by Zoe York
Direct orders worked. She closed her eyes and held very, very still.
Less than a minute passed before he’d returned from the living room. He climbed right back on top of her and whispered for her to open her eyes. He wiggled two foil packets in front of her face. A condom and…lube. Well, then. “Here’s what’s going to happen. I want to play with your presents a bit. I promise to be gentle. Got a problem with my plan?”
Nope. She beamed up at him.
He dropped the accessories somewhere nearby on the bed and stretched out on top of her. She loved the weight of him, how he melted her into the mattress with just enough pressure to make the world go away. His knees nudged her legs apart and he let her rub against him as he took his time moving in for a kiss.
He brushed her hair away from her ear, then traced the curve of her lobe with his fingers, tugging gently at the bottom. “Pretty earrings,” he whispered, his breath hot against her skin as he lowered his mouth to her neck. He sucked at the skin there, below her ear, then lower still, finding her collarbone with his tongue.
His nose traced up her neck to her jaw, then he held her gaze as he fit their bodies together and moved in for a real kiss—and when he claimed her mouth, it was like flipping a switch.
From man to machine. No, still man, just…now he was a trained predator, intent on making her his. Oh yes, she wanted him to hunt her down. Trap her and devour her, just like he was doing.
This time, he didn’t stop to ask if she wanted this. He kissed—no, kissing wasn’t the right word—he fucked her mouth, his tongue a silky, powerful tool of arousal that he used without mercy.
When she was rocking beneath him, spun out on his taste and touch already, he lazily rolled her onto her stomach, then pulled her pants off, taking her underwear with them.
His palms skated across her ass before gripping her hips and hauling her up onto all fours with a chuckle. He traced a line up her spine with one finger, sliding her t-shirt across her overheated skin, but he didn’t follow it with anything else. He just bared her to his gaze, and made her wait.
Each passing second heightened her arousal, and when he finally touched her again, on her hip, she jumped from the rawness of it.
“Easy,” he whispered, kneading her ass, then tracing the invisible line where her bottom ended and her leg began. He followed that curve right between her legs and pressed right into her wetness. He gathered that proof of just how much she liked this and stroked further, finding her clit.
She jumped again, like a nervous filly, desperately in need of breaking.
His other hand settled in the small of her back, but even that wasn’t enough. She arched against his touch, restless and feverish for more.
“Patience…” But no, she had none. Asking for him to take charge had been a mistake. “I know you need it, beautiful. Shhh. Hold still for me and I’ll give it you.”
Closing her eyes, she willed herself to stillness. As soon as she stopped moving, he filled her roughly with two fingers that easily slid through her folds and into her depths because she was slick and hungry for him. The pads of his fingers pressed into that fleshy spot inside that would normally make her scream, but tonight she swallowed that reaction and channeled it back into the loop.
He murmured praise as he stroked her again, and again, she trembled and breathed through the heightening sensations.
His hand twisted, suddenly touching her more places all at once. Deep inside her, a reel started spooling. Loose at first, wobbly. Then something caught and the tightening began. This would normally be when she’d start working against the feeling, digging deep to get herself off with Hunter.
This time, she just kept breathing. Not fighting for it. Not fighting against it. And the spooling continued. Tighter. Tight, tight, tight…past the point she’d think possible, to a new, aching high that he held her at, stroking her right on the cusp, until he leaned over her and bit her shoulder gently.
With a shudder and a gasp, she went flying, nerves whipping around inside her like fishing line on speed. Sharp, glorious sparks lit up her extremities and down her back, through her belly and deep into her core. Against her back, his solid strength anchored her as she dragged shallow breaths into her lungs and squeezed her hands against the blanket to keep upright.
“Good girl. Jesus, you’re pretty when you come.” He gave her a satisfied look as he shoved her gently onto her back, letting her collapse. “Stay here.”
Like she could go anywhere after that orgasm.
He jogged into her bathroom, then returned with a washcloth rolled up inside another washcloth. He set them aside, then lowered his head to kiss her still quivering belly. “Fucking pretty, Serena. And such a good girl when you’re quiet like that. You get a reward.”
She’d bet a shiny nickel it was pink glass and about to be covered in lube.
He laughed and nipped at the soft skin below her navel. “I can hear you thinking.”
She made a noncommittal sound in the back of her throat.
“Ready?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
He ripped open the lube packet at the same time as he kissed his way over her mound, finding her still sensitive clit with the tip of his tongue before slowly licking his way lower. Then back up again. Leisurely. Teasingly.
And then his finger was there, where they hadn’t gone before, and it felt—oh—it felt good. He was just touching her, not even pressing, but the cool gel promised that soon he would.
She knew how to do this. It had been a long time, and the situation was completely different, because she loved Hunter and trusted him and knew he’d make this good for her.
That would be a first.
But the mechanics of it, she had those down pat. Tentatively, she pushed those muscles out a bit, flaring around the tip of his finger.
His responding groan was almost enough to make her come right on the spot.
More mind-reading was at work, clearly. “I don’t want you to come this time.”
