by C S COURT
“Oh god.” I grind out. The sight before my eyes is enough in itself to cause an orgasm. The man of my dreams is standing in a pair of tight black boxers, spatula in hand, alternating between flipping bacon and sausages and removing items from a Waitrose carrier bag.
Two plates are lined across the side beside the twin cooker, both with two slices of fried bread, egg and beans.
My stomach growls at the sight.
Hunter spins from his spot, his eyes flashing hungrily at the sight of me in my underwear. I would never have felt confident enough to walk around like this in front of Dan.
He beckons me over, and I go willingly, eager to get my hands on him.
He removes the bacon and sausages and splits them between both plates, placing them on his breakfast bar, similar in position and design to Lottie’s.
As he steps back, he makes his way back to me, picking me up by my arse and completely dominating my mouth in a punishing kiss. I wrap my legs around his waist, feeling his erection grow in his boxers. I grind against it, feeling flustered and turned on.
Hunter continues to kiss me, and I match his tongue stroke for stroke.
His fingers tease the seam of my thong along my inner thighs causing butterflies to swarm in my lower belly.
Oh what this man does to me. I become a wanton woman in his presence.
We are broken from our kiss by my stomach growling again.
I flush in embarrassment as Hunter laughs and drops me to floor. My legs have become wobbly, but I refuse to allow them buckle.
I lock my knees and calm my breathing as Hunter drags me to a stool in front of the food. “Food first, ravishing later.” He tells me on a wink.
I sigh, cursing my traitor of a stomach,
The best thing for me to do is dig straight in, so I do just that, with gusto.
This food is amazing, I can never usually eat first thing in the morning after drinking, but this spread has me gulping mouthfuls down.
“Sorry,” I say between bites, “Well, not really. This is so good! Where did the food come from?”
“I rang down and asked for some essentials to be brought up. I thought you’d be hungry and I didn’t want to disappoint.” He says so matter of fact, as if a man going out of his way to not just feed you, but order the food he will cook you is no big thing. It certainly is for me. I have never experienced this kind of treatment and I don’t know what to do about it. I mean, do I just thank him and leave it at that or do I offer to do the same for him.
Crap, so many emotions and thoughts are flying through my throbbing head that I can’t pick one out amongst them all.
“Who taught you to cook like this?”
“Huh,” he looks at me in question, “Oh you mean the breakfast, erm it’s no big deal, it’s a few bits of meat and eggs. But in general my Mum taught me, she didn’t want to raise a man like my father. She wanted me to be able to look after myself and any woman in my life.” He gets a faraway look in his eyes, as if he is reminiscing on some event from his childhood.
“Are you still close with your Mum?” Realising I may have come cross a bit harsh and forward, I reword what I was saying, hoping he hasn’t taken any offence to it. “ I mean, you obviously think a lot of your Mum and she managed to raise a wonderful son, whom I’m sure she is pretty damn proud of.” I ramble on, feeling my cheeks burn.
Hunter drops his knife and places his hand over mine, easing my worries. “It’s fine... Yes, I am incredibly close with my Mum still. She lives in Essex, she loves the glitz and glam of the area. If you met her you would agree she should have been born a true Essex bird. She would love you! She owns a women’s clothing boutique, and I’d put my money on her trying to dress you up when she sees how gorgeous you are.” He starts laughing, and I can’t help but giggle along, feeling tingles at the prospect of meeting his Mum.
When, not if! Squeee I do a happy dance in my head.
We both finish our food at the same time, Hunter looking amused at my gusto for his cooking. I couldn’t care less, the man cooks one hell of a meal, is there anything he can’t do?
The butterflies come back full force as I spin on the stool, planning to jump him and ravish his mouth before he gets the chance to do it to me.
Just as I lean forward, his phone rings.
I look at the display, wondering if it’s my Mum calling so I can speak to the kids, but I notice the name ‘Ash’ flashing on the screen.
