by Anya Summers
Hunter used the swing to shuttle her up and down his length at his leisure. As much as she wanted a swift release, with a single glance in his eyes, she saw the emerald had deepened into near black in his passion, and Veronica knew he would extend the salacious torture for as long as possible. Using the natural motion of the swing, Hunter set a laid back pace as he canted his hips for a better angle, sliding against the nerve endings of her g-spot with a rhythmic caress. The combined sensations of the plug in her rear channel with his enormous cock furrowing inside her sheath were driving her mad.
Only Hunter had ever been able to make her this mindless, fill her up just right. Then he changed the tenor of his thrusts, from slow and soulful into these brutal, steady plunges that rode the line between pleasure and pain, his face darkening as his own desire increased. The swing made her his own personal playground, granting him an all access pass to her most intimate, sensitive flesh. As his pounding digs increased, her breasts jiggled under his rapt gaze, enticing his hands to travel up from her hips to cup the mounds as he quickened his pace. His fingers toyed and tugged at her nipples. He remembered the way she liked them caressed, squeezing the sensitive areolas, making them engorge and lengthen. She adored how his rough palms massaged her globes.
Hunter gripped her boobs painfully, which shot pleasure straight to her sex, while his hips jackhammered his cock inside her pussy. His thumbs teased her nipples, rubbing the engorged peaks as he pummeled his length inside her. Veronica's body coiled in on itself at the forceful onslaught, and imploded.
"Ahhh," she screamed. Her pussy walls spasmed around his length, greedily trying to draw him deeper inside while her back channel compressed in sputtering waves around the plug as her body unraveled.
Hunter withdrew from her pussy on a rumble. She whimpered at the emptiness as he left her floating. In a haze, she saw him pad over to the armoire and withdraw another package, but she was too far gone on cloud nine to pay attention. Veronica was awash in yummy afterglow. In the space of time they'd been in the private room, he'd given her two wonderful orgasms. She was internally applauding her decision to chuck her common sense at the door when he strode back into her line of sight.
Veronica's belly fluttered. On that beautiful thick cock of his, still gloriously erect, was a cock ring snug at its base, with a tiny bullet vibrator attached to the top.
Hunter readjusted her body in the straps and added some around his own body until his form was supported. Veronica had no idea how he planned to make this work until he maneuvered her body in the straps, using them to help position her frame, until she was straddling his hips. He reached through her thighs to the plug still embedded in her ass.
Veronica whimpered. The plug had a motor.
Sweet bloody hell.
He switched the plug on a medium vibration. Waves of pleasure rolled through her system and pulsed into her core. Hunter hissed when he switched on the mini bullet attached to the cock ring. And then he guided his engorged member to her pussy, rubbing the tip through her drenched folds, and seating her over his length as he thrust upwards.
From this angle, the vibrating cock ring buzzed against her clit as he slid all the way inside. All the while, Hunter's enormous cock stretched her pussy walls and the butt plug pulsed in unending waves in her anus.
"Ohhh, Hunter."
Her eyes crossed when he lifted his feet off the ground, using gravity and the motion of the swing in their lovemaking, rocking inside her pussy. The swing created a seesaw motion where he didn't have to move, just use the motion of the swing, which plunged his cock in and out of her clasping pussy.
She couldn't contain the mewls and moans pouring from her mouth as pleasure overrode every facet of her being. If he would just keep fucking her, she could die happily. The rhythmic seesaw set a tempo that left her a vibrating, quivering mass. Veronica's body reached toward climax, this blinding pinnacle that bore down upon her with all the force of a winter squall pounding Scotland's coastline.
"Look at me, Roni," Hunter commanded, his voice burgeoning with his own need.
She hadn't realized she'd shut them. At his hoarse order, she opened her heavy lidded eyes, pleasure thrumming in her veins, and trembling as she looked at him, keeping her gaze affixed to his as he thrust once, twice, and then her body shattered.
"Ahhh," Veronica wailed as she trembled and shook, her body vibrating as the waves of her climax battered her system.
