
But the thought of it…
I sucked in a moan, my excitement striking like a bolt of lightning through me.
In my fog of lust, I shut my eyes and pretended that heavy presence belonged to Leo. That it was him hovering over us, that it was him watching Hunter fuck me so hard, I had to bite my lip not to scream. I imagined him standing where Miles was, undressing himself, touching himself, excited by Hunter’s possessive strokes as he built me up and fucked me to orgasm.
God, he fucked me right there, before Miles, with those long and hard strokes, lost to his own desire.
Pleasure washed over me, so unbelievably powerful, I dug my nails into my palms, enjoying the prolonged feeling as it ebbed away slowly. I sensed Hunter’s urgency, his excitement as though he too liked to be watched. But he kept me beneath him, making sure I wasn’t discernible to Miles. That the passion I unleashed was still his and that he would not share it.
Then there was stillness. Hunter’s heart thudded against mine, his unruly hair running along my face as he rested his head on the pillow next to me. I turned my head to look at him, staring at him with cloudy eyes. His face were bright, that just fucked look so handsome on him, I wound up running my finger along his cheek, loving how carefree he looked.
I’d totally forgotten about Miles. Until he mumbled with humour, “Not sure how the fuck she manages to fit it,”
His footsteps moved away from the bed as Hunter’s chest rumbled with laughter. I felt his hardness still deep within me. He wasn’t softening, and I winced as I felt the raw ache where the pleasure was.
“I can’t believe we just did that,” I whispered the second Miles was gone.
“Did what?”
“You know what, Hunter Dawes.”