Hunter grumbles, looking apologetically at me before putting the phone to his ear and connecting the call.
I leave him to his call, even if it is getting slightly heated, and take the dishes to the sink, rinsing them off and annoyed when I can’t find any washing up liquid. I hate leaving dirty dishes in the sink.
Hunter’s voice becomes more distant, and I turn to watch him taking his call in to the hallway.
I don’t follow him, I know what it’s like when you can’t sit still on the phone. I always pace, completely unaware of doing it, well, unless Dan shouts at me that is.
Standing here waiting for my gorgeous, god of a man to come back... Hmm when did I automatically start calling him mine?
I’ll analyse that thought later.
I start to feel increasingly uncomfortable with how exposed my body is. Not only that, but I’m standing like a lemon in the middle of his kitchen, staring at the walls. I can’t exactly go to the bedroom and collect my clothes, Hunter went that way and I don’t want him to think I’m eavesdropping. Mind you, I’d rather walk past him on the phone, than stand here like an idiot waiting for him in a lace bra and thong.
Fuck it, I’ll chance it. I can’t stand here like this any longer. I creep to the hallway, hearing his muffled voice but not seeing him.
I breath a sigh of relief and make my way to his bedroom, stopping in shock when I hear Hunter screaming something about a ‘gold digging bitch.’
He can’t be talking about me, can he? He didn’t give me the impression that was how he felt, but can I really blame him, I did allow him spend a shit ton of money on my children, take us out and sleep in his penthouse, all from the get go of meeting him.
My heart is beating frantically, and I want nothing more than to prove that I have never been, nor will I ever be a gold digger. I want to be loved and cared for, I will never expect any man to throw his money at me. I’m not the sort.
Running the rest of the way to his bedroom in a panic, I throw the door open and dress as fast as I can. I opt to leave my shoes off, no way can I walk around in heels with a raging hangover.
Just as I bend down to pick the shoes up from the floor, Hunter steps in to my line of vision, I start at his toes and allow my eyes to sweep their way up his muscular thighs, boxers and incredibly sculpted torso finally reaching his face.
I sigh inwardly, but can’t quite get my mouth to open for any sound to come out. I am so hurt, and terribly disappointed that Hunter believes me to be some gold digging cow.
“Baby, what’s wrong?” He asks, noticing the somber expression on my face.
I drop my mouth open and raise my eyebrows, shocked that he even has to ask. “For real? You really need to ask me what is wrong?”
He screws his face up in thought, looking bewildered and confused by my question, does he honestly think I’m stupid? “What are you talking about? Baby don’t run away, talk to me, tell me what I have done for fuck sake.”
I shouldn’t even bother giving him a response, but I do, the insecure side of me needing to make it’s self known. “I don’t see how you stand there and act so lost when I heard you calling me a gold digging bitch. And for the record, I couldn’t care less how much money you have or what you spend it on. I don’t need any man to keep me. I can do it all on my own. I walked from Dan and I’ll be the one to give my children the lifestyle they deserve.” My blood starts to boil and I find it increasingly difficult to control my temper. I spent years bullied by that controlling arse hole and five minutes of meeting and falling for someone who I
thought was different, I end up burned and hurt worse then I ever did with Dan.
He only serves to piss me off further when he bursts out in laughter, a full belly laugh. I grind my teeth to stop myself from saying something I’ll regret, my head is throbbing worse than before and I don’t need to make it any worse.
“Oh god. Is that all this is over?” What? Is he fucking kidding me? Is that all my arse?
“Oh Connie, I’m sorry you had to overhear that. The gold digging bitch I was referring to is my ex, not you baby. I would never put you in the same boat as her. Now come here and give me a kiss.”
Oh fuck, trust me to blow something not related to me at all, way out of proportion. I could kick myself, why am I such a paranoid freak? Fuck, could I look anymore stupid?
“I’m sorry. I just heard you shout it and panicked. I would never want to be classed as one of those. I believe in being with someone for the sake of love, not for their money.” I say as I bury my face in his bare chest in embarrassment.
