by Stasia Black
Which was ridiculous.
But then he jogged to the other side of the room toward the stairs, his tight ass providing an excellent view as he went. He disappeared around the corner up the stairs.
Isobel flopped back against the rug, her whole body limp. The next second, though, her thighs were rubbing together. She wanted more. Which was insane. She barely knew Hunter and God knew she was the last person on earth she would have thought of as sex-starved. But damn, that was the best orgasm she’d had in a long time. But her sex clenched, feeling empty.
When she heard Hunter’s feet pounding on the stairs as he came back down, she went up on her elbows and bit her lip in anticipation. Especially when she saw that he was holding not just one condom packet, but a whole strip of them.
Her mouth broke into a wide grin. Both because of how many he’d brought and the fact that he hadn’t just pulled one out of his wallet, like he’d gone to the bar intending to score. She arched an eyebrow. “Somebody’s feeling ambitious.”
“Not at all,” he grinned. “Just inspired.
He was also holding a plush dark blue blanket. Isobel snatched it from him when he got close enough, quickly draping it over her nakedness. She’d been brave, not flinching the whole time he walked back toward her while she was completely exposed. But she felt immediately better having the cover.
Hunter just looked at her with his brows furrowed. “Are you cold?” He flashed a crooked smile. “Because I’m happy to warm you up.” He dropped down beside her and immediately captured her mouth in a deep kiss.
He reached beneath the blanket and lifted her by her waist like she weighed nothing. She yelped as he settled her on his thighs, her legs straddling his waist. His thick cock lay erect and hard between them. She couldn’t take her eyes off it and Hunter flexed it so that it jumped.
She bit her lip and looked up into his eyes as she reached down with her right hand to stroke him up and down.
He hissed out the second she made contact and his whole body went tense as her small hand wrapped around him.
“Jesus, Isobel,” he bent over and nipped at her shoulder. “I want to be inside you. Can I be inside you?”
When he looked up at her, his cock still in her hand, he looked so vulnerable it made her heart stutter. Like he was asking for more than to just have sex with her.
She didn’t trust her voice so she just nodded. He didn’t break her gaze as he reached beside him for the condoms. She ran her thumb over the bulbous head of his cock and his neck tensed, the vein straining. A drop of pre-cum dripped out and she rubbed it all around his cock. His hands fumbled as he ripped a condom packet open and then he had it at his cock.
Isobel bit her lip as she took it from his hands and rolled it down over his length. Then before she could second-guess herself, she shifted up his thighs and positioned him at her entrance.
His hands went to her waist, guiding her as she sank onto his cock. He held her from going too quickly. Instead, she dropped by increments, the head of his shaft pressing through her folds. He moved so slow she was aware of every sensation as he spread her open and stretched her.
She gasped a sharp inhale at his size. She’d been right—he was thicker than Jason. But the feeling was such a delicious fullness. She adjusted her legs so she was spread even wider to accommodate him.
He groaned low as his cock slid along her inner walls. But then he paused. “Isobel, open your eyes.”
Her eyes popped open. She hadn’t even realized she’d closed them.
She wasn’t prepared for the sight of him, his mouth slightly dropped open, nostrils flared, his eyes dark with lust. And all his focus zeroed in on her at the same time he plunged inside her.
“Eyes on me,” he breathed out.
It was so intense she couldn’t handle it after a few seconds and her eyes dropped. She dipped to kiss his neck but he ducked out of the way and, with his hand, he directed her chin back up.
“Look at me,” he repeated, thrusting up at the same time pulling her down by her waist. His face strained with pleasure as he fully seated himself inside her.
He stilled again, wrapping one hand around her waist and the other up underneath her shoulder, pulling his chest to her breasts until there was no space at all between them. Isobel had literally never been this close to another person in her life. Jason never held her so close when they’d made love. God, even when she breathed in, Hunter’s chest moved with her.
His eyes were so bright. Cornflower blue. They searched back and forth as he watched her. His face was so earnest, brows slightly scrunched, like he was trying to figure her out.
She kept waiting for him to start moving. Then again, she was on top so maybe that was her job? She’d never had sex sitting up like this, but just because he’d been directing her so far didn’t mean he should be expected to do all the work. When she tried to lift up off his shaft, though, his grip on her waist only got tighter to hold her in place.
She cocked her head sideways in confusion but he just said, “Shhh. Just keep looking at me.”
She looked at him.
And it was awkward.
When did people just sit around and stare into each other’s eyes for more than five seconds? Apart from when she was a kid and they played that game where you tried not to blink. Speaking of, when did she last blink?
She blinked. And then blinked again. Shit, now all she could think about was blinking.
Okay, this was getting really awkward.
In fact, being naked with this stranger’s cock up inside her and just staring at each other—without the frantic kissing and tugging and touching and imminent orgasm to distract her… God, how long had they just been staring at each other now? A minute? Five?
Was her body being so close like this making him sweat? Did she smell? She’d given herself a sponge bath at a gas station in Colorado but that was earlier this morning.
What was he thinking while he looked at her? Was he thinking about blinking?
