by Katy Kaylee
He smiled wide and had a sparkle in his eyes. He was having a good day. I was so pleased to see it, even though I worried it meant he’d forgotten or didn’t care that I’d kicked him out of my home last night.
“I’m glad you’re here,” he said. Oh, maybe he was smiling because he was happy to see me. What did it say about me that I was always thinking the worst? He motioned for me to sit on the couch and then sat next to me.
“You seem happy today,” I said.
“Seeing you cheers me up. Plus, I just had a good conversation with Chase.”
“Oh?” The counselor in me was filled with questions. I squashed them down. How would a woman who cared for a man react?
“He notices that I’m calmer,” Hunter said.
“Oh, that’s good. So, there’s no problem with them trying to oust you?”
“I don’t think so. He thanked me for looking after Sara.”
I studied him, wondering how he took that news.
He shook his head in disbelief. “I still feel guilty, but he said he never blamed me, just himself.”
I put my hand on his, which I could do now that I wasn’t his therapist. “Guilt is a powerful emotion that can paralyze us.” That sounded like a counselor, so I added. “I’m so glad that he was able to help you let some of that go.”
He looked at me. “Let go.”
I cocked my head, wondering what he meant.
“In my dreams, you tell me to let go.”
He had dreams about me? “Let go of what?”
“A rope, but I think it represents something else. I think it’s all the guilt.” He turned his body, and his eyes were serious as he said, “So, do you, Doc.”
I quirked a brow. “Oh?”
“All your guilt about fucking me. This isn’t counseling. I’m a man and you’re a woman, and we happen to have the hots for each other.”
I swallowed, wondering if that was all this was. Live life, I reminded myself. I’d never had an affair either, and if that was all this would be, at least I’d have done it.
“That’s not to say that you haven’t helped me, but it hasn’t been counseling. The yoga and breathing help, but that wasn’t therapy.”
“No.”
“The group is counseling, but that doesn’t involve you,” he continued.
“No, it doesn’t.”
“There’s something about you that affects me, but it’s not your counseling, which I’m sure is wonderful, but I won’t be using you for that.”
“Okay,” I laughed.
“But you did spend time probing my brain and asking questions, and I’m thinking that maybe to help you let go of the idea that you’re my counselor, I can turn the tables. A man and a woman who are into each other ask each other questions.”
“Okay. What do you want to know?”
He drew his finger down my cheek. “Why did a smart, sexy, successful woman like you hold on to her virginity for so long?”
I’d been hoping for questions like what was my favorite color, but I suppose considering the questions I’d asked him, this seemed equally as personal. I wasn’t interested in delving into my past, but my pain was nothing like the heinous memories I’d asked him to revisit when I was his therapist.
“I was always focused on school and achieving my professional goals. I just never had time for a relationship.” I was a coward for not telling him about Mike, but I decided to give him a little bit more. “I never met a man that made me feel like I wanted to turn in my v-card.”
He grinned, and his eyes turned feral. “I make you feel some sort of way?”
“You know you do. I can’t resist.”
“You were saving yourself for me, Grace.” He wrapped me up and pulled me into his lap.
I wasn’t sure I believed in destiny, and yet, perhaps I was waiting for a man like him. “And was your behavior done to look for the right woman?”
He winced. “You may not believe this, since you’ve never had mindless sex— Have you? I’m not mindless, am I?”
“No.”
“Anyway, there is a difference being with you and the others. The others were like an itch that needed to be scratched. It was surface. Shallow. And when it was done, it was done. I didn’t want more. But with you…I’m nowhere near having enough. I’ve never felt like that before.”
I hated that he’d been with so many other women, but his words made me feel warm, and like I was making the right choice. I was different for him just as he was different for me.
“So, now what?” I asked.
“Now, I’m going to kiss you and get you naked.” He pushed me back until I was laying on the couch under his hard body. He laughed.
“What’s so funny?” I asked.
“Someday, we’ll do this in a bed.”
I smiled. “I don’t know how.”
His grin turned wicked. “Ah, Doc, I have so much to teach you.” Then his lips were on mine in a fiery kiss that made my entire body go hot.
I kissed him back, wanting to learn everything he wanted to teach me. “I want to make you happy, Hunter.”
“You do, baby, you do,” he said as he tugged on my ear with his teeth and his fingers undid my blouse.
“I mean, I want you to teach me what makes you happy.”
He lifted his head, his dark eyes filled with desire, watching me. “Letting me touch you makes me happy. Can’t you tell?” He ground his hardness into me. I spread my legs, wanting to feel it against my aching center.
I narrowed my eyes. “You’re going to make me say it, aren’t you?”
“Say what?”
I couldn’t tell if he was teasing me or not. I reached between our bodies and cupped him, loving the hiss he let out as I squeezed him. “I want my mouth on you. I think you told me once you imagined it.”
He groaned. “I do want that, but we’ve got time.”
I squeezed his cock harder.
“Careful. That’s important to all this.”
“Just because I’m a virgin doesn’t mean I’m not aware of all the ways there are to pleasure a man. Teach me, Hunter.”
