“Hunter,” I moaned.
I squirmed beneath him, pushing my chest up into his mouth as he flicked the tip of his tongue over my nipple. His fingertips trailed soft caresses down my neck and across my chest, sending tiny shivers of pleasure across my body. I pulled one of his fingers into my mouth and began sucking on it, pulling a sexy groan from his lips that vibrated through my chest. His lips tightened around the tip of my breast and he sucked the point as I sucked his finger. Filled with need, my hips bucked impatiently into his. He responded by growling and clamping my nipple with his teeth.
“Ohhh.” I exhaled a shaky breath.
The sharp sensation pierced through the fog clouding my mind, erasing lingering feelings of despair and numbness. It was an exquisite mix of pleasure tinged with an edge of pain, and it was even better when he soothed the spot with tender, placating licks afterward. Deep down I knew he could do this; he could strike away the pain that haunted me even if it was for only a brief moment. I knew it because of the charge I got every time I was near him. Only he could make me feel this way. Only Hunter could make me feel truly normal—no, not normal—better than that. Alive.
I could feel him growing hot and hard through the towel around his waist. He began slowly, softly grinding himself against my thigh even as he gently caressed me with his hands and kissed my breasts.
“Hunter,” I whispered. “Your towel.”
“I know,” he groaned softly. “I’m sorry. I’m getting a boner around you again. I can’t help myself . . .”
I cupped his cheek and gently tilted his gaze up to meet mine. “I don’t want you to help yourself.”
I slipped my fingers into the waist of the towel and slowly pulled it away. His cock fell heavily against my thigh with a dull slap, the heat of the engorged flesh searing my skin.
His hand tightened around my waist. “Are you sure?”
I stared deeply into those dark irises. I didn’t know what troubles laid behind them that caused him so much pain but I didn’t need to. I knew I wanted to make him forget about them. I knew I wanted him to do the same for me. My hands fumbled for the burning rod against my thigh and I stroked the head gently with the pads of my fingers. Butterfly touches stuttered his breath.
“Jesus, that feels so good.” He winced, pained by the pleasure of gentle touches. I continued massaging him delicately—without lubrication—and a tear fell from his eye onto my cheek. “The way you touch me, Lorrie . . . I’ve never felt anything like this before. I can’t explain it.”
“I care about you, Hunter. Can you feel it?” I took his palm and placed it against my heart. “I’m so sorry for hurting you. I’m sorry for avoiding you, pushing you away.” A tear of my own rolled down the side of my face onto the pillow. “I’m sorry for being so selfish. I’m sorry for being such a fucked up person and complicating your life.”
“Shhh shhh.” He hushed me softly. “You don’t need to apologize.” He wiped the tears from my eyes with his thumb then wiped his own. “It’s behind us now. The past doesn’t matter when we have tonight and the future.”
I took his thumb and kissed it dearly, tasting the salty pain of both of us on my lips. It was all coming out. The tears. The pain. The emotions. Everything we’d held back. Everything we hid away to appear strong on the outside. I’d never seen this wave of emotions from Hunter before and the force of it was enough to shatter everything I thought I knew about him, about me, and about us. We were bare physically and emotionally. Without needing words, for the first time we were being completely honest with one another.
I tenderly wiped his eyes and then mine. With my palm damp with tears, I wrapped my hand around his cock and began stroking the length of it. He had said we could do this together, that we could be strong together. I wanted him to know I understood that the pain we endured—the tears we shed—could be used to heal one another.
He groaned from the sensation. “Your hand . . . “ he stuttered. “It’s too much, Lorrie. It feels too good.”
I stroked him slowly but insistently, feeling him growing hotter, witnessing the need in his eyes becoming stronger. He gently but urgently thrust his hips into my firm grasp, softly grunting with each drive. I watched his pleasure-tortured expression with fascination, feeling a swelling ache developing between my thighs.
Hunter slid himself smoothly from my hand as he ducked below my waist. He dug his fingers into the band of my panties and looked up at me. “I want these off.”
