Flame

by Clarissa Wild

“I don’t care. You’re my fuck-up. It doesn’t matter what I try to tell myself or what other people are trying to tell me. I can’t live without you.”

  He caresses my back and the sweet, soothing motion makes me feel like I’m floating. “I don’t want to let you go. I won’t. Ever. I don’t care if I’m not good for you. Let me be selfish just this once. It doesn’t matter whether you walk away from me, or if I have to walk across the ocean to get you, or if I have to move the fucking world. I can’t do this without you.”

  He buries his head in the nook of my neck, pulling me so close to him that I can hear his heart beating rapidly. The sound is all-consuming, pulling me from this world. In his arms I feel calm and at peace. His words gather the broken pieces of my heart and mend them together.

  “I don’t want to choose either,” I mumble. “I need you. I need you more than … anything. Seeing you fight again, just the thought of it, is so painful. The blood on your hands scares me.”

  He lifts his hand and shows it to me. “It’s clean now. No blood.” With the palm of his hand he cups my jaw, his thumb stroking my cheek. “I’m sorry for putting you through this. I didn’t know that was the reason you hated seeing me fight, but I understand now.”

  “I don’t want to see you get hurt. It scares me,” I say.

  “Shh … I understand.” He rests his forehead against mine, his nostrils flaring as he takes deep breaths. We stay like this until our breathing is in sync, calm, peaceful.

  “I don’t care anymore. Whatever happens, whatever people say, I’m not going to end this.”

  “What?” he says. Cupping my face with both hands, he forces me to look at him. “Did someone talk you into something?”

  “My dad,” I sigh. “He wanted me to end the relationship or he would do it himself. He came to my room and spewed so much crap about you … it hurts just to think about it.”

  He lets out a big breath. “Oh, Leafy …” His hand moves to the back of my head, gripping my hair as he pulls me closer again, hugging me so tight I can barely breathe.

  “I’m sorry you had to go through that. I didn’t know he’d do something like that. If I’d known, I would have come over there and told him to lay the fuck off. I don’t care if he’s your dad, he doesn’t have the right to make you cry. Neither do I.”

  “Please don’t fight with him. It’ll only give him more reasons to hate you. I don’t want my family to hate you … I love you.”

  He kisses my temple, his lips quivering against my skin. “I won’t go against him. I’ll just keep on doing what I’m doing. I’ll show him my worth. I’ll make him see what I can do. He’ll come around, eventually.”

  “I don’t want him to drive us apart. I don’t want anything to drive us apart. Please don’t ever let me go again,” I say, looking up into his eyes.

  “I won’t. I promise. I love you too much to let you go, no matter how much I try. I don’t want to taint you, but I don’t want to be without you either. I can’t live with either of those.”

  “Then don’t.” I swallow. “Now that I know why you’re doing it … for my mother … I can’t do anything else but love you more.” I caress his scruffy jaw with my hand. “You don’t taint me. You make me whole.”

  He leans in against my hand, almost begging me to touch him. “I love you so much …” His words come out in a croaky voice, like he is putting every ounce of himself into this one sentence. Breathtaking.

  Our eyes lock again, smoldering with burning love. There’s nothing in this world I wouldn’t do for him. Nothing. I would go through hell and back for him, even if it means I’d die. I’d rather not be alive at all than live without him.

  Without hesitation, he draws me closer and leans in, pressing his lips firmly against mine.

  With this one all-encompassing kiss he sears his love into my skin. His taste is so familiar, so divine, I need it more than I need oxygen or water. Our kiss ignites a flame inside me that burns away all the hurt and doubt, setting me free.

  My arms wrap around his neck as he pulls me closer and closer, his kiss so deep, so passionate, I can’t help but fall in love all over again.

  I tangle my fingers through his hair and savor the kiss like it is my last. A last tear rolls down my cheek, but it’s not from sadness, but relief that I finally have my Hunter back and that we will be okay. We will make things work. We have no other choice; we can’t live without each other.

  And so I let him kiss me until I’m numb and senseless, drowning in his kisses. Drowning in him.