Hunter lifts my chin, leaning down to brush a gentle kiss across my lips. “Are you really sorry baby?” The wicked glint in his eyes makes me question him as he asks that.
“Err yeah. Of course I am.” Where is he going with this?
My top is whipped over my head before I can blink. “Then how about you help me remove these clothes so you can show me in other ways?”
I shiver in excitement at those words, ripping my clothes from my body and pushing him on to the bed behind us.
Hunter laughs, and reaches for me as he falls. Making me fall over the top of him.
I start to giggle, but stop when I feel the hardness in his pants. I don’t give it a second thought, I grab his hard cock through his boxers and rub, watching his mouth part and breathing become heavy in pleasure.
“Off” he groans. Wait, what?
“Stop stalling and get your thong off.. NOW!” He demands, holding my wrist, and preventing movement.
I obviously take too long to do as he says. I hear a rip and feel the elastic in the underwear give way.
I watch him wide eyed, not expecting that reaction in the slightest.
Woah, somebody is an eager beaver!
“Lie on your back. Legs spread and give me your hands.” Holy fuck this is hot. I have never been dominated in such a way, all inhibitions fly out of the window and I do exactly as he says.
Hunter wraps the broken thong around my wrists. I can wriggle my fingers but can’t pull my arms apart. I am completely at Hunter’s mercy, mentally and physically. He is the ultimate sensory drain, everything ceases to function in his presence.
He gazes down at me with his intense, alluring blue eyes, that appear to be piercing straight through me. I tear my eyes away, running them down his seriously defined torso, this man is devastatingly good looking, every single part of him.
I am so affected by him, inside and out.
His controlling side is so arousing, causing desire to coil low down in my stomach. I part my lips, attempting to take a steadying breath. I need to keep part of my head functioning at least, and not totally think with my vagina.
“Stop thinking and just feel. Let me control your pleasure.”
I do as he says, and halt all thoughts immediately, becoming putty in his hands.
“Your mine baby,” Oh god I am, I am without a doubt his.
He breaks eye contact with me, lowering his head to nip and suck at my neck, working his way down to my breasts. I can see my chest rising and falling heavily as he sucks a nipple in to his mouth, swirling the stiff pink peak with his tongue.
He sucks, hard. The action sending bolts of desire directly to my core. “Tell me.”
I gasp. “Tell...you...what?”
“Tell me who you belong with. Who’s are you?” He bite’s down sharply to punctuate the point, demanding an answer from me.
“Ahh,” I hiss, “Yours, I’m yours. Oh god, don’t stop.”
“Never!” is all he says, as he swaps his attentions to my other breast and pinches my clit at the same time. Shockwave’s ripple from my sex outwards, a scream bursting from my lips.
“Oh my god! Hunter please, ahhh, I need you.”
He bites down, hard. “Shh, we are only just getting started.”
I thrash my head from side to side, as he brushes his fingers over my throbbing clit. No. I won’t last. I need him now.
“Please, please... Don’t make me wait. I can’t... I can’t do it.”
I’m gasping by this point, thrusting my hips upwards to gain some more friction, just enough to achieve the climax I am so desperately chasing.
Hunter takes pity on me, rubbing his fingers from his other hand up and down my entrance, gathering my arousal and slowly entering two fingers deep within me. He starts to pump them, once, twice, and on the third time I shatter in to a million pieces, mumbling my release incoherently.
As I am coming down to earth I feel Hunter place his massive erection between my legs, at my entrance. I start to shake my head, not ready to feel him buried deep within my core, I am still shaking from the last amazing orgasm he has just given me. I need a few minutes to calm my body.
“No, you can take me. I promise, you will take everything I am giving you, and you’ll enjoy it.” Is the last thing he tells me, before he thrusts sharply inside.
“Fuckkkkkk,” I grate out, the sheer size of his cock makes him hit every single nerve in my sex. The pleasure is so great that I’m pretty sure I have a mini orgasm just from that alone.
