“So,” she started between one kiss and another, grinding her chest against his, as if her body didn’t know whether it wanted to escape the burning touch on her buttocks or push back into it. “Tell me when you’re ready.”
“Oh, baby … I’ve been ready since I met you,” Hunter whispered and pulled his hands back to unbuckle his jeans.
Asty suckled on his tongue and kissed his warm neck before carefully sinking to her knees. With her face on the same level as his zipper, she could perfectly see his underwear as his veiny hands opened the front of the pants. Her nose picked up a musky, earthy scent, and she leaned in, grabbing one flap of denim.
Hunter pushed his jeans lower along with his briefs, and his cock was already half hard when Asty saw it. There was a nice thickness to it, and she noticed a vein on its underside that she couldn’t wait to lick. Being on her knees in front of Hunter was completely different to doing so with Ray. When she looked up, the sight of his handsome face flushed, his eyes glistening, and his hair falling in smooth lines down his torso melted her a bit on the inside.
She slowly curled her hand around the base and tasted the thick vein. It pulsed when she pressed on it with her tongue, and when she suckled on the thick flesh, moving up until she reached the head, the sigh above her told her that she was doing a decent job. Asty swirled her tongue over the smooth head and dipped it into the hole at the tip, tasting a bit of salt and the wonderful aroma of clean flesh and arousal. Her other hand slowly moved up and down Hunter’s thighs, feeling up his muscles and the warm, hairy skin. Each time her hand was nearing his balls, he’d tense up, but she felt she could tease him some more if it made his cock harden for her.
“This is better than my dreams, babe,” Hunter whispered, sliding his hand into her hair.
Asty looked up, popping the cockhead out of her mouth and finally touched his scrotum. It seemed to tighten in her hold, two sensitive balls in a sac of soft skin. “This is way hotter than sucking on a dildo,” she said with a grin and winked at him. She wondered if he still had that vibrator he stole and whether she wanted to ask him to return it or pretend she forgot about it.
Hunter snorted. “Oh, fuck. You practiced on a dildo? This is priceless. I’m in for a treat then.”
Asty spread her tongue over the sensitive flesh just underneath the head, and she could sense Hunter shiver as both tips wiggled gently. His pulsing cock pressed on the piercings in her lips, upping her pleasure as well. “What is a girl to do if she wants to be ready, just in case?”
“No, you’re right, it only makes sense,” he muttered, but his gaze was so focused on her he didn’t even blink, and his powerful chest rose and fell at a quicker pace.
Asty kissed the tip of his dick and then slowly worked half of it into her mouth. It felt hard but wonderfully smooth on her tongue, and she bobbed her head while gently twisting her hand on the remaining length. She sucked on the tasty flesh as she drew back, more turned on than she expected. Her breasts were heavy and so were her pussy lips, which throbbed every time she sucked his cock in.
Giving head was the perfect opportunity to explore every inch of Hunter’s cock in detail, as when they fucked, he was very hands on and would usually guide her into what he wanted.
Hunter groaned and started slowly rocking his hips, his eyes getting that sexy half-lidded look, without ever straying away from her.
Asty kept looking back at him as well, as having his warm gaze on her made her arousal skyrocket. There was no comparison to the only other blowjob she’d given. She could sense Hunter was there with her. He touched her to show his appreciation, and he felt so good in her mouth, even more so when he was getting close and his muscles twitched against her, as she drank the salty pre-cum and rocked Hunter’s balls in her hand.
“Touch yourself,” Hunter murmured from above, and his hips moved in a steady rhythm, dragging his heavy cock back and forth over her tongue. “I want to see you reach under your dress and do that for me.”
Asty moaned, sucking in air while she held the tip of Hunter’s cock on her tongue. Her pussy gave a shudder, and she frantically pulled up the tight dress and maneuvered her lace panties lower. Her nether lips were so ripe, so wet when she pushed her fingers in between, that she felt she needed to communicate it to Hunter as well. She did so with a moan that elicited one from him as well.