“That’s a big ask,” she said with a weak laugh.
“I bet you can hold off until I’m inside you, right?”
That made her flutter from the inside out. “Yes.”
“Good. I’m starting to get the appeal of being bossy,” he said as he deftly slid his finger right inside her. She gasped. Distraction technique for the win.
He held his hand there, waiting for her to relax around him, then he stroked that single finger slowly, in and out, in and out. He added a second, stretching her gently with each pass, but as soon as she started rocking against him, he pressed his other hand to her belly and gently withdrew.
“That’s enough,” he rumbled.
The cool, smooth press of glass against her bottom was her first warning they were stepping it up a notch.
She’d always wondered what this toy would be like.
It was…different. Intense. Unyielding.
And ooh, the burn as it slid inside, the widest part of it bigger than his fingers had been.
With a pop, it settled into place.
He rose above her and if the eroticism of the actual act hadn’t turned her into a mess of emotions and desire, the look on his face would have done it—his heavy gaze didn’t move from between her legs, and his lower lip was pulled between his teeth. He slowly reached for the washcloths he’d brought back from the washroom and lovingly wiped away the excess lube before pressing her legs together. He climbed off the bed and held out his hand.
What the heck?
“Serena…” He lifted one eyebrow.
“Hunter!” She reached for his hand, but when he tried to pull her up, she resisted.
“Come on.” He smiled at her like he knew something she didn’t.
“I…” Could she get up? Would it fall out? She tentatively rose to her knees, then climbed off the bed, and with each shift, the plug made itself known. But it didn’t fall out.
It kind of turned her on.
“Oh.” She smiled a
nd rubbed against him. He was still fully clothed, and she was just wearing her t-shirt. That needed to change. “This feels good,” she whispered in clear invitation.
He ignored it and tugged her over to her dresser. He pulled open her underwear drawer and rifled through her lacy things before settling on a black cotton thong with a pretty substantial t-bar. He pressed them into her hand and kissed her forehead. “Put these on.”
She did as instructed. Maybe he just wanted to extend her torture a bit.
That could be hot.
The key point was that she trusted Hunter and he wouldn’t push her out of her comfort zone. And even though she couldn’t bring herself to wave the BDSM flag in front of him, she needed to make sure they were both on the same page with whatever was about to go down. “And they stay on?”
“Until we get back. Is that okay?”
She nodded. “Yep.”
“And if it gets to be too much…”
“I could start a conversation about…my client Howard.”
“A signal.” He grinned. “I like it.”
Oh, God. Her safeword was Howard. And her boyfriend had no clue she had a safeword. But all the safety rules that had once been second nature to her now felt scary and foreign in her chest, and no way could she voice them out loud.
That was probably a sign she wasn’t ready to do anything kinky, but…it was Hunter.
She trusted Hunter.
And that was all that mattered. “I like it, too,” she whispered, and took his hand.
* * *
Hunter led Serena into the sports bar and waved at his friends, who had staked out a big, round booth in the corner.
He introduced her to Quinn Parry and Lt. Jason Steyner, then pointed at Wyatt Henderson and Dylan Gowan who were playing pool nearby.
“Nice to finally meet you,” Quinn said, standing and holding out his hand for Serena. The big, fair-haired oaf was a massive flirt, but he only held Serena’s hand for a moment before giving Hunter an easy smile. “You guys want beer?”
Hunted rubbed a circle in the small of Serena’s back. “Wine, maybe?”
She glanced up at him. “Maybe just soda tonight.”
“Sounds good.” Desire tugged deep inside him. Yeah, they should be sober for whatever he did to her tonight. “Two Cokes, if you don’t mind.”
Quinn just flashed them another grin, which Hunter only caught out the corner of his eye.
He slid into the booth across from Jason and tugged Serena into his side. She squeaked under her breath as she sat down, and damn but that turned him on. Apparently he was a monster, and since she’d given him an inch, he’d taken a mile.
This control thing was fun, and it didn’t abate as they settled into social hour.
He had a ziplock bag with a washcloth in it in the pocket of his cargo pants in case the butt plug got to be too much for her. But every so often, when his teammates were distracted by pool or the hockey game on the big-screen, he checked in with her, and each time it was the same.
“You okay?”
“Mmm hmm.” Her cheeks would pink up immediately and her blink rate slowed. She even held her breath.
“Good girl.” He got such a rush out of praising her like that. This time he leaned in and brushed his mouth against her ear. “I can’t wait to feel it inside you when we get home. I’m going to take you at the front door.”
Her shoulders shuddered, but she just looked up at him and nodded. Eyes wide, mouth red. He kissed her, not caring if anyone noticed that he cared more about his woman than the game. Half of them were married or engaged anyway. They all got it.
He just hadn’t known that he would get it, just like this. Boom, he was in love. In the blink of an eye, his entire paradigm had shifted, and now it was Serena all the time.
Across the booth, Quinn and Jason were debating the merits of flying somewhere for a few days.