Hunter pounds in to me relentlessly, hitting my womb every single time. There is a slight amount of pain, but it fades with the increasing bliss I encounter from his punishing rhythm.
His movements become jerky, his breathing matching mine.
My eyes close, rolling back in to my head. “Open your eyes,” And I do, without a single hesitation.
We stare at each other through half lidded, lust filled eyes, showing each other in the most meaningful way, how much we care for the other.
“Baby are you on the pill?” Oh fuck, how did I not realise he wasn’t wearing a condom? Could I be anymore of a slut?
“No, no. I’m sorry.. I was never allowed to go on it.”
Bang-bang-bang,
Hunter’s thrusts get harder as I tell him that, fury flashing through his eyes as he grabs my knicker bound hands resting on my stomach and lifts them above my head. The other hand coaxes my arse to thrust high in the air as he makes his way on to his knees, his hand doesn’t move from it’s position, holding it up.
He continues to pound in to me, anger feeding him and I start to panic a little. Although I am incredibly turned on, I don’t want Hunter to make love to me pissed off, that’s not what I want in the slightest. Only I would bring up Dan at at time like this.
“I’m close, but I won’t cum inside of you. I’ll pull out, do you trust me?”
“Yes,” I speak without hesitation, my voice sounding foreign to my ears.
As he shouts “I’m there,” I shatter, my body finding another orgasm from somewhere I didn’t even know existed. He in turn cum’s along my waxed sex, his abs rippling and his eyes burning through my own as he does.
Without looking at me, Hunter jumps up from the bed in all his naked glory, calm and collected whereas I am still trying to regain my breathe and come back down to earth.
I feel the sting of rejection, the stupidity at answering the way I did making me mentally kick myself all over his plush bedroom.
Why, at such a tender moment, when I felt truly connected to Hunter, as if we were one being, did I say something so totally foolish? A simple ‘no’ would have sufficed.
FUCK!!!
Struggling to sit up with my still bound wrists, I swing my legs off of the bed, making the decision to follow Hunter in to the bathroom to clean up and then apologise, beg, grovel, do whatever is needed to get him to forgive me.
He stops my approach into the bathroom with a hand against the door frame, filling t
he space before me.
My breathe catches, his cock standing to attention once again.
I daren’t look up, if I do I am bound to lose myself in his eyes.
“Look at me.” And I do, just like that. One simple order, and I comply.
“I was getting a flannel to clean you up with.” He says, gripping my arms between his hands and pulling me in to him. “Fuck, seeing you standing there, with that glorious body of yours covered in my cum, is the hottest thing ever.”
“Hunter,” I gasp.
His other hand wipes the cum from my stomach tenderly. He chucks the flannel to the side of the room and throws me over his shoulder.
“Hunter, what are you doing? Put.me.down.” I shriek, struggling to push myself up with my bound hands against his lower back. My face inches from his delectable, toned backside.
“I’m about to wipe that somber expression from your face and replace it with one of ecstacy.” He rubs his fingers along the folds of my pussy, gathering my wetness and causing an involuntary moan from me. “Always so wet. Only for me!”
I wriggle on his shoulder, attempting to get him to release me. I’m completely exposed to him, totally at his mercy.
“STOP MOVING.” He demands, slapping my arse cheek hard with his palm to punctuate his point.
I hiss, the sting offering a delicious kind of pain.
His fingers continue to probe the length of my sex, and I can feel more wetness gathering between my thighs at his ministrations.
He thrusts two fingers deep inside my depths, as he throws me on to the bed, quickly spinning and lifting me so my upper body is face down in the covers and my lower body is raised and open to him.
The excitement courses through me, the walls of my vagina clenching against his fingers, urging him deeper.
Just as he places his hardness against my pussy his phone rings, he pauses for a beat, but chooses to ignore it and instead rub his cock up and down my folds.
I shiver in anticipation of him filling me again.