The Hunt - Monica James

by James, Monica

  I know he’s trying to make light of my insanity, but Marvin’s comment just cements what an utter idiot I am. I’m not special. Hunter only shows interest in me because I’m probably the first woman who’s told him no. He wants what he can’t have, but if he gets it, I’ll be last week’s news, and I’m done being disposable. I’m no one’s understudy.

  “I’m angry at you because I don’t like being seen as some harlot in your harem!”

  Hunter purses his lips, completely lost in translation. “Shortcake, did you smoke crack before coming here?”

  Annoyed, I throw my hands in the air and attempt to push past him. But he stands his ground. He’s as stubborn as he is infuriately hot. “Hunter, just move.” In response, he folds his arms and leans back against the door, eyefucking me. “I’m sure you have better things to do…do being the operative word in that sentence.”

  I can’t believe how worked up I am, but I’m at my breaking point. Since I met this man, he’s pushed every button and I’ve pushed back, but now I’ve run out of fight. I surrender, and that just makes me a faceless number in a long line of many.

  “You’re not going anywhere until you tell me what the hell is wrong.” He makes no attempts at moving, which leaves me with no other choice. Without a second thought, I raise my knee and connect with his balls.

  A pained grunt leaves him as he topples over, clutching his nuts. I may play dirty, but desperate times call for desperate measures and I don’t remember being more desperate than I am right now. I attempt to wedge past him, but his hand shoots out and closes around my forearm. Add bionic man to his impressive resumè.

  “Holy shit,” he wheezes, clutching onto his junk with one hand while trapping me with the other. “I think you broke me.”

  “Good,” I shout, wriggling like a worm on a hook.

  “I should…make you kiss it…better,” he breathlessly teases, peering up at me as he’s still keeled over.

  “I’m sorry, small objects are a choking hazard.”

  He bursts into a pained bout of laughter, before forcing himself to push past the agony and slowly coming to stand. I know I’m in trouble. I can feel it. It should frighten me, but it doesn’t…it excites me.

  “Now… are you going to tell me what the fuck is wrong, or am I going to have to force it out of you…with my tongue?”

  I blink once. “You wouldn’t dare,” I challenge, standing on tippy toes, fuming.

  “Oh, I would dare. I double dare,” he counters, nostrils flared, hair wild as wisps have slipped free from its band.

  He is a fierce beast, a ferocity consuming him as he devours every inch of my body with a fire behind those eyes. My body instantly slackens because I’m no match, I can’t fight him. Not because I’m weak, but rather, the pull is too strong.

  Poking him in the chest, I know this will come back to bite me in the ass. In a way, I’m hoping it does. “What are you going to do about it?” Poke. “You talk big”—poke—“but that’s all you do, talk”—poke—“fucking ta…” The last word dies in a strangled heap because Hunter launches at me, catching me completely off guard.

  At first, I think he’s going to kiss me, but instead he places his palm over my mouth, lowering his face to mine. He scours every inch of my face, as if committing to memory every feature, because what he’s about to do will change everything.

  “What I’m going to do…what I’m going to do is,” he repeats, his voice dangerously low, “they say you are what you eat…and right now, Shortcake…I’m going to eat you.”

  I have no time to react because he’s on me, kissing down my neck and sucking violently at my throat. I arch my head back, desperate for more because it’s not enough. He chuckles against my skin, the warmth from his breath spreading goose bumps all the way to my toes.

  With frantic fingers, he pushes the coat from my arms, almost ripping it from my body when it catches on my watch. I need to feel more, so much more, and blindly reach for the hem of his t-shirt, craving to feel flesh upon flesh.

  But Hunter smacks my hands away because he is about to make good on his promise. Tearing his mouth away, he silently asks permission, beseeching me with those magnetic eyes, and god strike me down, I nod. It’s all he needs as he lifts me roughly and carries me through the room.

  My heart is going a million miles a minute, but I’d die happy, because when he tosses me onto the couch and looks at me like I’m his new favorite dessert, I know these next few minutes are going to be the best of my life.

