Hunter

by Jacquelyn Frank

  Hunter could feel her knuckles rubbing teasingly against the skin and fine hairs of his lower belly, her fingertips just a breath away from touching him with real intimacy. He was hard as hell and confined only by the fabric she held. He should say barely confined. He could feel the warmth of her fingers—that was how very close she was.

  “You’re teasing me,” he accused hoarsely.

  She had been industriously kissing his throat while he had pulled back to fight for breath. Now she lifted her busy mouth in order to smile up at him provocatively. “Am I?”

  He felt her fingernails tap against his skin in a brief, taunting flick of her fingers. “Yes!” he said tightly, closing his eyes because he couldn’t bear looking at that catlike sexual confidence she radiated for a minute longer without doing something extremely barbaric like screwing her brains out on the cold tile floor of a bathroom. “We should go upstairs ...” he tried to suggest reasonably.

  Hunter suddenly felt his belt sliding free of the loops of his slacks, the quick slide and crack of the leather forcing his eyes open just as the metal clink of the belt hitting the tile mingled with the echoing of their quick breaths. Her wide, compelling eyes somehow showed both innocence and decadence all at once, captivating him completely as her lashes lowered to hide all clues to impending mischief.

  “Upstairs,” Tatyana murmured silkily, “is so far away.”

  He could hardly argue with that.

  Especially when he felt the distinct motions of her deft fingers sliding down his zipper and then gliding against his hips as she gave release to his swollen erection by pushing away all the material confining him. His gratitude came out as a ferocious invective, but by the delight in her laugh it was clear she understood him perfectly. She rested her forehead just at the top of his breastbone, her face tilted downward so she could look at him. Hunter could barely hold a breath and he was shaking with the intense stabs of hot arousal she was instigating so cleverly.

  “Hmm,” she hummed with blatant appreciation in her tone. “My, my, I am a lucky girl,” she mused breathlessly.

  Hunter groaned at the implication of her candid observation and a streak of heat surged through his body, pulsing through his shaft in a visible throb of reaction. Tatyana made a tiny little gasping sound of delight and laughed breathily with pleasure. Then, finally, she touched him. Warm, silky fingertips against hot skin wrapped over steel. She wasn’t tentative so much as she was fascinated and savoring every delicate sensation. She started at the flushed tip, tracing the cap with a maddening thoroughness. Hunter’s nerves sang a chorus of insanity, his entire soul throbbing with want. Wanting her.

  She lost patience with tiny details and he was suddenly helpless as his aggressive little minx took the hot length of him into both of her hands, exploring him with sure, curious strokes that stole his breath and his reason far, far away.

  To Tatyana, he was beautiful. It was such a delicious sensation, holding him in her hands and at her mercy. The rush of it, the feel of him, sent heat washing wetly through her whole body. There was a telling throb of demand between her legs, her clit fairly twitching with interest and her hollow body whispering fiercely of cravings too long suppressed. His legs were braced apart enough to allow her to move over him, straddling his thigh just enough to coax friction against her heated sex. She wriggled against him impatiently, but she took her sweet time stroking her way to fabulous familiarity with him. He was lengthy and beautifully shaped, but also so deliciously thick. Within her hands he was burning and rigid, every firm pulse of desire in his body reflected in a surge of vigorous blood to the already heavily engorged length of cock.

  And suddenly she wanted to lay claim. Her entire body demanded it along with her mind and soul. Take him. Devastate him with pleasure. Make him yours. As she contemplated the impulse, her fingernails raked through the thatch of black curls from which he sprang, stimulating a shiver through him that made her smile with feminine dominance. Her hands closed around him and a sound of response struggled out of him roughly. Yes.

  Yes.

  Hunter’s head dropped back against the door with a soft thump as he was besieged with swirls of heat and stabs of pleasure that exceeded anything in his former knowledge. She shaped him and caressed him, her face tilted down still so she could watch herself touching him, and that alone was an incredible turn-on. He swelled to outrageous proportions under the silky stroke of her eager fingers, until his pulse roared in his ears, tension clutching him in violent anticipation. He groaned savagely as she flicked her thumb over the moistened tip of his prick. His head rolled to the left and he caught their reflection in the large mirrors along the wall just as she dropped down before him.