“What about you guys? Since our seventy-two hours of leave is right before Christmas, don’t tell me you don’t want to go to Vegas.” Quinn leaned across the table and grinned at Serena. “Nathan Meyer’s girlfriend is a flight attendant. She thinks she can get us on a standby flight for cheap out of LAX. And if she can’t, we can road trip it.”
Hunter started to shake his head, but then he looked down at Serena. If she could spare the time off work, it might be interesting to see what Sin City brought out in her.
“What do you think?”
She smiled at him. “Whatever you want.”
He held her gaze for a moment, then nodded, not taking his eyes off her face for a second. “Count us in, Quinn.”
Chapter Six
“You can bring work with you,” Hunter said, still talking about Vegas as they walked from his truck to her front door.
Like Serena cared about a trip right now. It sounded like fun, blah blah blah. More importantly, she’d been turned on for three hours, the plug making her constantly aware of her ass being full and her pussy being pitifully empty.
Hunter had turned her into a crass, sex-starved lunatic, and now he wanted to talk about a trip with other people? Heaven help her.
“Are you distracted by something?” he asked, his voice practically vibrating with laughter as her hand shook trying to get the key in the lock. He took over, opening the door and picking her up in one fluid motion.
“My keys—” she gasped.
“Will wait a minute.” He spun them around, pressing her back against the front door. His fingers were under her skirt, pulling her thong aside before she’d caught her breath. He groaned as he rocked his hand against her wetness. “All night like this?”
She nodded and banged her head gently against the door. “And you kept talking about Vegas!”
“I think I’ll make you wear the plug then, too.” A whimper slipped past her lips and he grinned. “Oh yes, definitely.”
“You’re so mean,” she whispered.
“And it makes your pussy slippery as fuck. I could just slide—” He circled her entrance “—right in.”
“Yes.” She rocked her hips, eager for his fingers, his cock…anything.
“I don’t have a condom…” He brushed his lips against hers. They’d talked about this when they agreed to be exclusive, but he’d kept using them even after they both went and got check-ups.
But after the dam had burst earlier and she’d told him how much she loved him, now she didn’t want anything between them.
“Please, Hunter.” She chased his lips, sighing when he gave her the heady, mind-spinning kiss she’d been aching for all night. “Just us. Just like this.”
He kissed her again as he freed his erection, then lifted her up. As he cupped her bottom, his fingers pressed against the flat base of the plug, tweaking all those nerve endings. She was crazy close already.
She braced her arms on his shoulders as he fit them together. It was different without the condom, and he held her against the wall, his fist around his cock, blocking all but the very tip of him from sliding into her. She relaxed her weight onto him and he groaned as another inch of bare, throbbing heat made contact.
“Come on,” she purred, suddenly feeling like she had all the power. “I want more of you.” She traced his lower lip with her tongue, loving the way he tensed around her. “I want all of you, Hunter.”
“I’m going to come so fast,” he muttered. “Give me a minute.”
She circled her hips around the thick erection teasing her entrance. He felt so good against her. He’d feel even better inside her. And she’d push him over the edge if she had to. With a hungry groan, she brushed her mouth against his. “You’ve been keeping me primed all night, baby. I’m not going to need even a minute.”
With a guttural cry, he jerked his hand out of the way and sank into her, all the way to the hilt. Her eyes widened as she felt his solid length move the plug inside her. All of those muscles contracted, squeezing him and the glass tormenter in her bottom, tugging on the nerves and her clit and, as promised, get
ting her pretty close to coming already.
Clinging to him, she rocked her hips, easing him out of her—and then he slammed back inside. Half a dozen more times they danced like that, Serena teasing back, Hunter claiming her in the most elemental way. Each thrust was more intense than the last, until he pinned her to the wall and just ground against her.
“God, I can feel it,” he whispered, his voice shaking. “I knew it would be good for you. But I didn’t realize…”
“It’s so much,” she panted. “It’s good, though.”
“Better fucking be,” he ground out, jerking his hips up into her again. He trailed his mouth down her neck, sucking little marks here and there. She hoped she’d see them in the morning. She never wanted to forget this. “Cause it feels fucking fantastic for me. Oh, God, Serena.”
He squeezed her ass cheeks apart, holding her wide open as he lost himself, rocking hard, and she tumbled first, spasming all around him. As her climax spiralled through her body, he lost himself, holding her hard against the door as he rutted into her hard and fast, jerking his hips as he grunted her name and swore. On every level, Hunter turned into a primal beast as he spilled himself deep inside her for the first time and she loved it. She clung to him hard as he jammed his hips against her body, holding his seed inside her, and tried to catch his breath.
Her own breathing was pretty ragged, too. She stroked her fingers over his shoulders and up into his hair.
“I love you,” she whispered as she loved him with her fingers, little touches that prolonged their connection.
“I love you, too.” His words weren’t even a whisper, really, just brushes of his lips against her shoulder. Like she’d wrung everything out of him and that was all he had left.
She knew the feeling. “Thank you,” she breathed as he slowly released her.
He grunted a surprised laugh. “Not exactly a selfless act.”