I nodded silently and wiggled my hips to help him, my belly fluttering with heated anticipation. Slipping the small fabric from my feet, he cast them to the floor where my other clothes lay haphazardly. Then he lifted my legs onto his broad shoulders and planted his lips against the inner flesh of one thigh.
He kissed along my leg, his mouth edging dangerously close to my sex. I clenched against the urge to hide from him even as he firmly held my legs apart. “I’m not going anywhere, Lorrie. You can’t avoid me or push me away this time. I’m gonna be right here, giving you what you need.”
Growling, he dove down and began flicking his tongue against my clit. I balled the velvety sheets in my fists trying to hold on as a flood of sensations and emotions overwhelmed me. I hadn’t had sex in almost two years but the long absence of partner stimulation couldn’t fully explain the waves of pleasure coursing through my body. Hunter’s expert tongue was just that good.
“Hunter, it feels too good . . . Don’t stop.”
The pace of his fluttering tongue quickened. My legs shook as I struggled against his restraining hands to squeeze my thighs against his head. He groaned into my depths, vibrating my folds with his yearning. Then he began sucking on the sensitive flesh of my clitoris. My head arched back against the pillow and my lips parted to release fervent moans. As he alternated between firm suction and feather-light licks, I could feel a fire growing in my sex. His confident movements had just the right amount of pressure and friction to drive me wild. I’d never experienced oral sex this good before let alone half this good. It wasn’t long before I shattered. I came harder than I ever had—either by myself or with someone else. I closed my eyes and pressed the back of my head into the pillow as a string of obscenities sputtered softly from my lips.
I faintly heard Hunter’s voice through the roaring in my ears. “God, you’re so adorable when you come. I could watch you come all night.”
He kissed my thighs tenderly as I hovered in post-climax bliss. Moments later, he inserted the tip of one finger into me and gently thrust it in back and forth.
“Want more?” he asked, teasing me with shallow penetration.
“I need more,” I breathed. “Much more.”
His thrusts came deeper and faster, firing sensitive nerves in their wake. The rhythm was quick and steady, further fueling my desire instead of satisfying it. I’d been barely able to resist Hunter before we’d even kissed, and now that he was pleasuring me, I could scarcely contain myself. My hips bucked into his finger in tune with his thrusts, eager for more.
“I feel it again . . . I’m coming, Hunter.”
I looked down to see him watching me intensely. “Don’t fight it, Lorrie. Let go. Let me see you come.”
I came again. The world turned dark for a moment and my body trembled from the aftershocks. I panted for my breath and struggled to recollect the pieces of my mind. “Oh god Hunter, you make me come so hard . . .”
“We’re not done yet, Lorrie,” he grunted, desire oozing from his voice making me want him even more.
He reached into a bedside drawer and brought out a shiny packet. After sheathing himself, he pulled back the covers and we curled up beneath his sheets. He wrapped one arm across my chest holding me tightly as we lay sideways with my back to him. I felt him nudging at my entrance. Realizing how big he was, I was suddenly grateful for the orgasms loosening me in preparation to receive him.
“You ready?” he whispered into my ear.
I bit my lip and nodded, eager to feel him insid
e me.
Hunter pushed his hips forward slowly, parting my folds with his cock and beginning to slide in gently. “Ah, god. You’re so tight, Lorrie.”
I sucked in a deep breath as the head cleared. “It’s been a while since I’ve been with someone,” I answered softly.
“You’re so gorgeous. I’m so glad you’re with me.” He pushed in to the hilt and I moaned from the sensation.
He started with slow, gentle thrusts allowing me to accommodate to his size and the feeling of impossible fullness. I reached back to grip his buttocks, encouraging him. His drives came harder and quicker, pulling cries of pleasure from both our lips. After an extended period, I came for a third time. As I contracted around him, he growled painfully. He thrust a few more times then I felt the condom fill with his hot seed.
I didn’t know how long we lay there, our bodies fit together like spoons. I was so exhausted from all the crying and all the climaxes that I had lost track of time. As I listened to Hunter’s steady breathing in my ear—vaguely musing on the orgasm hat trick he had performed—I dozed off.