  “Tatyana!”

  He meant it as a warning, for all the good he thought it would do. He wasn’t afraid to admit that he didn’t know how much more of this he could bear. He had been pushing the envelope of control for two days now, and he was quite close to losing hold of what little restraint he had remaining. But one look at her sly features in that mirror and he knew she was determined.

  Tatyana was too excited and too delighted to pay him any heed. She liked the idea of giving him so much pleasure he wouldn’t be able to see straight. She loved how he felt, heavy and bold in her hands, the slightest stroke of her fingertips causing him to shudder. She slid one hand over his hip as she took a moment to nuzzle his belly. He smelled so good, so manly and sexy, the tang of musk and aroused male tickling her senses delightfully. She felt his hands clutching her hair and scalp spasmodically, more clues to his excitement and loss of all senses other than those she was manipulating.

  Tatyana knew what he had wanted. Lovemaking and romance and sweetness. She wanted that, too. Later. She was enjoying herself far too much now. She released a laugh against the sensitive skin of his lower abdomen that made him dance with stimulation beneath her lips. She slid her hand up the beautiful length of him, tracing a nail along bulging veins as she purposefully exhaled a hot breath across the head of his erection. It was a sexy little warning; a preview of what was next on her to-do list.

  “Angel...” Hunter gasped just a second before a non-angelic tongue flicked across sensitive nerve endings, setting them afire with violent throbbing pleasure that was incredibly close to agony.

  Hunter swore, then groaned, then growled out her name as her lips closed around him and her industrious tongue began swirling eagerly around and around the head of his cock. With so much of her hair bunched up in his hands, he found himself forced to look into the mirror if he wanted to see her as she tortured his body. He sucked in a staggering breath as he caught sight of her blissful expression an instant before she made a perfect seal with her mouth around him and drew him deep within.

  Heaven. Right there on earth in the incongruous setting of a slightly chilly bathroom. It was quite the concept and Hunter appreciated it with the numbness of thought that came when one’s brain was completely focused on sensory input. Tatyana pulled back playfully, right on the very brink of releasing him, and then her snug hand was sliding over his moistened shaft until it met up with her teasing lips and tongue.

  And that was just about the last detail he was going to remember with any clarity. That and the understanding that she was really, really enjoying herself. Enjoying her supremacy over him and his raging body. Well, more power to her, Hunter thought numbly. At that point, he could only kick back and enjoy the journey. She was clearly determined, and she definitely had the skill to override his opinion on the matter. Tatyana proved her talent by working up a perfect rhythm between the draw of her devilish mouth and the stroke of her hand until Hunter was blinded with bliss and drenched in sweat.

  “Oh, baby,” he groaned helplessly, stringing together curses and exclamations of his building pleasure as his hips moved blindly into her intensifying tempo. “Tat ... by the Lady, Tatyana!”

  It was meant as the ultimate warning, his grip in her hair tensing, and he thanked all the power of the universe that
she heard and understood him. She freed him from the torture of her perfect lips and together they dragged her up his body. Before she drew her next breath, Tatyana was the one with her back to the bathroom door. Hunter had swiftly reversed their positions and was simultaneously flinging away his clothing even as he was reclaiming her wicked mouth. His hard urgency was quite contagious, and she was a very eager helper as he grabbed hold of her by both thighs and drew her hard up his body until her knees hooked up past his hips and she crossed her ankles behind his back to make certain she stayed there.

  Hunter was well into savagery by the time his hands plunged under her skirt and snapped the fragile material of her thong undies, stripping them away between heartbeats.

  “You maddening, beautiful little ...” he rasped against their conjoined lips.

  “Yes, yes,” she agreed almost dumbly. It was hard to make sense of anything when she craved him so badly. But even as she sought and wriggled invitingly against him, she was deprived of the satisfaction she required. For the moment.