  I shuffle up the cushions, expecting him to cover my body with his, but he doesn’t. He stands at the foot of the couch, watching me like a lion hunts his prey. “Wh-what are you doing?” I’m suddenly nervous he’s had second thoughts.

  “What did you mean about being a harlot and all that?” he asks, tilting his head to the side as he’s clearly looking up my skirt which sits indecently high.

  He’s got to be joking. “You seriously want to talk about this now?”

  He nods, rubbing his thumb backward and forward across his bottom lip. “Yes,” he replies matter-of-factly, while I groan and throw my head back in frustration. It snaps back up just as quickly though when he declares, “I need to know what I did to piss you off, because if this is the end result…then I’ll piss you off every day from now on.”

  Swoon.

  I know he won’t give in until I do, so my modesty takes a backseat. “Your asshole friend downstairs assumed I was one of your playboy bunnies.”

  He arches a brow. “What friend?”

  “Marvin the shithead.” It takes a moment for what I said to sink in, but when it does, Hunter bursts into inappropriate laughter. “Keep that up, and you’ll not only piss me off, you’ll incite World War Three.” I push down my skirt and sit upright in defiance.

  “Oh, Shortcake, you have no idea how fucking wrong you are.” He doesn’t just speak, he fucks each word, each letter, and leaves me a hot, wet mess. “Marvin knows who you are.”

  “Are you sure you’re not the one who smoked crack?” I counter, unmoved.

  Hunter tongues his cheek, looking to the left as he composes himself. “He knows who you are because I’ve spoken to him about you. Many times, actually.”

  I lick my suddenly dry lips. “And you what? Had a picture of me on hand? How does he know what I look like?”

  The room suddenly gets smaller, or maybe Hunter grows to godlike proportions. “No, Shortcake, I told him that you were the only woman who can bring a man to his knees by a look alone. With all that fiery red hair, a pink pout which promises nothing but trouble, and a mouth which leaves me hard for days, he only had to take one look at you and know who you were.”

  I gulp. “I thought it was because you had a legion of women knocking down your door.”

  Hunter smirks, the sight too much for words. Placing one knee on the arm of the couch, he commences a slow crawl toward me. I instantly fall downward, unable to stay upright even if I tried. “Why did you tell Marvin about me?”

  My chest is rising and falling so quickly, my words are punctuated with breathless tremors. Hunter places both hands either side of my head, keeping his full weight off of me as he scans down my body in one long, slow sweep.

  I open my legs to accommodate his massive frame, and he slides between them like he was meant to be there all along. “Because…I have never met anyone quite like you before, Miss Mary Mitts.”

  I’m waiting for him to elaborate, but he doesn’t. He searches my eyes, delving so deep I’m afraid of what he’ll find. I want to ask him what that means, but talk time is over when he lowers those sinful lips and kisses over my cheeks, my chin, then down my neck.

  He suckles at my racing pulse, the sting shooting all the way to my center. Tossing my head back, I squeeze my eyes shut and get lost in the feel of his luscious lips and the bouquet of his woody cologne. He fists a hand in my hair, tugging sharply as he works his way lower, tonguing over the tops of my rising breasts.

  As he’s
nestled between my legs, I can feel him lengthening against me. The consciousness sends my body into sensory overload and I can’t stop panting like a cat in heat. He releases me and I almost sag in relief because his grip, his kisses, they aren’t gentle, or testing the waters—Hunter takes and consumes me, hungry to savor every last piece of me. And I like it.

  Powerless to stop, I thread both hands through his hair, the soft strands easy to hold on to. I envision using them as reins as he makes good on his promise. The mere thought of what he’s about to do has me whimpering.

  He tongues the pillows of my breasts, before reaching between us and hurriedly unlacing the ties on my tank. He splits it apart, allowing him greater access to my breasts. He buries his face between the junction and hums in complete satisfaction.

  “How is it even possible that your smell gets me hard?” To accentuate his point, he bucks upward in case I can’t feel him nudging closer to where I’m desperate for him to be. Knowing I elicit this response from him is an aphrodisiac within itself. I feel downright desirable.

