Fixated

by Scarlett Avery

  “Christ,” I moan into her mouth before pushing myself away from her. I take a few steps back to remove my suit jacket and I fling it over my shoulder. With rushed hands I loosen my tie and remove it. For a fraction of a second I consider using it to restrain her while I gorge on her tempting curves, but it might be pushing her too far, too fast. She looks up at me with heavy-lidded eyes that threaten to ruin me. The hunger I read in them is unmistakable and I’m certain it matches my own craving for her. I stride back towards her, grab her by the back of her neck and bring her as close as possible to me. I take in her sweet perfume with a low growl. “You smell like a fucking dream.”

  “I do?” she pants.

  “I bet you taste even better. And just so we’re both clear, I’m not talking about the lips that are painted red.”

  “Hunter, this is too much. No other man has ever talked to me this way,” she pants.

  “Then you haven’t been with guys who really appreciate you,” I sneer with a cocky smile. “It’s impossible for me not to let you know exactly how I feel about you. You make me want to do things to you, Miranda… things you’ll never be able to tell your best friend. And I’m not about to apologize for that.” I’m so overtaken by desire that my voice is unrecognizable even to me.

  She swallows hard. “Do I really affect you like this?” she whispers.

  “Does this answer your question?” My hand leaves her cheek, and I grip the bulge at the front of my pants. “You’ve already got me so hard, sweetie. As far as I’m concerned, you’re a prize. I just happen to have won big tonight.”

  “I—” She opens her mouth to say something, but my impish grins tells her there’s not much more to add, and when realization dawns, Miranda looks away.

  She turns beet red and fidgets nervously on the sideboard. I don’t give her a chance to overthink things. I reach out and cup her cheeks, turning her head so I can kiss her, ever so slightly at first, with my mouth teasing hers. I trace her lips with my tongue, nibbling on her bottom one, and when she tilts her head back up I sweep inside. She responds to me so beautifully. When I gently pull back, her fingers land on my forearms as if she’s afraid she’ll freefall into an ocean of ecstasy. I curl up my lips, amused to see how she’s fighting to catch her breath. Her body seems to have been consumed by a furnace of passion.

  “I love how your cheeks turn such a lovely shade of pink. It only makes me want to push you even further.”

  “Hunter—”

  I eat up her words, plunging my tongue deeply, possessing her ruthlessly. Wrapping my hands around her, I stroke her back and caress her until my fingers feel the metallic coldness of her zipper. I glide it down slowly, freeing her. Without ungluing my lips from hers, I slide the fabric of her dress off her shoulders and push it down until her breasts are fully exposed.

  “Jesus Christ,” I groan when I catch a glimpse of her bra. I break our embrace, unable to believe my eyes. “You’re killing me here,” I confess, taking in the sight of her red bra.

  The lace is delicate enough to allow her rosy nipples to poke through. Her peaks are so hard, begging for my mouth. Her small areolas sit perfectly in the middle of her huge, heavy tits. Good Lord. The sight of her in this wanton lingerie is hedonistic enough to make me come. Fuck. She doesn’t even have to touch me.

  She must notice how I’m intently staring at her chest, speechless, because she lifts her arms in an attempt to conceal her beauty from me, but I stop her. “Please. Let me take you in.” My voice comes out faint, coated with desire. “This lingerie is freaking dangerous.”

  “It’s my best friend’s idea.” She giggles when she notices my reaction.

  “Remind me to send her a text, or better yet, flowers to thank her.”

  She giggles again. “I’m sure you say this to all the girls you undress.”

  “Are you kidding me? Every part of you is dangerously gorgeous. This saucy lingerie is like a bow wrapping the perfect little gift.” The sight is so bewitching, I pull my lower lip inside my mouth and bite down hard. It’s the only way to contain my need to come. Fuck. Here I thought her tits would fit nicely in my hands. I was wrong. Her tits will overflow. The thought drives me fucking crazy. She’s still staring at me with those helpless eyes and her lips are parted almost as if they’re begging for mine. I need to taste her again.

  Tightening my grip on her waist, I kiss her. She doesn’t resist. Her lips soften and open to allow me to plunge my tongue inside. I take her mouth thoroughly, as if this can make up for the fact that I want all of her tonight. Her quivering response to my heated lust makes my blood boil like a volcano and my impossibly hard cock strains against my boxer briefs, which feel like they’re two sizes too tight right now. Goddammit.

