Rescued (Forever 5)

“Besides, we’ll probably hear them coming before they see us anyway.”

Chewing on my lip, I ran my fingers down his chest. What the hell? Why not be a little risky today?

He was eyeing me carefully. “So do you want me to find the perfect spot or what?”

I giggled. “Alright, but only if you stop telling those corny jokes.”

He mimed zipping his lips shut and tossing away the key.

Then he started leaving a trail of hot kisses down my body through the light fabric of my dress. I gasped at the sudden shift in his mood and my heart pounded in anticipation. His kisses went lower and lower, each one a promise of what he would do to me with his mouth.

Finally, his tongue brushed the inside of my thigh. A small whimper escaped my mouth. Hunter gently spread my legs apart and pulled my panties down around my ankles.

The breeze lifted my dress a little, making me feel exposed and edgy, but it all disappeared when Hunter kissed me between my thighs, teasing my sex. I squirmed as the pleasure rose in waves, and grabbed a handful of his hair, raising my hips up to meet his hot mouth.

He worked long strokes up and down my swollen lips until I was a shuddering mess, before switching to quick circular flicks on my clit. An orgasm built in my core until I was near the edge of madness. He held me there, hovering between tension and release. The hot softness of his tongue pressed against my wetness until I lost track of time.

Then his touch was suddenly gone.

I moaned his name, and became aware of the quiet outside of the distant crashing of the waves. I opened my eyes to see why he he had stopped. Hunter stared at me with a possessive gaze, unbuckling his belt. He ripped open the condom wrapper with his teeth while one hand stroked his cock. In quick efficient movements he sheathed himself while I admired his rigid length. I bit my lip, anticipating the moment that he would enter me.

Hunter rubbed my clit with his cock, teasing me. I pushed myself towards him.

“You’re so wet,” he whispered, breathless.

I nodded, unable to say anything else, but letting him know with my eyes what I wanted.

Hunter leaned his massive body above me and slid his c**k into me, inch by inch. I clutched at his back in helpless pleasure as my sex slicked pu**y stretched around his girth.

He moved in and out of me slowly several times. Then he picked up the pace, thrusting himself feverishly into me, as waves of bliss washed over my body. I squeezed his firm hips between my thighs, holding on for the ride, getting closer and closer to release.

I came. My spasms forced me to grind my pu**y against him even faster, overloading me with ecstatic sensation.

Hunter grunted, a primal rumbling from low in his chest, as he shuddered and then lay still. The warmth of his se**n spilling into the condom inside me turned me on so much, I almost came again.

We held each other, sweaty and breathless. Then he picked off a strand of hair from my face and kissed me. I had never felt so deeply satisfied.

A little while later, when I came back to my senses, I looked quickly around us in a brief moment of panic. But Hunter had been right. We were safe. There was no one was in sight.

He rolled off of me and leaned his head on my chest, still panting lightly. We caught our breaths under the tree for a while, listening to the soft chirping of crickets and the rustling of the water on the beach below.

We didn’t say anything else to each other, but we didn’t need to.

Chapter Fifteen

STRONG

The next day we dropped by the post office so I could send off my portfolio to the art competition. Hunter even brought a kazoo he borrowed from Joel, which he blew loudly when I dropped the package into the bin. It was silly, but it helped keep our minds off of Hunter’s looming test results.

Despite our mini celebration, the rest of the day was tense. We both knew that we would get his results the following day, for better or for worse.

Before we were ready the next day came and it was time to find out the test results. We told Aunt Caroline we were going to the mall and left the house in the afternoon.

Hunter had seemed pretty nonchalant on the drive over, but now that we were at the clinic, he seemed more nervous. One of the lights in the waiting room flickered on and off, buzzing like there was a bug flying around inside of it. I looked at the bright teal colored chair I was sitting in. There were rows of them arranged around the waiting room.

The room was mostly empty except for a middle aged man sitting in a wheelchair and an older lady next to him. They were having a heated whisper conversation. Hunter was at the front desk, giving them his information. When he came back, his lips were a tight thin line. He sat down without a word.

Even though he seemed like he was healthy for the past few days, we both knew that didn’t mean anything. He was fighting something that was unseen but very real. Any second it could knock him down without warning.

I could feel the panic starting to rise in my chest but I fought it down with a fury.

“Hey, it’s going to be okay,” I said. I patted his hand gently.

He looked straight ahead, his jaw clenched. “Yeah. I know.”

I didn’t know exactly what was running through his head but I could guess. Whatever the results were, I needed to let him know that I would be there for him. I reached an arm around his hunched over shoulders and leaned my head against him. Maybe I could give him some small amount of comfort.

He took shallow breaths, gripping the arms of the chair tightly.

“Do you want some water?” I asked.

“Nah.”

I watched his profile carefully. Hunter looked around the room, not volunteering anything else. His sharp gray eyes darted to the man in the wheelchair.

The whispering between the lady and the man on the other side of the room got louder.

“—just why it had to happen to me?” The man had his head in his hands. The lady was patting his back gently, making soothing noises.

Hunter stared at them, his face grim. Maybe it would help if I could distract him.

“Hey,” I said as cheerfully as I could. “Do you remember that night when we first met?”

He pulled his eyes away from the conversation across to the room, but he wasn’t giving me his full attention. “Hm? You mean at the lake?”

“No, not the lake. I guess that is when we first met, but I was thinking about the night at the Bearded Squirrel and then afterwards when we went to that broken down amusement park.”

Hunter’s eyes wandered across the room when the whispers broke into our conversation.

“—how shitty my life is now. I used to play football in high school for Chrissakes. First team all county. We were state champs. I thought I’d get to play ball with my kids one day. Now I can’t walk.”