  Unable to speak, I roll beneath him, loving the feel of his firm body pressed to mine. I’m impatient however, and want him everywhere all at once. Reading my needs, he slips a hand into my tank and cups my left breast. I’m ashamed to admit that I almost come because he feels so good.

  “These are fucking magnificent,” he hums, rolling his thumb over my pearled nipple.

  There isn’t much room for him to move around in my top, and the restriction just adds to the heightened state I’m already in. “Please…” I hate how needy I sound, especially since I made a point of stressing that I don’t beg—ever—but it looks like Hunter wins.

  “Please what?” he questions, his huskiness sending my hormones into overdrive.

  “Please…more.”

  “More? That sounded like begging, but that’s impossible, right? You don’t beg. Ever.”

  Groaning, I clench my teeth together with my eyes still squeezed shut. The flames of hell are licking at my pussy and if he doesn’t extinguish them soon, I will do so myself. I slide my arm between us, so ready to get this show on the road. But Hunter slaps my hand away and tsks me.

  “Don’t you dare take that rite of passage away from me. You’ve made me wait long enough.”

  I finally open my eyes, the room spinning as I attempt to gather my bearings and not pass out. Hunter is hovering over me, his hand still inside my top. He is almost too gorgeous to look at. Most of his hair has slipped free, framing his jagged face. His eyes are consumed with a blackness, the sea green depths eaten up by wanton desire.

  “What do you want?”

  “Everything,” I reply without pause.

  His pink lips slant into a wicked promise, and I suddenly am thankful for being a greedy little girl. “I’m not planning on being gentle.”

  A jolt of electricity zaps my pussy in anticipation. “Good. I can handle anything you give.”

  “Don’t be so sure.”

  I have no time to ask what exactly that means, because he rips his hand from my top before seeking solace beneath my skirt. The moment he rubs two fingers over my underwear, a low growl rumbles from his chest. “I could say all the clichéd things, like you’re so wet, your pussy feels like heaven, but I’d rather be blunt and tell you I’m going to eat you out and we’re both going to fucking love it.”

  Fisting my underwear in his grip, he tugs and they rip like they’re made of paper. I only thought that happens in the movies, but I’m living proof that panty ripping is a real-life thing. Hunter tosses them over his shoulder, smirking when a flush overtakes me.

  “Do you blush all over?”

  “Only one way to find out.” He groans, his gaze dropping to my heaving chest, betraying how turned on I am.

  Sitting back on his heels, he reveals just how turned on he is because the bulge lurking from his jeans is near frightening. I gulp.

  Leaning forward, he runs both hands up my thighs, eyes pinned to mine as he hikes up my skirt with the sweeping movement. When it slips higher and higher until it sits bunched up around my waist, the reality of me being butt naked hits home, and I instantly attempt to shut my legs.

  “Uh-uh. Spread your legs,” he instructs, his fingers pressed lightly into my inner thigh. I know I don’t have a choice, so I comply. He takes a moment to thoroughly explore me, his eyes riveted to my naked center. “Strawberries and cream has never been more fitting.”

  On cue, I redden, and Hunter growls.

  Finally, his eyes flick to mine and I sink into the cushions, afraid he’s about to make good on his word and eat me whole. He swoops down and nestles between my legs, pushing my right one out further. I’m completely exposed to him.

  He hums before lowering his mouth to the junction of my thighs and licking my entrance in one long, wet, painfully slow lick. I instantly rocket off the couch. It’s been so long since I’ve been intimate with someone this way, as Corey was never a fan of oral sex—giving, that is. Receiving was a whole different story.

  Pushing him from my mind, I focus on the way Hunter guides his lips and tongue around my heated flesh, lapping at me with a languid rhythm. There is no hurry to his actions because he knows in about three seconds, I’m going to beg he put me out of my misery.

  His fingers squeeze my inner thigh, working alongside the cadence of his mouth. His scruff abrades my sensitive skin, almost to the point of it being painful, but the pleasure overrides the sting. He brushes his lips backward and forward, as if he’s attempting to bury himself inside of me, slathering my arousal all over him.