  ♥♥♥

  Hunter

  I can’t take my lips off her. I need her so much right now. I’m starving for her lips. I can’t catch my breath, but I can’t stop either. I need her to feel how much I love her, need her to know how much I need her, and that everything I said was a fucking lie. It was all the fear of not being able to live up to her expectations, the horror of disappointing her. I pushed her away instead of talking to her. If only I’d told her before why I was doing this, to help her mom out, then maybe this never would’ve happened.

  But fuck, I’m happy she’s here and that she’s all right. She’s here in my arms and I’m not letting her go. Not ever again.

  I’m such a fucking mess, and still she loves me. I have no fucking clue why, but that’s why I love her. She loves me completely, unconditionally, so much that she can’t stand the thought of me even having the slightest scratch on me. I know I’m a bastard for earning money with fighting, but it’s the only thing I can do, and I’ll make sure I’m damn good at it. If she can’t see me get hurt, then I won’t let myself get hurt. I’ll make sure it never happens. I’ll train and fight until I can knock out everyone in my path with her watching me, smiling, proud.

  I want to be her winner.

  Smelling her, I take her scent in with eagerness, wanting her so close, holding her isn’t even enough anymore. My fingers slide down her neck to her spine and down to her waist as I turn her around, still kissing her. I’m slowly taking her back to the car, not taking my lips off her. Entangling her fingers in my hair, she lets me push her backward until we reach the hood of the car. I’m not the best at finding directions when I have my fucking eyes closed. Kissing her is more important than seeing where I’m going.

  She bumps against the hood, and I put my arms around her, making sure she can’t slip away. I’m not letting her out of my sight. Not anymore. Her plump pink lips are so luscious … so soothing … so volatile for me. They turn me into something I shouldn’t be right now, but I can’t help myself.

  Planting my hands on the hood, I trap her inside my arms and ravish her mouth. I can’t get enough of her, can’t get enough of her sweetness, her passion, her spark, her flame. I need her love right now.

  “God … I want you so much right now, I can’t stop,” I murmur against her mouth, nipping at her lips, catching them with my teeth.

  “I want you too. Don’t stop,” she whispers, and then she drags me closer by my shirt.

  “Hmm …” I moan into her mouth, but take my lips off her again. If I don’t stop now, I’ll turn into that beast again. I know, because I’ve been there before. She does that to me. Especially now, because I haven’t seen her for a while, and now that I’ve finally got my hands on her, I’m not sure I can hold back. I don’t even want to, but I’m forcing myself to stop. It’s not right to take it further now. Not after what we just went through.

  “We’re soaked,” I say.

  “Yeah …” The way she says it sends shivers down my spine. It’s like she’s saying she’s ‘wet’ in a whole different way. Exhilarating.

  “No, I mean, we should get back to the car.”

  She shakes her head, pulling me in for another kiss, and I barely escape.

  “I can’t control myself,” I say.

  “You don’t need to.” She leans forward and pulls down my shirt, exposing my collarbone. When she starts pecking my skin, I’m done for.

  Groaning, I say, “You don’t kn
ow what you’re in for.”

  “Yes, I do. We’ve had sex before.”

  “Not on a fucking car, on a road, in the rain.”

  “I don’t care,” she whispers, wrapping her arms around my waist and pulling me closer. My cock springs alive from her tug, because she’s never been this needy. This willing. It’s like she wants me to fuck her.

  “I need to feel your lips on me. I need you. I need you everywhere. Inside me,” she whispers close to my ear. Fuck. She’s undoing me with her words. Now I’m hard as fuck.

  It feels so fucking wrong after a fight, but so very tempting at the same time. My desire to take her has been multiplied by ten since we argued, as if my inner caveman knows that in order to fix love you need to fill each other up with love. Or in other words, fill her up to the brim.

  My cock is throbbing in my pants at the thought of having her right now. I can’t think of anything else, it’s like my mind is only focused on one thing now, and that is claiming her.

  Ah, screw my conscious. “Fuck it …” I murmur, and then I dive into the little nook between her neck and shoulder and kiss her until my lips are raw and swollen.

