“You know what hurts?” His hand splays over my ass, squeezing as he shifts against me and I feel his thick erection. “This hurts,” he rasps.
Holy shit, he’s hard—and so long. I reach down—I want to touch him, so much that my knees feel weak with desire—but my hand hovers over his chiseled abs. His eyes seem to glaze a little, and his warm hand closes over mine. That’s all it takes. The world folds in around me, and I’m rubbing clumsy fingers over his bulge.
Hunter moans, and I rub harder, tracing my fingertips up and down him so the fabric of his pants is melded against him and I can see the size and shape.
“You’re so big.” It’s a whisper.
He smiles, but it’s strained. Now his eyelids look heavy. As I try to encircle his tip with my fingers, his hips buck. My other hand wanders tentatively below, cupping until I’ve got the weight of his balls on my palm.
The way he jerks makes me worry I’m hurting him, but then he’s pushing himself against me, letting out a throaty groan as his hand clasps my shoulder.
“Oh God, Libby…”
I cup my palm over the thick tip of him, jutting up against the fabric of his pants, stretching the fabric so I worry if it might rip. I move my hand around under his balls, and he leans on me, dropping his face to my shoulder. “Oh fuck.”
I walk my fingertips along the rim of his thick tip, and he shudders against me. I can barely breathe for how hard I’m panting. As if he knows, his hand wanders in between our bodies, fingers smoothing down my belly, moving south, and my legs shake anticipating his touch.
“Maybe you should unzip your pants,” I whisper.
He lifts his head, looking lust-drunk, and I nuzzle his throat, then kiss him softly near his Adam’s apple. I’m still aware that this is a terrible idea, but right now I want to keep his eyes glazed and his lips parted, his body curled over mine and his hands clutching my shoulders.
My body throbs as his hands fumble with his pants. He lets out a hoarse laugh that’s part groan and I say, “Let me help you” just as he unzips his fly.
I fold his pants down, my hands quaking as I pull back the elastic of his underpants so I can reach inside and—
Oh my God, he’s gorgeous. I swear I can feel my pussy quiver at the sight of his dick, long and thick and flawless. My hand reaches for it all on instinct. My heart races when my fingers find him hard as steel—and burning hot. The second that I touch his velvet skin, he grunts and gives a little thrust.
“Libby…”
I wrap my hand around him—as much of it as I can, given his girth—and drag my fingers down him, feather-light until I reach the base, and then I stroke a little, like I learned today.
He starts to pant, and I stroke up and down again before I tentatively cup my hand and reach down lower. I’ve never fondled anyone’s balls bare before, and I’m loving the shock on Hunter’s face as he leans his shoulders back a little, looking into my eyes. His are dazed, almost glowing.
“Libby,” he groans. “Jesus.”
Then he’s pulling me back up against him, pushing my blouse up, shoving my strapless bra away and closing his mouth over my breast.
I moan, and he cups my ass and pulls me closer, so his erection rubs against me. My hand comes out of his pants and I rock against him just a little. He groans and presses his hand over mine. He thumbs me through my shorts. I whimper as his fingers work their way inside and past my underwear to stroke over my hot flesh.
“Hunter,” I pant, and he looks into my eyes, asking permission I can feel before I moan and his thick finger pushes inside.
I could die happy right here, but then we would be Hunter 2, Elizabeth 0, and I can’t let that score stand.
Using every bit of willpower I have, I reach around his arms, pushing past the elastic of his boxer-briefs to wrap my hand partway around his huge erection. My fingers glide down on each side of his cock, and he moans, pressing his forehead against mine, kissing my mouth. His is open, panting. “Elizabeth.”
The way he says my given name, all breathless and lustful, is intoxicating. I gives him a few strokes, and I swear I can feel him tremble—as if this, with me, is almost more than he can take. I stroke my fingertips over his tip and feel a damp spot.
Holy hell, I feel my heartbeat in between my legs as I rub at the slickness. He shoves his finger deeper into me, making me wonder if my legs might fail me, but I try to focus. With my other hand, I cup his balls. I’m surprised by how heavy they feel.