  Hunter eased back from her just far enough to slide his hand between their bodies and snugly into the juncture of her thighs. His smooth fingertips slipped against skin and moisture, following the contour of her lower belly and pubic bone, past the soft feminine mound completely denuded of hair. This only made his progress increasingly slicker as he went and he broke from kissing her to bury his face against her throat while he groaned soulfully.

  “So damn wet and hot. Always so hot,” he accused her. “In action or in actuality.” He punctuated the observation by running his center finger right to the spot just above her sensitive and yearning clit. Hunter took a moment to ignore her straining and reaching body’s demand for stimulation, drawing away and then close again, gauging her reactions with careful attention as she squirmed and begged him in wordless little moans of frustration.

  Hunter was more than ready to take her. His engorged prick was dripping with the need of it, but now that he had taken charge, there were one or two curiosities he needed to satisfy first.

  “In just under five minutes”—he breathed hotly into her ear—“I am going to be fucking you until we are both blind from the pleasure of it.” Hunter shuddered when she whimpered out spastic little moans of need in acknowledgment. “But I think I want to drive you just a little insane first”

  Hunter gently bit her earlobe as he skimmed over and past her flushed clitoris and sought for where he really wanted to be. She squealed as the pass ratcheted up her nerves with blunt stimulation, her knees tightening against his waist. His erection lay rigidly along the bare softness of her bottom, a teasing reminder of just how close he was to heaven, even as he circled the entrance of her vagina. Full wet lips bordered his path, but her position around him left her easy and wide open to him. It wasn’t but an instant before he had a finger three knuckles deep inside of her.

  “Hunter!” Tatyana gasped roughly, her hips shifting forward and her walls sucking tight against his finger as though she wanted to draw him deeper still. Hunter drew his head up so he could focus on her expression. Her heavy lids lifted to reveal darkened jade pupils full of the smoke of lust and pleasure. Her entire face was flushed pink and her mouth was swollen from their kisses as it opened in incoherent sounds of response and need. He watched her pretty features tense with indefinable ecstasy as he began to draw his thumb over and around the sensitive little nub of nerves so close to where his finger slowly was joined by another.

  Now he stroked her. From the inside, from the outside, from every point he could reach that he knew gave her pleasure. Anything to see that wild abandon written over her again and again. To feel it in her uninhibited body movements in his arms and against his body. When she arched her back hard, it thrust her breasts up under his nose. It took only an instant for him to tear back that final inch of fabric and finally suck a pebbled nipple deep into his voracious mouth.

  The combination of stimulations made her cry out wildly, made her tense like a taut bowstring. Close. She was on the very edge. Hunter could feel it. “I need you to come, Tatyana,” he groaned. “Come hard for me, angel.”

  “No!” she cried, clumsy hands fumbling at his thick shoulders, her nails scraping his skin even as she shook her head in a wild cloud of red. She meant that she didn’t want to come without him, but all she could voice was the one word. His fingers glided in and out of her body rhythmically now, his thumb claiming permanent residence against her tender clit. She could hear her own pulse roaring in her head and the cadence was crying out for him.

  “Yes,” he hissed in dominant countermand. “Come now. And then again when I plunge myself inside of you. Do it. Let go. I need to see you ... later I know I’ll be too ...” Hunter growled roughly in frustration, pushing her entire body hard against the door in emphasis. “Come for me!”

  He was a man used to wielding power, and that moment was no different. Tatyana gave in to his demand to leave him behind, unable to hold on any longer in any event. She gasped in a deep breath, tensed like she’d been instantly petrified, her entire body reaching ... reaching ... and Hunter knew one last stroke would shatter her. It was a slick, circular stroke of his thumb that detonated her. He watched her mouth open and knew she was prepared to scream, and to his surprise he was already muttering a wildly quick spell to soundproof the room. When she let go, it was his name that screeched out of her, or at least a reasonably close version of it, and he forced her to ride her crest as long as he could before she gasped and pushed a hand against him to signal overstimulation. He quickly withdrew his hand from her, but it wasn’t in him to wait long enough for her to recover a single breath, never mind a few of her wits. Hunter took himself in hand and muttered an unintelligible apology just before he guided himself into her with a deep, crushing thrust.