"Roni, ahhh," Hunter thundered, his hips wildly pumping, the swing moving in a riotous pace as his orgasm blasted through him.
Her body clasped and quivered around him as he bucked his hips, riding the storm of his climax until they were spent. Veronica hung limply on another plane of existence.
Hunter withdrew his length, switched off the butt plug, and unfastened himself from the swing. She whimpered as he removed the plug from her ass, as it set off another ripple of reverberations. Then he moved around the room as she hung, limply suspended in the swing. She couldn't have moved if she'd tried.
Hunter walked back into her line of sight wearing his slacks again, having discarded the used condom and cock ring. He held a warm wash cloth, and tenderly proceeded to clean the lubricant and juices from between her legs. Once he was satisfied he'd cleaned every nook and cranny, removing all traces of their sex, he finally undid her restraints. He assisted her out of the swing. From being at an odd angle for so long, not to mention the multitude of earth-shattering orgasms, the moment her feet hit the floor, her knees buckled.
"Whoa! I've got you, kitten."
Hunter scooped her up in his arms, grabbed a blanket from the armoire, wrapped it around her body, and headed to the service elevator. She shut her eyes and leaned her head against his shoulder. It felt so blessedly nice to lean, even if only for a little while.
He carried her to her room and deposited her in her bed with an unreadable mask shrouding his visage. Veronica wasn't ready for the fantasy to end. When he started to retreat, she shot a hand out and grabbed his wrist.
"Stay," she pleaded.
For a moment she thought he would refuse her, but then he took his pants off and scooted her over in the bed, climbing in beside her. She nestled against his shoulder as he settled himself down.
The reality of Hunter was better than any dream she'd had in the last ten years. She only wished that the dream would last.
Chapter Five
At her phone ringing, Veronica was startled awake, finding herself alone in bed. Filtered light streamed through the half-closed pewter curtains as she fumbled for the device blaring on the night stand. Wiping the sleep from her eyes as she sat and lifted it up, Colin's cheery face stared at her from the screen. After quick glance around, she breathed a sigh of relief that Hunter had vacated the room sometime while she'd slept. She wouldn't have to explain the call—or, more importantly, Colin.
Love swamped her as she answered. "Good morning, baby. How are you? Did you sleep well last night?"
"Hi Mama. Opa showed me how to cook haggis at the pub. And Oma let me help her with the inventory. Then I got to sleep in your old room. I like the bed in there."
"That's so wonderful. I'm glad you're having a great time with them. Haggis, huh? Did you try some of it after you finished cooking it?"
"Ew, that's gross. Opa tried to make me eat some but Oma told him to lay off me and made me a sandwich."
Veronica chuckled. She'd never developed a fondness for haggis, either. In fact, she thought it was downright disgusting. "I don't blame you, kiddo. I'm not a fan of the stuff myself."
"When are you coming home?" His little voice shifted into a mopey whine.
Veronica took a deep breath. She loved that he still wanted her with him so much. It wouldn't be long before he wanted his freedom and independence. Hell, it felt like only yesterday that he was learning to walk on pudgy little legs, and now… She sighed. "Tomorrow morning. Cousin Declan's wedding is tonight. So I will get up tomorrow morning and make the drive home. I should be
there before supper. How does that sound?"
"Good. I miss you, Mama."
Climbing out of bed, with the long day ahead on her brain, she spied black slacks crumpled on the floor. Her stomach dropped into her toes. Alarm bells sounding like fog horns blared in her brain.
Oh, bleeding Christ! At the sound of a toilet flushing, Veronica felt all the blood drain from her face. Hunter was still here. In her bathroom. He hadn't left the room after all. She had to get off the phone. Urgency spurred her onward as her heart thudded in her chest.
"Uh huh, miss you too." The oak bathroom door swung open and Hunter strode into the room.
"Gotta go. Love you." She avoided saying his name; the phone trembling in her hand.
"Love you, Mama. Bye."
She hung up before Colin could say any more, with her heart clogging her throat. At the now blank screen on her phone, Veronica did her best to appear calm and collected as she faced a blessedly naked man, not that she had a stitch of clothing on herself.