His eyes flashed with amusement. “Or else, what?”
“I’ll have to find someone—”
“Like hell you will,” he growled as he rose off of me and shucked his pants off. “You want to suck my dick, have at it.” He sat and waggled his brows.
I undid the buttons of his shirt. “I want to see you, all of you. Do you know how perfect your body is?”
“If you think so, that’s all that matters to me.” He yanked his shirt open, and I ran my hands over his pecs and leaned in to lick his nipples.
“Fuck, that’s good,” he moaned. He said it like he never knew his nipples could be erogenous zones. “Take your clothes off too,” he demanded.
I had a moment to wonder about his office door. As if he knew, he stood and said, “Take your clothes off, and I’ll make sure we’re not interrupted.”
I was stripped bare by the time he reached me. He was the same.
“Now, where were we? Oh, that’s right, you were going to suck my dick.” He took my hand and rubbed it on him. “Do you want to know my fantasy?”
I nodded, loving how smooth and hard he was.
“You’re on your knees when you do this.”
I smirked. “What is it about men and domination? You’d think after thousands of years of being masters of the universe, they’d have had enough.”
He laughed. “I love your contrary mouth.” He kissed me hard. “I tell you what, if you want to tie me up later, I’ll let you. I’m an equal opportunity sex partner.”
I wondered if that was true. Not the equal opportunity part, but the tying up part. I didn't have any interest in that, but I was surprised by his willingness to do it. I guessed it wasn’t something that triggered his PTSD.
I dropped to my knees and looked up at him. The desire that flamed in his eyes made me wetter than I already was. It was hard to believe that a man, this man
, could find me that attractive, and yet the way he looked at me told me he liked what he saw.
I ran my hands over his thighs and stared at his dick. I licked the tiny bead of pre-cum off the tip.
He hissed. “Ah fuck, this is gonna be good. Take your hair down, baby.”
I pulled out the two screw bobby pins holding my hair in a French twist and shook my head.
“You’re so fucking sexy, did you know that Grace?”
I loved hearing my name on his lips. “You make me feel sexy.”
His fingers ran through my hair. “I suspect I won’t last long. Do you want me to cum in your mouth, on your tits, or to hold back and fuck you?”
I wanted all three. “What do you like best?”
“All of them would be good for me.”
I snaked my tongue out and ran it around the rim of his dick.
“I might not have a choice though,” he groaned as he pulled my head to him.
I opened my mouth, letting the head of his dick into my mouth as I ran my tongue over it again.
“Ah yes, baby. Your mouth is so hot.”
Slowly, I took him deeper. He was too long to take all the way, but I did what I could to accommodate him. I used my lips to grip him as I slid down his shaft toward his balls, and my tongue as I slid up to the tip.
I didn’t have experience in this, but I had watched a few videos, and I tried to mimic what I’d seen those women do. I turned my head and went down at a different angle. I moved quickly, and then slowed down. Sometimes I used my hand and sucked only the tip. Each time, I listened to his reaction. His breathing picked up, and his words became naughtier. His fingers gripped my head as I bobbed over his dick.
Then I used my other hand to massage his balls.
“Ah fuck…I’m going to come…don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop…”
His hips were thrusting, so I gripped him with one hand and sealed my lips around the rest of him, and with the other hand, massaged the area right behind his balls.
He let out a long growl and then shouted, “I’m coming…I’m coming in your fucking sexy mouth Grace…Ah, here…it…comes…”
I felt warm liquid coat the back of my throat. It was thick and tasted slightly salty. I continued to move over him but was unable to maintain it as my mouth filled and I started to choke.
He pulled out. “Keep jacking, baby…he’s not done.”
I moved my hand over him in the rhythm of his hips rocking. Two more times, liquid shot out from him, landing on my breasts.
In the next second, he was on his knees, grabbing me and kissing me hard, then he used his tongue to clean himself from my breasts. When he was done, he simply gripped me.
“I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard,” he said.
“Beginner’s luck?”
He lifted his head and looked down on me. His eyes looked a little stunned. As if the experience was more than he’d anticipated. “If that’s novice level, you’ll fucking blow my mind with the advanced.”
He stood and held his hands out to me to help me up. “Now, it’s your turn. What do you like, baby?”
I was turned on but would have been perfectly content to leave it like that. It felt amazingly good and satisfying to bring him pleasure.
He brought me to the couch. “I know.” He laid down on his back and pulled me to straddle him. “Fuck my face.”
I gaped. “Won’t you suffocate?”
“No. But if I did, dying by your pussy would be worth it.”
I positioned myself over him as he instructed.
“Come here, and give your sweet juices, Grace.”
21
Hunter
Wednesday
Grace’s expression was uncertain as she positioned herself over my face. I was determined to give her the orgasm of a lifetime, although I couldn’t imagine it would compare to what she’d just given me. Holy fucking Christ, I thought my cock was going to explode the way her hot mouth worked him, and then whatever she did behind my balls…I swore I saw stars.