Chapter Eighteen
SHUT-IN
Sunlight flickered against my face, bringing me slowly to consciousness. I woke to find myself nestled beneath Hunter’s chin. My arms were around him and his arms were around me. My heart beat steadily, calmly. The moment was like when I fell asleep on his couch while watching horror movies. Except this time, there was no question about whether we had sex. I vividly remembered the tears and multiple orgasms from last night. I remembered the connection we’d made and the feelings that had poured out of both of us. I didn’t want to run this time. I wanted to stay in his bed and hoped I’d never have to leave.
I knew Hunter and I weren’t friends anymore. Friends didn’t fall asleep nestled together naked like lovers.
I shifted my leg which was wrapped over Hunter’s and realized his cock was still inside me though no longer hard. I silently watched his chest rise and lower steadily with each breath, wondering how I ended up in this situation. This wasn’t a dream—there was no way I could dream up something this good.
Hunter’s eyes opened lazily. “Lorrie?”
“Morning, sleepyhead.” I ran a hand through his hair, tousling dark brown strands; the soft, silky strands slipping between my fingers was even better than I’d imagined it’d be.
He smiled. “You stayed.”
I smiled back. “Yes, I did,” I said softly.
He gently pulled me to him and we kissed.
“God, it’s so good to see you laying beside me,” he said. “If I woke up and found you weren’t here, I probably would’ve lost it.”
“It would take a major catastrophe to keep me away from you.” I nuzzled my nose against his, finding the hard edge soft and pliable. Gentle butterfly kisses stuttered our breaths as I ran my fingertips along his arm where the hammer was etched. I could hardly believe someone with such savagely beautiful muscles could be so tender. Hunter was unlike any guy I’d ever met—or probably would ever meet. He was a walking contradiction: fierce yet tender, strong but damaged. Soon our nuzzling became a mini-makeout session.
“Mmm I like kissing you,” he said. “Your lips are so soft, you’re so soft everywhere.” He gently squeezed my hips. “You’re like my favorite body pillow.” He wrapped his arms around me and crushed my breasts against his chest.
“Your lips are soft too.” I touched his lips gently with my finger. “But everywhere else, you’re hard as a rock.” I poked his abs and he surprisingly giggled like the Pillsbury Doughboy. “So you really are ticklish?” I said, stunned. “You weren’t faking it last time.”
His expression was mock serious. “That’s my weakness. Please don’t tell my opponents.”
I laughed. “I can just imagine ‘Mr. Hyde’ taking you down and then tickling you in the ribs. ‘Goochy goochy goo!’ The ref would have to end the fight because people would be booing and throwing tomatoes into the ring.”
He chuckled and brushed my hair behind my ear. “You wouldn’t want to see two half-naked muscular guys tickling one another?”
I thought about it for a second. “Nah, I think that would be more silly than sexy. It just wouldn’t be very manly.”
“Ya know, one time I was sparring with Gary and he accidentally grabbed one of my ticklish spots and I started laughing. He thought I was making fun of him and he got pissed. Broke a punching bag and stormed off.”
“Gary did say you had a shitty ground game.”
“Did he?” Hunter chuckled again. “That sounds like him.”
“I could take you.” I smirked.
“Mmm . . . that sounds like a challenge. Well, Ms. Hide, shall we have a sparring session?”
We sparred for a long time, breaking all the MMA rules by using licking, biting, and deliberate groin attacks. By the time the sun had risen to its peak, we’d blown through four condoms and half a bottle of lube. But we were still without a winner. We were about to keep going but the kittens began mewing for their food.
“Ah, we should take a break and feed the babies their breakfast,” Hunter groaned, moments after filling up the fifth condom.
“Agreed,” I panted. I rested the back of my hand against my forehead noting the faint traces of sweat there. “We can continue this afterward.”
After putting on a pair of athletic shorts Hunter supplied me, I grabbed one of his infamous hoodies laying on the back of his desk chair. I slipped it on, zipped it up, and took a moment to inhale his manly scent lingering in the fabric.
He looked at me and frowned. “Why do you have to look so good in my clothes?”
I eyed him. He was wearing a white v-neck that stretched against his muscles and gray sweatpants that hung loose around one side of his waist exposing the fact that he wasn’t wearing any underwear beneath. “Why do you have to look so good in your clothes? And without your clothes . . .”