She started watching for him to blink.
But he just seemed to blink at regular intervals. Like a normal person. Because he wasn’t a weird freakazoid who obsessed about how often they blinked while screwing someone.
As the seconds dragged on, and he just kept looking at her, she’d never felt more naked in her life—even though it was just her eyes he was staring into. Somehow that was even more scary than him seeing her cellulite. Because there was nowhere to hide. It felt as intimate or more than his cock penetrating her body.
They said the eyes were the window to the soul. If that was true, could he tell what a fucking mess she was?
“It’s been so long since…” She almost jumped when he finally spoke even though his voice was soft. And then he was quiet so long she thought he might not continue. Finally, he did, still never breaking eye contact. “I’ve missed being intimate with another person. You go through life alone long enough and part of you just starts to feel dead inside. Without this kind of connection…”
His cock stirred inside her but he also lifted their hands, palm to palm, interweaving their fingers. He shook his head. “…it’s like being thirsty and there’s nothing to drink. Months and months and maybe years, you can be surrounded by people, you can walk around all day long, but you’re dead. The spark’s gone out.”
“So then you need some good sex to recharge your battery?”
His cock jumped at her words and he chuckled, his eyes lighting with his smile. “Something like that.”
She was glad she could make him smile. He was a little intense. But she liked it. What he was saying—it did feel amazing to truly connect to another person. Not just in a bullshit way. But to experience true intimacy… God, she couldn’t remember the last time she felt that.
Things with Jason were never really… They just weren’t— They hadn’t been like that. There were so many red flags that she’d refused to see for what they were. And Dad— She swallowed hard. They’d been close when she wa
s little, but ever since Catrina moved in, Catrina had forced him to choose sides.
And he’d never chosen Isobel’s. He’d never believed her when she told him the horrible things Catrina said to her. She was just a child and no one ever took what kids said seriously—that was what she told herself over the years so she could forgive him and have any sort of relationship at all with him. But God, it still hurt. She was his daughter. His flesh and blood.
Before she even realized what was happening, a tear slipped down her cheek. She only became aware of it when Hunter reached out with his thumb and wiped it away. And then she was horrified because his cock was inside her and they were—
Her cheeks heated and she turned her head, trying to pull off of his lap. But his arms held her tighter than ever.
“Don’t. You don’t have to be afraid of anything you feel here,” he murmured, pulling her so close that they were cemented, torso to chest, their noses only inches away from each other. When he breathed out, she inhaled it.
“What are you—?”
“Let it happen.” His eyes searched hers. “It’s okay. To feel sad. To feel happy. Everything is okay here. Christ, do you know how long I wished there was just one place I could be fucking honest? Where I could feel something real?” Then he started to kiss her again, light feathery kisses on the side of her face, on her temple, up to the crown of her forehead.
And then finally, finally, his lips came to hers. They weren’t soft or explorative this time. No, he kissed her deeply, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her into him like he was desperate for her. If they were sharing one breath earlier, now it was like they were trying to share one body.
His tongue tangled with hers, thrusting and demanding. She felt it now—that thirst he was talking about. He was drinking from her like he was demanding to be quenched.
Her legs wrapped around the small of his back and he hiked her up by her ass so that she was better positioned in his lap. Then he guided her up and down his hard cock. Once. Twice.
She groaned into his mouth. His hands grasped at her waist before sliding up her ribcage and to her breasts and then down again. She couldn’t help crying out at the briefest graze of his thumbs on her nipples, arching toward him and throwing her head back.
God, oh God, that felt—
Before she could even finish the thought, his hands were behind her back, unfastening her bra. She helped pull it off and his mouth immediately latched on her left breast, his tongue flicking back and forth over the hardened nipple. She couldn’t help the high-pitched squeal that came out of her throat—because if she thought it felt good a second ago with the barest touch of his thumbs, God, she had no idea—
She ground down on him restlessly as he switched to the other breast. She needed him to move again.
He wanted real?
Well, what she really wanted was for him to fuck her. To fuck her rough and hard.
She bent over his head buried at her breast and gripped his hair. “Fuck me, Hunter,” she growled in his ear. “I need you to fuck me. Fuck me dirty.”
His teeth bit down on her nipple in response. She cried out and arched into him. Oh God, yes. He reacted every time she told him the things she wanted him to do to her. He was driving her absolutely crazy. Time to see if she could do the same to him.
“Stop teasing. Don’t you feel how slick I am around your cock? I need you to fuck me.” She had no idea where the confidence was coming from to demand these things out loud. But the more she said them, the bolder she got. “I need it hard, Hunter. Fuck me hard, please—”
With a roar, Hunter flipped them so that her back was on the soft rug. His cock had slipped out while he moved them, but he quickly realigned and then shoved back home, hitting a spot so good, oh God, it was sooooo good.
He was inside her. Inside. Oh God, yes.
“Look at me.” His demand was growled as he pulled out and then thrust back in again, so hard he speared her to the floor.
“Oh God. Hunter. Yes. Harder.”
His nostrils flared and he pulled his pelvis back and then slammed in again. Every time hitting that place inside her that— She’d never— She didn’t know it could feel—
“More!”