  She was still so tensed from her orgasm that he felt snug resistance the whole way. The surprise of his entrance also caused her to tighten around him reflexively. Hunter’s mind rushed with colors and sensations and he almost missed her remark after her initial gasp of surprise.

  “Oh God yes! It’s about freaking time!” It made him laugh, a low chuckle against her cheek, which drew back into a grin beneath his lips. She giggled breathlessly even as she tugged him deeper forward with a squeeze of her subjugating legs. “Well,” she said breathlessly, “it’s true! I feel like I have needed you inside me forever!”

  “And yet we’ve known each other barely forty-eight hours.” Hunter punctuated the remark by slipping half free of the wonderful clasp of her body. “And now I’m going to blow your mind right here against the not-so-romantic bathroom door until you scream my name again. I think I liked that”

  “Oh!” She gasped when he drove back into her. “Did I do that?”

  “Yes. And Goddess knows you look gorgeous when you come all over me like that. This time, though, it’s my cock you’ll be baptizing instead of my fingers.” Hunter punctuated the observation with a well-timed dive into her hot, tight channel, nearly driving himself incoherent in the process. Speech flew away as he braced his feet and pitched his weight forward into her again and again, his forehead resting against hers as she mauled his back and shoulders trying to catch a better grip that would not be achieved. In an instant all measure and cautions were obliterated, and he reached to grab hard hold of her soft, lush hips.

  Tatyana felt like she was the center point of a firestorm. He was so hard as he drove himself inside of her, so incredibly overwhelming and hot. She’d never known she could feel so raw ... so much like she was rushing toward the edge of the galaxy and wanting to leap off. He plunged deeper and harder, like a man obsessed, until her hands slipped off of him from the sweat of his body and her mind reeled back to that precipice she’d fallen from instants before he’d claimed her. He was holding her so tight she knew she’d have bruises to show for it come morning, and she didn’t even care. He was building up in low, rough sounds of pleasure, one groan on top of another, rushing to release just as she was
. She wanted it so badly. His release. She needed to feel him explode apart, completely under the sway of the magic their bodies produced together.

  Suddenly he let go of her, shifting swiftly to catch her under her legs, hooking her knees into the crooks of his elbows and spreading her further open as he pushed her knees toward her shoulders. He and the door were the only forces holding her up now, but she couldn’t even think about that. All she knew was that the shift had sent him singing squarely over her G-spot, and with more freedom of movement available to him, he double-timed his thrusts.

  “Time!” He growled it like a command. “Time to come again, sweetheart. I feel it. In you. In me! Goddess!” He spilled out a harsh phrase in Romany and Tatyana felt suddenly as though she’d been struck again by lightning, only this time it was blue and pure, hot and beautiful. The strike of it locked her up in spasms so glorious she couldn’t even draw the smallest of breaths. White light streaked across her vision and her sensitive hearing captured Hunter’s massive roar of release even as his hips and body surged into her hard enough to potentially split the wood of the door that braced them. He was gasping and spewing Romany phrases or invectives ... she couldn’t decide which ... even after he collapsed against her, his head on her collarbone and his lips on her skin. She was partially blinded by her hair and sweat, she couldn’t seem to grab a breath for her life, but none of it mattered because she was swimming in obliterating bliss right along with him.

  “I’m not leaving you,” was the first thing he said that made sense to her.

  “Well, good,” she chuckled. “That’s nice to know.”

  Hunter laughed softly at himself as well as her. “I meant for the moment. From ... this connection.” He slowly released the hold he had on her legs, stroking her thighs sensuously as he coaxed her legs around his waist again. He reached between them to caress the point where they were joined, making her gasp and tighten up again. Hunter hummed speculatively at her sensitive, anxious little body, running eyes already rediscovering hunger up to hers.