“Fuck, yess …” Hunter held her hair firmer, and his thrust sped up. “You don’t even know how hot you are. I don't mind if you're a nympho, as long as it's with me.”
Asty pushed her fingers into her vagina before sliding them toward her clit. The mere touch to it was enough to make her gasp, but she squeezed the base of Hunter’s cock, holding it in place, and caressed the head with both tips of her split tongue.
Hunter gasped. “Fuck, I’m gonna come just watching you work that tongue.”
Asty tried to smile without closing her mouth and started quickly working her clit as she sucked on Hunter’s cock even harder. She wanted to swallow his cum, and it had nothing to do with the ritual. She wanted to make him come so bad. She whined when pleasure started rising in her body, and it was yet another incentive to suck harder, to lap at that throbbing cock and take it in deeper. She couldn’t push it past her gag reflex for now, but she was sure it wouldn’t be necessary when she watched his chest move and his hair slide as he rolled his head against the wall.
She came, moaning against Hunter’s dick, and her knees slid a bit farther apart. Wave after wave, the orgasm followed the rhythm of the shallow thrust Hunter was making into her mouth. He held her head steadier for a few more pushes just before he came with a low groan that would now occupy her wet dreams. Asty swallowed every last drop, almost embarrassed about just how greedy she was for it. She leaned in when he loosened his hold on her and pushed her fingertips underneath his shirt, to caress the smooth muscles while she still gently sucked on his spent cock. She withdrew only after a few moments and kissed the base before climbing up his body as she stood up, feeling lazy and content with herself.
“Oh, wow …” was all Hunter could manage between one gasp and another. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her in for a kiss. One of his hands unexpectedly trailed lower, and before she knew it, he was sliding his fingertips between her slippery pussy lips.
Asty grunted and grabbed his hair, her leg sliding up his thigh in the effort to give him more room to play. “Yes.”
Hunter teased her opening with lazy movements, but finally slipped in two thick digits, making her moan. “I will fuck your pussy no later than tomorrow,” he murmured. “And it’s all mine now.”
A flash of heat overcame all of Asty, and she nodded, certain she’d consent to anything he’d propose right now. “Yes, I want your thick cock in me again.”
“Dirty girl.” Hunter grinned. “I love that. Can’t wait for more.” He kissed her neck and pulled out his fingers. He surprised her with a slap on the ass. “Let’s sort ourselves out before we go back out there.”
Asty mockingly scowled at him, but she also knew someone would eventually notice their absence and start investigating. It was time to join the others, but when she pulled away from Hunter, the memory of his touch was still almost like a physical presence on her body.
*
Asty was glad she carried some powder and black kohl in her backpack, as her makeup would turn heads for all the wrong reasons if she hadn’t mended the damage made by tears and friction. Hunter was long gone and back at the party by the point she could safely leave the small guest room, and she already couldn’t wait to see him again. There was a giddiness inside her that she had never experienced before. It was nothing like the anxiety before a meeting with your crush, who didn’t reciprocate your feelings anyway. Hunter actually wanted her the same way she wanted him. She’d squeeze as much out of this relationship as she could.
Priest noticed her the moment she came in and waved at her to come closer. “Where have you been? I almost thought you sneaked out and went
home,” he said, sipping a beer.
Asty shrugged. “Just some girl talk, Dad. You don’t wanna know.”
“I’m loving this party,” Priest said with a grin and made a sweeping gesture around a room full of club members, acquaintances, hangarounds, and other friends. “I should get injured more often.”
Asty poked him with her elbow. “Don’t you dare. You’re risking too much already.”
“I just wanted to get a head start on the club extension. We will have guests here for the New Year’s Eve party. You will be there, right?”
Asty nodded, briefly swiping her gaze over Hunter, who was engaged in an arm-wrestling match with Prince. His uncovered bicep was bulging with tension as the two fists moved back and forth over the table. She stopped listening to Dad’s voice and smiled when Prince’s forearm landed on the table, and Hunter grabbed a bottle of liquor from the side of the table, seemingly taking his prize.
“Never thought we’d have a British prospect,” Dad said, pulling her out of her thoughts. “It’s not your thing, is it?”