“Don’t tempt me, Lorrie,” he said darkly. “It’s already taking every bit of willpower to go on this break.”
I blushed. “Me too. I can’t wait to get you back in the sack—after we feed the babies.”
We went into the kitchen and found the kittens awake and lively. Rampage and Taylor were playing with a plush mouse together. They were usually fighting, so the sight of them enjoying one another’s company was remarkable. Twenty minutes later, we finished feeding the kittens. We both affectionately looked at all six of them sleeping together in their bed.
“Do you think they think of us as their parents?” I asked, sitting on the kitchen floor with my head resting against Hunter’s shoulder and both of us leaning against the bottom cupboards.
“Probably,” he said. “We’ve been taking care of them almost since they were born.” His arm around my shoulder, he kissed the top of my head.
“But we’re not cats,” I offered.
“It doesn’t matter; they don’t have their real parents. The kittens are fortunate that they’re so young—they won’t know what it’s like to lose their parents, or be neglected by them. To them, we’ve always been their parents. And I think we’ve been doing a pretty good job so far.”
I murmured approval, dimly pondering the implications. It was hard to deny our affections for the kittens and the kittens’ affections for us. Rampage loved Hunter and Hunter loved him.
“Want something to eat?” Hunter asked, moving his arm affectionately around my waist as we stood up from the kitchen floor.
“Sure, I could use a little more energy,” I said, looking up at him. “I could also use a shower.”
“What’s the point when you’re just going to get hot and sweaty again?” He grinned.
I smiled. “I have to set a good hygiene example for the kids,” I said jokingly. “Especially if you don’t.”
“So responsible. Ya know, if you really want to teach them proper grooming, I can help you with that.”
“How would you help me, when you’re the one who’s making me need a shower in the first
place?”
“Cats lick one another. So if you’ll stand still . . . I know just the spot too.”
I laughed and playfully slapped his rock-hard chest. “Aren’t you a silly one? Humans don’t do that.”
Hunter smiled wickedly. “Alright fine, I’ll have to show you later. In the meantime, I’m gonna cook us some breakfast. Eggs, sausage, and toast okay?”
“Sure, I’d love that. Thank you,” I said as I began moving toward the bathroom.
“Oh, and Lorrie—”
I halted my gallop and turned to face him. “Yes?”
“Don’t lock the door,” he said. “I’m gonna join you and we’re gonna pick up where we left off.”
The way he looked at me and said those words sent a surge of desire between my legs. I wanted to jump on him right there and tear off those sagging sweatpants with my teeth. Instead, I took a deep breath to calm myself and simply smiled at him innocently. “Okay Gunther, I’ll be waiting.”
I could feel Hunter’s eyes burning a hole in the back of my athletic shorts as I strolled back into the bedroom. I pulled my phone out of my jean pocket and sent a quick text to Daniela letting her know I was hanging out with Hunter, so she wouldn’t worry. Then I skipped to the bathroom. Breathing in the familiar clean smell of the bathroom, I looked at myself in the mirror.
Wow, I look like a mess.
Although there were no bits of algae and ice caught in my hair this time, my hair was disheveled, having that just-been-fucked look—except ten times over—and the light amount of mascara I wore was smeared across my cheeks. I should’ve felt self-conscious but instead I felt confident and secure. What had gotten into me?
Hunter. That’s what.
Tattoos and Muscles made me feel beautiful and desirable. Humming Taylor Swift’s Love Story merrily, I slipped out of my clothes and stepped into the shower. Noticing the loofah I’d avoided using before, I picked it up and began brushing it sensually across my body. The thought of Hunter soaping it up and rubbing it across his naked body turned me on. It was amazing to think about how so much had changed since the first time I came over to his place. I’d been cold, numb, and on the verge of freezing to death. Now I was hot and needy, aching to have more mind-blowing sex with Hunter. His bathroom trash can was filled with condoms—many more than before—but this time I knew where they had come from. It was as if my sexual desire for Hunter had been held back by a dam built from the tragedy of my past and the uncertainty of my future. And now that dam had broken.