  I push her up against the car, and then lift her up, setting her down on the car. Parting her legs, I step closer and suck the beads of water off her skin. With my tongue I slip down her neck, licking up all the raindrops until I reach her tits. Her hands drop back onto the hood when I grasp both her perky tits in my hands and kiss the swell, going from one to the other.

  “God, you’ve never tasted this good before.”

  She giggles, which only gives me more incentive to seize her body and make it mine.

  My fingers travel down her stomach while I keep my lips on her collarbone, teasing her as I slide lower and lower, avoiding her pleasure spot. I know she wants it, but I want her to savor that feeling for a while. I want her to realize what she’d be missing if I wasn’t there to please her anymore. And I want to enjoy myself while doing it.

  I curl my fingers around her shirt and rip it over her head, surprising her. “You scared someone’s gonna find us here?” I tease, throwing the shirt on the hood of the car.

  She squints, a smirk appearing on her face. “No.”

  I purse my lips and raise an eyebrow. “Not even a little bit?”

  Little moans escape her mouth as I massage her tits. She can’t speak, but shakes her head instead.

  Hmm … I wonder how far she’ll go. I want to know if I can push her boundaries. It’s too exciting not to try. So I slide my fingers down her shoulder, pushing her bra down, and then in one surprise move I flip her tits out of her holsters.

  She gasps as I immediately lock my mouth over her rosy nipples.

  “Oh, Hunter …” she moans as I flick my tongue over her hardened peaks.

  “What? You backing down yet?” I tease.

  “No. Definitely not. Oh my God …” she murmurs.

  “Hmm … I like that.” I grin against her skin as I lick her tits until they are nice and perky. My hand drifts down to her pussy and I splay my fingers, grasping her possessively. “Mine.”

  “Yes, Hunter, yours.”

  Rubbing her while suckling on her tits, my cock strains in my pants. All our clothes are wet, and I’m dying to get them off. All of them. So I unbutton her jeans and pull them down, pulling her ass up as I rip them off her legs. She’s lying flat on the hood of the car, ready for me. I imagine pulling up her legs to my shoulder and gripping them while I pound into her. God, I’m so fucking horny. I haven’t had her in a while and it only makes my lust for her grow stronger. I don’t give a shit if someone could catch us, and I don’t give a crap about this being make-up sex. If it’s going to be fucking make-up sex, then I’m going to make sure it’s unforgettable.

  “I’m so fucking hard for you right now,” I say, tearing down my own jeans. My cock springs out of the cotton as I pull it all down, and she gasps in anticipation.

  “I’m always hot for you. It’s fucking unbearable when you’re not around. I want to bury myself so deep inside you … God, I’m going crazy. I want to fuck you,” I say, stepping forward, my fingers hooking under her lace panties, the only thing standing between me and her pussy.

  “Do it …” she murmurs, her eyes gleaming with pleasure. “Fuck me.”

  Fuck … those words. It makes my cock pulsate with pure need. Her begging, that pleading voice, it’s fucking ecstasy to me. I’ve never heard her say that, which only makes it sexier.

  I place my hands on the hood, the thud making her jolt up. Leaning over, I kiss her damp thighs, sucking the rain from her skin. Her skin has a fine sheen of beaded, glistening water on top. I love how she gazes up at me, trying to catch a glimpse of what I’m doing. Her eyes are scorching hot, her lips parted slightly, her tongue on the roof of her mouth as pleasure rolls through her body. I kiss her belly, just above her pussy, short breaths escaping her mouth. She buckles her hips to meet my lips, but I scantily avoid her needy pussy. I know she’s already wet for me; I can see it right through her panties.

  “Hmm … so hot,” I whisper.

  Licking my lips, I slide one finger down her folds and she moans in delight. I chuckle against her skin as I take her panties with my mouth and pull them down her legs, all the way down to her feet. Then I slowly move up again, kissing her smooth leg all the way up to her thigh.

  “I’m going to show you how much I love you first. I want to taste you. I want to taste every inch of your skin and savor it so I’ll never forget the taste of you.”

  She bites her lip in response to my kisses as I trail them back up to her pussy.