It was easier to focus on the lines and planes of his body than his eyes.
"Who was that?" Hunter inquired with a nonchalant expression.
"My mom," she lied. Guilt ate away at her soul but there was nothing for it. She'd not risk her son's happiness and wellbeing, not even for his father.
"How are Judy and Duncan? Do they still have the pub?" Hunter asked, his features relaxed with a smile that came easily. He'd always thought highly of her parents and treated them with the utmost respect. Her dad had taken Hunter's abandonment just as hard, having considered him for a time as the son he'd never had. This easy-going man was the Hunter she remembered, less guarded and more carefree with his smile instead of constant brooding.
A little more mindful of her nudity, she grabbed her robe from the nearby chair and wrapped herself in it before responding. "They're doing really well. Da still runs the pub the same way he has for the last thirty years."
Hunter shook his head, his grin deepening. "It's nice to know some things never change."
"The menu's been updated a bit, with my help. Nothing major, just added some dishes more in line with the changing times."
"How'd you get him to agree to that? If I recall, your dad didn't care for change."
"You got that one right. He's as stubborn as a mule and twice as ornery. I merely threatened to walk, and in fact, did so for a week, before the old man caved."
"You two always did tend to have some epic battles." There was a warm light in his eyes, sending sparks of awareness through her system. The man still hadn't bothered with any clothes.
"That we do." It was easy. The friendship and camaraderie, like putting on your favorite pair of worn sneakers that you haven't worn for an age. It was almost too easy. As if the years they'd been apart had vanished overnight.
"Any other changes?"
"No, not really." The lie tripped so easily off her tongue. Her smile almost faltered at that. The problem was that those years had happened. She couldn't erase them just because she wished it was so. She'd leave tomorrow and he'd be gone from her life again. On emotional quicksand with him, and sinking fast, she said, "Well, I don't want to keep you. I know we both have to get ready for the wedding this evening. I'm supposed to meet with the bridal party in a bit."
"Trying to get rid of me, huh?"
"It's not that, I just—"
He yanked her close. "The bridal party can wait." He nipped at her lower lip while his hands undid the belt on her robe, seeking her flesh beneath.
"Hunter, I don't think it's a good—""
His lips cut her off. God, his mouth! Because of their history, he knew exactly what made her week-kneed, what made her delirious with pleasure, and the precise buttons to push so that any thoughts of refusal slipped right out the door. Cursing him and her lack of resolution to put distance between them again, instead she wrapped her arms around his neck and stretched up on her toes in order to get closer.
At her capitulation, Hunter picked her up and carried her over to the bed. Any determination she had to send him away melted under the deft sureness of his tongue. Laying her down in the middle of the bed, he grabbed some Velcro restraints, and looped them around her wrists, positioning her arms above her head. Once he had her arms secured, he joined her, his big body crowding hers onto the mattress, nudging her legs apart with his knees until he settled between her thighs. His bulging erection was snug at her apex.
His hands never stop moving. He traced her arms, from the tips of her fingers to her shoulders, all while his mouth worked magic on her lips. She loved the weight of him on top of her. The way his tongue thrust into her mouth.
His hands went to her breasts, cupping them, kneading the flesh until her nipples puckered from his attention. Only then did he break contact with her lips and move south, planting open-mouthed kisses over her chest until he captured one of the stiff peaks with his tongue and wrapped his lips around the distended bud.
Veronica arched her back, mewling as he lapped at the areola until it swelled into a taut point before moving on to its twin. Her breasts had always been sensitive, and having his mouth on them was just this side of heaven. He knew what turned her on. He tugged and swirled his tongue, nipping against the peak with the right amount of pressure on the bud to make her come undone underneath him.
While he lavished her breasts with his mouth, one of his hands caressed her abdomen and trailed further south until he reached her sex. He groaned around her nipple at discovering her wetness. Already spread for him, his fingers danced along her drenched folds, where he caressed her labia, parted her further, and ran his fingers over her crease. Then Hunter teased her as his finger thrummed against her clitoris, rubbing the sensitive flesh as he slurped on her nipple.