  My body tingles, but it’s not enough. “More,” I shamelessly demand, peering down to watch where we are joined. I’m utterly captivated by the way he moves, knowing his way around like those lips were crafted especially for me.

  “I’m trying to be a gentleman.” His breath is a wicked torment, adding to the fire burning within.

  “Be one tomorrow. Now, I just want, no need you to get me off.” No point beating around the bush—no pun intended. He chuckles against my needy pussy.

  My hips soar off the couch, but Hunter fixes a hand around my waist and gives me what I want. He drives his tongue into me before biting my clit gently. A primitive growl escapes me because I’m certain I’m about to die.

  My near death doesn’t deter him however, because he continues licking, biting, suckling until I’m wriggling to flee this sinful bliss. It’s almost too much. The way he works my body, knowing when I’m close, before he slows down and skates around where I want him to be.

  If this wasn’t torturous enough, he lifts my leg over his shoulder, opening me wider and using his entire tongue to lap me up. I scream and a string of expletives leave me. He’s everywhere all at once and does something which has me seeing stars. He lifts the hood of my clit and tongues me until I’m squirming and bucking wildly on his face.

  A knot begins to form, and each time his tongue and lips move over me, it begins to unravel dangerously fast. He senses my need for a release and starts to lick faster, harder, inserting a finger while his lips are still attached. I’m so full I’m certain I’m going to burst, but I drive my hips forward, taking everything he wants to give.

  He wasn’t joking when he said he was going to eat me, because that’s exactly how I feel. He’s consuming me from the inside out, and as he tongues over my inflamed center, I know it won’t be long until I’m eaten alive.

  I thrust my hips violently, fucking his face as he fucks me with his tongue. I’m hot, sticky, but I can’t stop. My release is so close I can taste it. Hunter is like a starved animal, and when he pulls his lips away and inserts two fingers into me, pumping them in and out while watching me watching him, I can’t control the scream that rips from my chest.

  His lips are red, swollen from eating me out with such ferocity, and it drives me wild seeing my arousal smeared on his face. Our eyes our locked, just how his fingers are inside of me, and I’ve never felt more wanted than I do right now.


  “Your cunt is my new favorite cheat meal,” he hums, licking his lips, savoring my taste. I moan, his dirty words only adding to the pinnacle I’m about to reach.

  I can’t take it any longer and arch my back, opening myself up as wide as I can go. I need him to finish this, finish me. “Please,” I croak, closing my eyes. “Please, Hunter…I need to come.” There, he got what he wanted—me begging, it’s now time he gives me what I want.

  “Oh, Shortcake, I should just torture you a little more, because you sure as fuck have tortured me.” He twists his fingers, stretching me so wide, my muscles screaming in blissful agony. “But I just can’t help myself.”

  He pulls out his fingers and lunges forward, sealing his mouth over me and tonguing me so fierce, my body goes lax and I see stars. Pride is no longer part of my vocabulary as I ride his face, reaching down and clutching his hair in both hands. I hold him prisoner, chasing my release, because when he sucks over my clit, writes his name with his tongue over it, and inserts two fingers, I let go and I’m not exactly quiet about it.

  I scream like a banshee, writhe uncontrollably, and cry happy tears, because something amazing happens, and Hunter feels it too. He continues milking me until I’m dry, dry humping the couch beneath him.

  I’m too far gone to realize what is happening until he groans and it’s fairly obvious he’s followed suit in his pants. He is mumbling under his breath, a jumble of holy fucks and oh my god, she’s a unicorn. Good to see I’m not the only one who’s lost their mind.

  My body is trembling and my heart is running an imaginary race. As I look down at Hunter, I see those sweltering eyes staring at me like I’m an alien. I have no idea what is going on until he wipes a hand down his saturated face.

  A blush overtakes me because holy shit, that orgasm was the most intense one I’ve had—ever. It was like something exploded inside of me.

  Hunter works his way up my body, licking his lips and humming. “I should be so ashamed I came in my pants like a prepubescent teen, but holy fuck, that was so hot.” I chew the corner of my lip, attempting to conceal my smile. But he tugs it free. “Own that shit, Shortcake because you just inflated not only my cock, but my ego too.”