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  Miranda

  God, can Hunter ever kiss.

  I can’t believe a man like this—a Powerball, no less, who can pretty much have any woman he wants—chooses me. This isn’t about settling at the end of a drunken night. Hunter is in full possession of his senses and so am I. That said, the way my mind is spinning out of control, you’d think I was completely inebriated. I guess in many ways, I am. His presence is as intoxicating as the most potent drink. It’s not every day that a girl like me ends up with a guy like him.

  “You’re going to make me lose my mind.” I exhale.

  “Ditto. Now you know exactly how I feel, Miranda.” His intense gaze is so hypnotic. And with that look, I see the same fervor I saw earlier today when he dropped me off—lustfulness, possessiveness and voraciousness. Damn, it’s hot.

  “I don’t know if I can take anymore.” I don’t think my heart has ever beaten so fast.

  “Baby, life only begins when you live on the edge. If you don’t know how far you can go, then you’ll spend the rest of your life depriving yourself of the most sensual thrills you’ve ever experienced. Why fight it when you can enjoy it?” He’s watching my mouth, looking at me like he might throw me over his shoulder and carry me to that large couch over there and fuck the hell out of me. Although I’ve never had the courage to abandon myself completely to a man before, Hunter brings out this uninhibited side of me that’s dying to emerge. “Tell me you’ll allow me to corrupt you.” He brushes his thumb across my cheek, his eyes lingering on mine. I open my mouth to say something to his outrageous proposal, but my mind goes blank. I’ve never had anyone want me with such fervor. No one’s ever looked at me as if no other woman on this planet existed. No man has ever uttered heart-stopping words like he has. I’m completely out of my league here. How the hell does he expect me to answer his question? “It’s a simple question, sweetie. You either want me as much as I do or you don’t.”

  “I do,” I groan and press myself closer, wanting to feel every hard ridge of him.

  “Good answer.” He lifts my chin up with his finger and lowers his mouth to kiss me. Softly at first, but when my tongue meets his, his lips crash into mine, his hands landing on my hips, and he grips me tightly to him. Yes. My attraction to this man is off the charts. I can’t explain it. We’ve only met, but I’d be a fool to ignore my body’s response. He reaches behind me and unfastens me. “Get rid of this,” he orders. I wiggle out of my red lacy bra and drop it at his feet. My first reaction is to cover my exposed breasts, but when he folds his bottom lip between his teeth, I change my mind. I shamelessly allow him to admire me. “Those are exceptional,” he whispers in my ears. “Some women have nice tits, but yours are magnificent,” he adds.

  Hunter’s voice is rich and reassuring. Sure, other guys I’ve dated have had that deer-in-the-headlights look on their faces when they remove my bra, but Hunter seems to worship my boobs.

  “God.” Arousal sears through me as I bite back a moan. I want to talk in more than monosyllables, but I can’t. The increasing heat threatening to overtake me is too strong. The way his hands awaken my skin and leave every part of me ablaze is surreal. I’m incredibly turned on. My gaze falls to his mouth, and the thought of his lip
s on my breasts makes me quiver inside. As if he can read my mind, he cups one of my breasts, drawing a deep gasp from me as I feel my nipples pebble under his touch. “Jesus.”

  His lips curve up in amusement at my reaction. “You like that, don’t you, baby?” He asks a question he already knows the answer to. “You know”—he braces one arm over my head against the wall behind me—”some women have such sensitive nipples.” He stops as if to make sure he has my full attention. As I struggle to focus on his words, I can’t help but keep my eyes fixed on his fingers as they circle my nipple, around and around in the most delicious punishment. I arch my back and stick my boobs out to force him to give me what I desperately crave. He rewards my impatience by dragging his fingertip over my puckered areola. The electric shock wave extends throughout my body, making my pussy clench. “They can come just by playing with their tits and squeezing their nipples hard, like this.” Mother of God. “And you know what?” I shake my head, unable to respond. He switches to the other breast. Within a few seconds, both of my boobs are tingling. “I believe you’re one of those women,” he murmurs.

  “Please… This is too much,” I hiss, squirming under his unyielding grasp.