Asty gave a nervous laugh. “Were you planning to set me up with him?”
Priest groaned and drank more beer. “You still have time, he will be a prospect for a while …”
“Dad, I can manage by myself. It’s not rocket science,” she said with a small smile.
“Just sayin’ ... You’re my baby, but I know you’re a grown woman now. I just don’t want to see you hurt.”
“I know,” she said and patted his hand. She too would do anything to see her dad happy. “Don’t worry, I won’t date a douchebag. Just don’t threaten them, and it’ll be fine.”
“So will you come to the party?”
“I will.”
Asty wanted to talk some more when Tooth’s tubal voice cut through the conversations, just after the music died unexpectedly. He stood by the bar, alongside Lucky, all groomed and even more handsome than usual in a well-fitting sleeveless shirt. “Don’t panic, this isn’t to raise alarm, or anything like that,” he said with a small smile.
“You gonna do a speech for the prez?” Blitz laughed and raised his cup toward Priest.
But behind him, Asty couldn’t help but notice Ray approaching Hunter.
Tooth shrugged and put his arm over Lucky’s shoulders. “In a way, I suppose,” he said and saluted to Priest as he turned a very confused Lucky around, showing off his property vest to all their friends. He stepped back and put his hands on Lucky’s shoulders, looking at him with a softness Asty never saw in Tooth before Lucky appeared in their lives. She swallowed, too captivated by the scene to think about Ray.
Tooth cleared his throat. “So I was thinking of ways to do this, but I’m not an actor, so I’ll just be my old self.” He laughed quietly and pulled something out of his pocket, but Asty couldn’t see it behind Lucky’s back, which twitched slightly as the room went quiet.
Tooth continued, very calm and quiet in comparison to how he usually talked, “Lucifer, I didn’t expect to ever meet someone who I would like to share my life with the way I share it with you, but then you fell into my hands, and I didn’t want to let you go since.”
Asty covered her mouth, and her heart started pulsing quicker as she got an idea about what was happening.
Tooth swallowed and moved his fingers over the edge of Lucky’s jaw. “I want you to be always safe, and I want you to always stay with me. So ...” He cleared his throat again, looking into Lucky’s face. “Will you marry me?”
Lucky only had eyes for Tooth as he nodded and threw his arms around his man’s neck. When he whispered, “I will,” it was barely audible.
But before any cheers or applause could erupt, Ray’s voice was like the screeching of tires on hot asphalt. “Seriously? This is some fucking bullshit! Can’t this at least happen behind closed doors? No one wants to see this.”
Asty couldn’t breathe, shocked that Ray dared to spoil such a moment for her brother and his man. Tooth’s face was a mixture of bewilderment and barely held-back rage. Lucky’s hand tightened on his bicep.
Ray was about to open his mouth, and Asty was dreading more hateful garbage pouring out, but out of nowhere, Hunter’s fist came up, and he punched Ray straight in the face, eliciting a nasty crackle and sending him to the floor. That didn’t seem enough though, as Hunter jumped him, grabbed Ray’s vest to pull him up, and sent him to the floor with another punch. Deep down inside, Asty realized that it couldn’t have been just the hateful comments that brought on such rage. Hunter was taking the chance to channel his jealousy over how Ray coerced Asty into a blowjob and fucked them both over. Hunter didn’t need to say it for Asty to know, and despite not being a fan of violence, seeing Ray get a taste of his own medicine gave her a sense of righteousness.
Tooth hugged Lucky to his chest and watched the fight—or a beating—with a stiff expression. He kissed the top of Lucky’s head and made no movement to stop the violence, just like everyone else gathered. Milk left the side of his wife and slowly pushed to the crowd, watching Ray’s head bounce off the wooden floor. The guy got too hazy from the first punch to properly defend himself against Hunter, but no one was feeling sorry for him.
Tooth gave Milk a short nod, and after what felt like forever, Milk went over to break up the fight and pulled a heaving Hunter away from Ray. Prince approached from the other side, and they both dragged Ray away.