Veronica writhed beneath him, awash in pleasure. His touch made her forget the guilt, the secrets and the lies, until there was nothing but passion suffusing her being. And then he thrust two fingers inside her quivering sheath, plunging in and out in a fervent demand that sent her body spiraling toward orgasm. Hunter didn't relent or slow as he hammered his fingers, fucking her pussy brutally.
When he added a third digit she came apart, her sex clenching around his fingers as tremors wracked her frame. And then he was moving and covering his cock with a condom. He lifted her legs so they rested on his left shoulder, then nudged his cock up against her pussy. Her legs being pressed together in this fashion made her sheath tighter as Hunter penetrated her with a growl.
Once he was seated to the hilt, he twisted her hips to the left, positioning her legs, still together, wrapped around his left thigh as he knelt. Just this movement sent a shower of electric sparks into her core. Hunter began shuttling his length in and out of her sheath. The snug feel of his cock had her moaning as he set a steady pace. And then his hand snaked between her thighs and rubbed her clitoris as he pounded his cock inside her.
On his knees, he leaned forward slightly, penetrating her sheath even deeper, his fingers never relenting against her clit as he whipped her body into a passionate frenzy. His right hand cupped her boob and tightly gripped her flesh as he slammed his length inside in a series of brutal thrusts that sent her into the stratosphere of pleasure.
He dug his hand into her breast as he slammed his cock inside her trembling sheath. The pleasure-pain combination did her in and she strained against her bonds.
"Ahhh," she wailed as her climax slammed into her system. Ripples of pleasure vibrated through her body.
Before she even had a chance to recover, he changed positions, withdrawing his member from her pussy and rolling her onto her side. He laid his body flush against her backside, releasing her wrists from the restraints as he nudged his cock inside her from this angle. It activated all the nerve endings of her g-spot as he thrust in brutal digs and kept her a prisoner of his forceful lovemaking.
Veronica could tell he was holding back, in an effort to extend the pleasure for both of them. But that wasn't what she wanted. She wanted him to
fuck her, hard, fast, and just riding the line of brutality. When his hand went to her clit, she moaned.
"Please fuck me harder, Sir."
With a voracious snarl, he drew her in more strongly, his arms wrapped around her front, holding on to her shoulders as he pistoned his hips. His balls smacked against her ass as he did exactly as she'd requested. She held on to his forearms, writhing her hips as he slammed again and again inside her greedy channel.
He bit her shoulder and Veronica wailed as her orgasm screeched through her system with all the grace of a sonic boom. Her body vibrated and trembled as the residual waves from her peak lapped at her body and steamrolled her.
Hunter shuddered and bellowed in her ear as he stiffened and came. They rode the shattering waves of release. Their bodies vibrated together in their tight embrace.
Still embedded and joined in the most intimate of ways, Hunter twisted her face toward his and claimed her lips in the gentlest kiss imaginable. It spoke of care, and brought tears to her eyes. She squelched them behind her closed lids and returned his embrace with a keen understanding that she had never stopped loving him, only forgotten it for a time.
Chapter Six
Veronica enjoyed her afternoon with the bridal party. She'd had breakfast alone in her room and showered before joining them in the library, which had been set up to look like a dressing room. She gave in and allowed herself to be pampered. Zoey had invited a team of hair dressers, make-up specialists, and nail technicians for her bridal party. Veronica got a manicure and pedicure in a festive, glitzy plum-silver combination, had her make-up artfully applied, and her hair curled in long glossy pile down her back.
She left as Zoey and her bridal party were dressing in their gowns, needing to slip into the little indigo number she'd brought for the ceremony. After a brief call to check on Colin, she headed to the conservatory. Wedding guests had begun streaming through the halls, all dressed in their best.
It took everything inside her not to turn and run when she spied Hunter and Jesse at the double door entrance. Hunter in a tuxedo was about the finest specimen of manhood on the planet. Drenched in sex appeal, his dark golden hair was artfully arranged to appear like he'd just been interrupted from getting his groove thing on and the lucky woman had spent the entire lip-locked session with her hands in his hair.