  “I haven’t even gotten started yet,” he sneers.

  I whimper. “Ah.”

  “Your tits are soft and heavy,” he says, rubbing my nipples and sending fiery sensations running throughout my entire body. “I could play with them all day long.” Hunter lifts my boobs, weighing their fullness. From the lustful look in his eyes, it’s evident he’s savoring the moment as much as I am.

  “Argh,” I cry out. My heart is pounding like crazy and I’m all too aware of his hands all over me, of his large, powerful body hovering over me. Dominating me.

  “That’s it, sweetie.” It’s as if he’s encouraging me to let go. “It’s so fucking sexy watching you take pleasure like this.” He rolls my nipple between his fingers, stroking the underside. I gasp for air as my nipples contract into hard buds.

  “Oh, my God.” I struggle to keep it together, but seriously I’m failing badly here. Each flicker of his fingers is unraveling me stitch by stitch.

  Obviously, I’m the only one who notices the room is hotter than a sauna. It must be, because Hunter leisurely plays with my breasts, teasing one of my boobs, then moving to the other languorously and completely unbothered. He’s mercilessly toying with me until my breasts swell to the point of pain. Or is pleasure? I’m so lost I can’t even tell the difference anymore. I’m not sure if he’s trying to prove his theory, but the masterful way he touches and owns my breasts make my peaks spike hard with need. Just when I think it can’t get any better, Hunter lowers his body towards me and captures one nipple in his mouth, sucking, sucking, sucking. “For the love of God,” I hiss. Hunter doubles his efforts.

  He pulls, bites and sucks harder, sending an excruciating jolt of ecstasy through me. My body squirms, demanding more. His tongue rubs over my nipple and the aching between my thighs tightens. It’s nearly unbearable. His tongue fondles my breasts, gently, but hard enough for me to know that this is a man who knows how to give a woman unimaginable pleasure. A moan breaks free from me. There’s no way I can hide how utterly turned on I am right now. With each lick, I become wetter and wetter. Shocked, I realize I’ve parted my legs open almost as an invitation to him.

  “Looks like you want more.”

  “I-I’m—” Not sure I can take more of this.

  “It’s okay, sweetie. You don’t have to deny it. I’m more than happy to give you more.” Yes, please. As if he’s heard my thoughts, he nudges my legs apart and moves between them. Holy hell. The fire burning in his eyes is scorching through me. I lower my gaze, desperately seeking a respite, but I’m drawn back to his eyes like a magnet. I’m unable to explain why his gaze is affecting me so much. This is so intense, I’m sure he can see my heart beating like thunder against my chest. Hunter pushes my back against the wall and then his hands are under my dress, pulling my panties aside and sweeping his fingers across my very wet pussy. I stutter, looking up into dark, fiery eyes. His hands slide between my thighs, pressing them outwards, telling me without speaking a word how he wants me to open myself further for him. “Christ, Miranda. You’re dripping.”

  “Shit, shit, shit.” I’m nearly weeping with joy, unable to control myself as I succumb to pure wantonness.

  Hunter grunts. “Shh, shh, shh, baby. Don’t make any sounds,” he murmurs into my neck. “We don’t want anyone to hear your cries of pleasure.” He’s torturing me in the best possible way. I have to bite my lip to stay quiet. “Good girl.” He smiles at my apparent struggle and praises me for the effort with a kiss. With one hand spread wide on my boobs and the other playing with my pussy, he’s got me trapped.

  Deep inside, my body shakes like a palm tree in a tropical storm. I have no guiding point here. I’ve never felt this way in my life. I’ve never wanted to lose myself in a man like I want to with Hunter. What’s happening to me? This is far more than channeling my inner vixen. This man is awakening parts of me I didn’t even know were dormant. “God.” I pull in a breath. “This is too good.” My voice trails off.

  One part of him needs him to stop or I’ll combust, but another part of me is yearning for more.

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  Hunter

  Miranda is a dream. She’s panting heavy and she’s melting under my touch. Every time she licks her lips my heart stops. The ways she’s submitting to me is like a powerful elixir. What a freaking turn-on. I know I’m asking more of her than most men would ever dare to demand, but I don’t care. She’s way too sweet for me not to gorge on her like a famished beast. The glee I read in her eyes only fuels me. My cock is aching so badly right now. The ideal of fucking her pussy makes me want to rip this dress off of her luscious body, but there’s still this sweet shy side of her that emerges from time to time. I don’t want this to be too overwhelming for her. Tonight, she’s my priority. I can wait.