Lucky gave Tooth a quick kiss on his hairy cheek and pulled away just enough to look at the mostly silent crowd. “Didn’t you hear me? I said, ‘I will.’” His lips stretched in a smile, and the cheers finally erupted.
Hunter
Hunter parked his bike by the two other Harleys and pulled off his helmet. A deep breath of cold air didn’t help him cool down. He was about to spend Christmas Day with people he was sort of close to, but sort of wasn’t, except Asty, of course. He was close to her as often as he could be, and every night when he fell asleep in his single bed, the fact he hadn’t spent even one night with her was making him restless.
When he approached the house, walking down a tidy path cleared of snow, he believed he could see her shadow through the curtains, but maybe it was just an illusion brought on by the twinkling Christmas lights on the roof and a large light sculpture of Santa’s sled, complete with two reindeer. Tooth had a nice house with two floors and a double garage.
After what Ray had done at Tooth and Lucky’s engagement, he was most definitely not invited, but Hunter didn’t know how his cousin felt about that, because they hadn’t spoken much since, settling on cold war tactics. It was not without satisfaction though that Hunter noticed Ray had lost his gold fang. Hunter was sure it now lay somewhere in Tooth’s cabinet.
He walked up to the door, which was decorated by a tasteful wreath, and rang the bell. His skin stung from the cold, but the door opened very quickly, and he was greeted by the one face he really wanted to see. Astaroth looked back, as if checking if she was watched, and slipped outside, planting a surprise kiss on Hunter’s lips.
He smiled and gave her ass a quick pat. “Now that’s what I call Christmas spirit,” he whispered.
Asty pulled her fingers through his hair as she pressed their cheeks together. “There’s mistletoe inside.”
“I don’t think your dad would be happy to see us like this, even if we blamed it on the mistletoe.” Hunter laughed and gave her another kiss. She looked exceptionally hot today with many different pendants adorning the low neckline of her velvet dress. The fabric stressed every curve of her body, and Hunter wasn’t complaining at that sight. He’d rather have the whole world know they were dating, but since they had agreed to keep it a secret, he settled on the pleasure of knowing that the gorgeous creature that was Astaroth was his only. From her leather high heels to the short black bangs and every piercing in her body, she was his.
Today, she made an exception to her usual color scheme of black, grey, and dark purples and wore a bright red Christmas hat, crooked to the left side of her head. Sh
e exhaled some steam and opened the door, letting him in. It was time.
The entrance hall was a simple room with a big mirror and imitation stone tiles on the floor. A garland of fairy lights adorned the wooden frame of the mirror and mistletoe was hanging off the lamp. The house was filled with the sounds of old school Christmas songs, scents of food, and chatting that came from the room adjoining the hall.
“Is that Hunter?” asked Priest, and she confirmed, leaning against the wall as Hunter put his feet into guest slippers that had been prepared for him.
Hunter smiled and took off his scarf and jacket. He couldn’t help being nervous around Priest, despite knowing the president couldn’t actually see through him and know that Hunter was fucking his daughter.
They eventually made it into the large living room with an open plan kitchen. The house was very modern and stylish. It wasn’t polished luxury that made it cozy but the attention to detail that someone—presumably Lucky, as Hunter doubted Tooth had any proclivities for interior decoration—had put into the place. Many potted plants stood around on the windowsills, and the walls were spotted by framed band posters and mirrors of various shapes and sizes. Additionally, Lucky and Tooth had added some Christmas flare that made the room even cozier. The guests sat around a table covered by a dark red cloth with a green and golden centerpiece. Considering that everyone—including Priest and Tooth—sported Christmas hats, Hunter expected to get one as well.
“Hey, Hunter!” Lucky rushed over to him with his cheeks red and hair in a knot at the back of his head. “You have to wear a Christmas hat. Asty, get him one, okay?”
A big black cat slipped between Hunter’s feet and he picked it up with a smile. Even if he was something of a club hostage, he liked feeling as if these people wanted him around. “Get one for the cat as well,” Hunter said to her and petted the fur behind the cat’s ears.
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