He gave her more, fucking her rough and dirty, his balls slapping with every thrust. Their bodies grew slick with sweat and her moans echoed off the cabin walls. She clenched as hard as she could around him. Clenched. Released. Clenched.
He swore, his rhythm getting faster and more frenzied. With every thrust, his groin rubbed against her clit, his cock also hitting that place deep up inside her with each plunge. Pleasure lit up every nerve below her waist and she squeezed hard around his cock as her cries came out higher and higher pitched.
She howled as the orgasm ripped through her.
He dropped to his elbow so he could wrap both arms around her. He clutched her to him and thrust into her more deeply than ever. She was still riding her high when he roared through gritted teeth and shoved himself to the hilt inside her.
She reached down and grabbed his flexed buttocks, not wanting to miss a moment of the shared experience. He jerked back and then thrust in again, his face knotted with agonized pleasure.
For a precious second, they peaked together.
And then his body went slack over hers. Where his entire body had been strung taut as a bow only moments before, now he crumpled almost completely limp, sliding out of her and rolling to her side. He didn’t let go of her, though. He just dragged her with him so that she was captured against his chest, her body cemented to his side.
She didn’t mind. She was glad, in fact. After such an intense experience—holy shit, that was just—
“Wow,” she whispered.
He squeezed her close and laughed. She could hear it rumbling through his chest where her head was propped.
“Yeah, you can say that again.” He sounded just as in awe as she was.
Her own body relaxed at his words. She’d thought maybe this was how sex always was for him. All his moves were so smooth, she couldn’t help wondering if he was just some sex god who took home a different woman every other night to quench his ‘thirst.’ Women probably a lot prettier and skinnier than her.
Then she clenched her eyes shut. God, she did not need to be worrying about that. She could just enjoy this for what it was without analyzing it to death.
All she’d wanted was one night to let go.
To celebrate her new freedom. Her new life.
Besides, she was far from ready to dive into another relationship right after ending things with Jason. As if a one-night stand would lead to a relationship anyway. She internally rolled her eyes and sank against Hunter’s warm, muscled chest. She wrapped her arm around his broad body. After the year she’d had, she deserved tonight and enjoying the little slice of heaven that was Hunter Dawkins.
They laid there in silence. She would have thought he’d fallen asleep except for his hand tracing patterns up and down her back. He seemed content to simply lie there, snuggled against her.
Like the intense sex they’d just had, his tenderness threatened to crack the determination she’d just come to that this was just a casual one-night stand.
And she couldn’t have that. She was all too aware of how fragile she was at the moment.
Before leaving New York, she’d stopped at the pharmacy and gotten a refill of her prescription—pills she could trust to be her real medication and a ninety day supply so she wouldn’t have to worry for awhile—and already she’d been feeling more evened out over the past few days. But still. It usually took a couple weeks to a month whenever she had a medication change and who knew what the hell Catrina had been dosing her with that she still had to get out of her system?
All of which meant she couldn’t trust any of her emotions right now—no matter how intensely she might be feeling for the man she was currently snuggled against.
So, determined to keep it light, she turned into him and nipped at his
chest, grinning up at him when he jerked in surprise and looked down at her.
She arched an eyebrow. “Don’t tell me you’re done with me already.” She nodded toward the rest of the condoms he’d brought. “You came so prepared, after all. It’d be a shame to put it to waste.
His nostrils flared and his mouth hitched up on one side. “I was an Eagle Scout.”
“Ooo. Impressive.”
“I live to impress.” He was all out grinning now.
She sat up and pulled back from him, drawing the blanket up with her, leaving him bare. She put her fist underneath her chin and looked him up and down, evaluating him in an overexaggerated fashion. “Well, Eagle Scout Hunter, I give you a ten for presentation and let’s say a…” She pursed her lips, “…an eight point five for performance.”
His eyebrows shot to his hairline. “Only an eight point five?”
She smiled at him. “There’s always room for improvement.” Then she added magnanimously, “The judge is open to another demonstration if you’d like to try upping your score.”
“Oh she would, would she?” He crawled toward her like a stalking predator. She jumped to her feet, shrieking, and running for the stairs. She didn’t make it two steps before his arms wrapped around her from behind. He lifted her up off her feet. She squealed and giggled as he carried her over to the couch.
But her laughter quickly died down as he got down to the business of showing her just how skilled he was in the performance department.
Chapter 4
ISOBEL
Every limb was sore as she climbed out of bed the next morning. Yes, they finally made it up to Hunter’s bed—just before dawn, on round number four. She never knew a man could have that much stamina. But then again, she’d never met Hunter Dawkins before.
She smiled, clutching the spare blanket she had wrapped around her body to her chest. For only having one night with him, he definitely made sure it was one hell of an experience.
But it was over now.
The smile dropped from her face as she watched Hunter sleeping peacefully, the morning light streaming in on his gorgeous face and exposed back. The sheet was pulled up to the bottom of his spine, but the tantalizing curve of his ass was visible right at the top of the fabric’s fold.