  “Look how wet you are,” I say. “I haven’t even done anything yet and you’re ready to come all over my hand. You naughty little kitten.”

  “Hunter…”

  “What?” I ask defiantly.

  “You’re saying things again that are going straight to my head.”

  “And that’s a bad thing?”

  “Your words are dizzying.” She clutches my forearm as if she’s going to plead with me to stop, but we both know she won’t.

  “I can’t help it, sweetie. I want you too fucking much.”

  “No one’s ever touched me in such a sensual way.”

  I stop and then move my hand away.

  “Am I to assume that your past boyfriends didn’t know the first thing about pleasuring you?” I ask, looking her over as if I can read every one of her thoughts. Her gaze slips away from mine and focuses on a spot right behind my head. Her silence speaks volumes. Poor little kitten. She’s been deprived. What a crying shame. I close my mouth over hers, taking her the way a real man takes a woman. My tongue plunges deeper as one hand gropes her left tit harder while I barely brush her pussy with the other. I abandon her lips to lose myself in her lustful gaze. “I’m dying to tongue-fuck your pussy, sweetness.”

  “Ah.” She exhales.

  “That’s right. You thought this was over?”

  “Honestly, I don’t know what to think anymore.”

  “Honey, if you thought I wasn’t going to push you any further, you’re dead wrong.” I can smell her arousal and my balls tighten. “Give me your underwear.”

  “Wh-what?”

  “Slide out of your panties and hand them to me.”

  Normally I take wicked pleasure in tearing panties to shreds, but I’ll have mercy on her and I’ll allow Miranda to indulge in my softer side. Just for today.

  She blinks a few times incredulously, but obeys. She wiggles on top of the sideboard until her panties are around her knees. She meets my eyes as if she’s unsure she should continue. “Come on. All
the way down,” I coax. She takes a few deep courageous breaths and pulls her underwear all the way down to her feet. She dangles her thong off her right toe in such a tantalizing way. Mmmm. I reach out for her underwear, already relishing what comes next. “Matching color?” She nods. “Nice.” I bring up her red lacy panties near my nose to smell her heady perfume. I take a small step back to be able to soak in the magnificent sight of her legs spread apart. My cock is so hard it’s as if all the blood in my body has gone south. Satisfied and eager, I slide her panties inside the pocket of my pants.

  “You’re keeping them?” she asks, surprised.

  “Uh-huh,” is all I answer.

  “You don’t expect me to walk out of here butt naked?”

  “I’m doing you a favor.” I grin.

  “How so?” Her eyes widen like saucers.

  “I’m sure they’re already way too drenched to be comfortable and by the time I’m done with you, you’ll welcome the cool air against your pussy.”

  “So I never had a say in the matter?”

  “Uh-uh.” I shake my head to drive my point home. Clearly she’s amused by my boldness. “Trust me. You’ll thank me the next time you see me.”

  “I can’t believe I’m allowing you to do this.” She smiles.

  She’s absolutely endearing.

  “Enough talking,” I interrupt with fake sternness. “My mouth needs to be on your pussy. Now.” My raunchiness puts an end to her giggles.

  “Shit.” She exhales.

  “That’s right. I’m going to give you what you want, not what you were willing to accept from those inept ex-boyfriends of yours. I’m going to push your limits, Miranda.” I drop a string of sweet kisses along her neck until my lips are against her ear. “Have you ever climaxed so hard, you thought you were having a heart attack?”

  “Jesus.”

  “No, sweetheart, it’s Hunter.” I grin. “And you’re going to scream out my name as you come over and over against my tongue.” She gasps and I can feel her nipple harden in the palm that’s still cupping her left tit. I kiss along her shoulders and I trail down. Taking a nipple between my lips, I suck and bite until she gasps in a breath as I use my teeth, easy at first and then just a bit sharper. Christ. She’s so worked up and so indecently slippery. “Spread your legs for me.” She obeys. I drop to my knees. “Now you’re ready for me,” I say, lifting my head to gaze straight into her eyes. “Place your legs on my shoulders.”