  Planting soft kisses on her skin, I watch her quiver underneath me. My tongue dips out to taste her sweetness, and fuck, how I have missed it. I flick her clit with my tongue, playing with it, teasing her until she goes mad with desire. Her nails scratch the car as I lap her up, sucking on her swollen nub.

  “Hunter,” she gasps. “I need you. I need to feel you inside me.”

  Fuck … those words. My cock throbs from them. She’s grown out of her shyness, and fuck me, it’s hot.

  “Hold on, let me lick you first,” I murmur against her folds.

  “But it’s too good.”

  “Hmmm … How good?” My tongue is dexterously toying with her clit while I slide one finger in and out of her pussy, the wetness exciting me.

  “Fucking good!” She’s moaning so loud, on the edge of bliss. I can hear she’s not far.

  “Come for me. Come in my mouth,” I say, sucking her until she lets out a short squeal from heightened pleasure. My fingers dig into her hips as I lick her to her climax.

  “Oh, God, yes … Oh, please …”

  When she comes my cock pulsates with excitement. Her pussy overflows with wetness and I can’t help but grin as I keep licking up her sweetness, my finger still dipping in and out of her. I love feeling how her muscles clamp around me, needing me inside her.

  Her body quivers, her legs limp as she lies lifeless on the car. Coming to a stand, my cock is fully erect and dying to push deep inside her. So I step forward and lift her legs, settling them on the hood of the car. With half-mast eyes she watches me, the look on her face delirious still. I smirk, seeing that the aftermath of her orgasm is still lingering inside her.

  “Now, I’m going to fuck you. And it’ll be so hard you can’t stand for a week.”

  She giggles as I pull her body closer to mine, prodding her with my cock.

  “I fucking love you so much, but I can’t help myself. When I see you lying in front of me like this, naked, willing, hungry, I need you. I needed you fucking days ago.”

  “Then take me,” she says, leaning up from the car on her elbows, her perky tits right in my face.

  Grabbing her legs, I lock them behind me as I rub my cock against her clit, sliding it up and down her folds. She whimpers, her wetness making me slick and even harder than before. My fingers drift to her ass and I yank her to me, burying my cock in her at the same t
ime. A long, deep gasp comes from her open mouth as I drive into her, staying far inside her for a few seconds. Our eyes lock in heated passion as my cock throbs from her clamped muscles, her pussy so greedy.

  “I need you,” she says, her lips quivering with every word.

  “I’m here.” I lean in for a kiss on her forehead. “I’ll always be here.”

  I drag my lips from her forehead down her nose until I find her eager lips. I kiss her deeply, roughly, hard. My tongue darts out to lick hers, desperate to get closer, deeper, more inside her. I need her as much as she needs me.

  As I fuck her, all I can think about is making her mine again. How I can’t stand the thought of ever losing her, this, us. With each stroke I tell her with my eyes: You are mine. You are mine. Mine. Don’t you dare run away from me. I need you.

  Words aren’t necessary. My hard cock says enough.

  With her palms on the hood, and her legs tightly wrapped around my back, I plunge into her, growling like a fucking animal. My gaze is firmly set on hers, her wantonness oozing out of her. Literally; she’s so fucking wet. Fuck …

  She bites her lips as she looks at me while I fuck her harder and harder, making me hornier with every second. I can’t stop myself, I don’t even want to. I want to burst inside her and fill her with my come, marking her mine.

  “Do you know what you do to me?” I say.

  She inhales sharply, not answering, but I can tell she knows exactly what I’m talking about.

  “You’re so fucking beautiful.” I grip her tighter, each thrust sending shocks through my body. My breathing sounds more like primitive grunts as I fuck her, hard and powerful. Her skin is covered in goose bumps, and her nipples are taut, drawing my attention while I ravage her. I can’t believe she’s letting me. I’m losing control of myself, and I love it. Letting go of every restraint I have.

  The head of my cock is rubbing her right on her sweet spot, causing her face to contort with desire. “I’m coming again,” she whispers.

  “Yes,” I say, reaching between her legs to stimulate her clit. “Come all over me. I need to feel your pussy milk me.”