Then to see my cum on her tits, that was sexy too. And now, I wanted to return the favor. I stuck my tongue out and flicked it over and around her clit.
She let out a sharp, “Oh.” Her hands gripped mine, which were holding her hips as I guided her to my mouth.
“Give me your sweet pussy.” I felt like a dying man, and her body was the cure. I sucked and licked and worked her pussy until her hips were rocking, and she was making sexy “ohh” sounds under her breath.
When her body would start to tremble, I’d back off, wanting to make it last a long time for her.
“Hunter please,” she said on a gasp. I didn’t want to torture her, so I got ready to send her all the way.
“Are you ready to come?”
“Yes.” The word escaped on a long hiss.
I released one hand, and using two fingers, inserted them inside her tight, wet pussy. “Ride my fingers, baby,” I instructed.
I listened as her breath came in sharp gasps, and her head dropped back. She was so fucking sexy that my dick was already hard again, acting jealous of my fingers. He’d have to wait.
With my fingers thrust inside her, I sucked her clit. Her entire body went taut. She threw her head back and sweet juice filled my mouth.
“Oh God, Hunter.” She continued to rock on my fingers and face, until finally, she sagged back.
I quickly maneuvered her until she was on her back. I found my pants, grabbed a condom and slipped it on.
“I have to be inside you, Grace. Can I?” Please God, let her be ready for more.
“Yes,” she said, opening her legs.
I lay over her and realized this was the first time I’d take her in a missionary position. It made me wish we were in a bed.
I positioned my dick at her pussy. “Look at me,” I said.
When her eyes were locked with mine, I pushed, holding the reins on my own passion to avoid diving in. I’d had her twice before, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t hurt her if I thrust in too hard or fast the first time.
She moaned, gripping my shoulders and wrapping her legs around my hips urging me deeper inside her. She might be a novice, but her body knew what it was doing.
“So, fucking good,” I groaned as I sunk deep inside her. My dick had been inside so many pussies, and yet, with Grace, it was like nothing it had ever experienced. It wasn’t just that she was tight around me. Or slick and hot. Being inside her was more than just the physical juxtaposition of my dick in her pussy. It was like a part of me, my being, was inside her too. It was fucking awesome, even as it terrified me.
Wanting to make sure she came again, I sucked on her tits and used my hand to rub her clit until her hips were grinding against me.
“Grace.” I said her name as I levered over her, ready to turn up the heat.
Her pretty hazel eyes behind her glasses opened, and something in my heart clenched. I started to move with her, taking us both up and up, until I was teetering on the edge of oblivion.
“Come with me, Grace,” I ground out as I tried to hold back and wait for her. I thrust in again, and then she was there. Her body arched and gripped me hard, launching me off the precipice with her.
I yelled out as my dick exploded in pleasure, pumping in and out to draw out all the sensation. We moved together in perfection until completely sated, and I collapsed on her. To keep from crushing her, I shifted my body to the side, but I held her close, spooned around her.
I hadn’t caught my breath yet, so I just held her, wondering what had changed. Grace had changed, I decided. Not once did she hesitate or protest my touching her. She’d let go of her worry about being my therapist and gave herself to me. Now she was with me as an equal. As two people with a strong connection. I hoped to hell it would last, and that she wouldn’t leave here and second-guess her actions because like I’d told her the night before, it felt like there was something between us. Right now, it would kill me if she had regrets.
&n
bsp; I’d had a girlfriend in high school, but once I left for the military, and since I’d come home, I’d given up on the idea of having a relationship. I was too screwed up for any woman to want for the long run. Some women might put up with me for the status or money, but I didn’t want that. I wouldn’t say I was a romantic, but I didn’t want to be with a woman who simply wanted my money. I wanted to be wanted for me, too. But since I wasn’t right in the head, it didn’t seem like that was an option. Until now. Until Grace.
I couldn’t say for sure what Grace was thinking, but it felt like in this moment, she was with me and that there was something between us. Was it love? I had no fucking clue. But it was more than lust, that I was sure of.
“Tell me you’re okay with this,” I said, holding my breath as I waited for her answer.
She turned her shoulders and head so she could look up at me from our spooned position. “I’m okay with this.”
I looked her in the eyes to make sure she was telling me the truth. “No regrets? No, ‘I can’t do this because I was your therapist’ guilt?”
She shook her head. “No. You were right. There’s something here, and I’m tired of trying to deny it. I did a lot of thinking over the weekend and realized I’ve been living in a tunnel. A tunnel of my own making, but it’s been keeping me from fully living.”
“How insightful, Doc.”
She shrugged. “I was so focused on getting where I am, that once I got there, I forgot about other aspects of my life. I’m not even sure I’m happy at where I arrived.”
I frowned. “You’re not happy?”
“I’m happy here, with you,” she said, taking my hand that had been rubbing her arm and kissing it. “I meant in my career. I’m not sure it’s what I want to be doing.”
“You were pretty worried about losing it by being with me.”
“I don’t want to lose my license or to get in trouble. If I decide to do something different, I might still need it. Plus, I earned it.”
“You did,” I agreed. “You’re a good therapist.”