“Yes?” I whimper.
His fingertips scrape around my rib cage, his knuckles brushing against the sides of my breasts, then roaming to the hard peaks of my nipples. I arch toward him, gasping. If Adler isn’t really asleep, he’s getting a full show right now. At the very least, an audio porn. But fucking hell, what is this touch of Hunter’s? It’s literal temptation.
“That you,” Hunter continues, his hands forming around the fullness of my breasts as his mouth inches closer. His tongue swipes at my upper lip, and I shudder as his thumbs rake over my nipples.
“Would let me,” he says, his lips brushing against mine with his words as his thumbs and fingers position themselves to pinch my hard buds.
“Fuck you,” he finally says, rolling my nipples in his vise grip, pinching them so hard that the ache and pleasure filter to my toes and I pool between my legs.
His mouth covers mine, and I grip the front of his hoodie in my fists, pulling him toward me. His hands move from under my shirt to either side of my jaw, holding my mouth to his as he drops from the tailgate to his feet. He walks me backward while we kiss, and I feel for the edge of the tent when I know we’re close.
I peel the flap back and dip inside, breaking our kiss just long enough for Hunter to follow me in and push the opening closed enough for privacy. His hands fly back to my face the moment he turns back to face me, and mine gather the front of his hoodie, along with the T-shirt underneath. I push the material up the center of his chest, and he breaks our kiss long enough to pull his shirts over his head and toss them to the ground.
“You’re fucking unreal,” I say through a giggle as my hands splay along his hard muscles. His obliques are so tight, and his chest and abs move with his laughter in response. My sister will be so proud of me when I tell her about this.
“I work out a lot,” he chuckles, lifting my chin with his index finger and sucking my top lip between both of his.
“Your turn,” he says, pulling the hem of my sweatshirt up my body. I step back enough to raise my hands in the air and let him undress me. My tits are basically missiles at this point, swollen and hard, begging to be devoured.
“Goddamn,” Hunter breathes out, dropping his mouth to my right breast as his hands swoop to the small of my back, lifting me to him.
My hands fumble with the button on his jeans, but I get it undone and quickly work down his zipper before sinking my hand inside his pants and cupping his hard cock under his boxer briefs.
“Oh, fuck . . . yes. Yeah, just . . . yes.” His words are wrapped in nervous, quiet laughter, which emboldens me as I begin my descent.
Hunter gathers my hair as I press kisses to his chest then stomach, finally situating myself on my knees before pulling his jeans and boxers down to his thighs so his cock springs forward.
“Renleigh, you don’t have to?—”
I wrap my lips around his crown before he can finish his sentence, and his head falls back as his mouth opens with a low groan. I tease his tip with my tongue, tasting the precum that drips out before wrapping my lips around him fully and taking his cock into the depths of my throat.
“Oh, fuck,” he pants, his hand twisting in my hair, his grip tight as he coaxes my head forward and back along his length.
I never considered myself good at this. It’s not a thing I practice, and I’ve only given two other blowjobs in my life, both to boyfriends who, upon reflection, did not deserve them. But there’s something about Hunter that makes me want to do dirty things. He’s like a hall pass. And I’m going to use every bit of him he’s willing to give to me.
I wrap a hand around his cock, sliding my grip along with my mouth as I coat him with my saliva. My gaze flits up through my lashes just as Hunter drops his chin, and our eyes meet. There’s a devilish smirk on his lips, and his head tilts like a king pleased with his servant as he guides my mouth down his cock, holding me still when he’s deep inside my mouth.
“I’m not coming in your mouth, Renleigh,” he whispers.
I moan, a little disappointed but also very excited.
“I’m coming in your sweet cunt, if that’s all right with you?” He pulls my hair back, taking my mouth away from his cock. The wet tip paints my lips and chin as I gasp for air and nod.
“Please,” I add, moving to my ass, then laying back on the sleeping bag so I can wriggle my panties down my legs.
Hunter licks his lips as he pushes his pants and boxers all the way down his legs, his heated gaze centered on my swollen pussy. I’m so glad I thought to tidy things up down there yesterday. Nothing special, just a small landing strip that I hope he likes.
He kneels between my feet, then pushes my knees far apart, exposing me to him and leaving me in the most erotic, vulnerable position I’ve ever experienced. I bring my hands over my head, giving myself to him completely as he sucks on his thumb, then presses it to my swollen clit.
“I knew it,” he says, gliding his thumb along my soaking wet skin and teasing me.
“What?” I rasp.
“I knew this would be the prettiest fucking pussy in the world.” He smirks at me then, winking as he lowers his entire body until his mouth is sucking my clit. My knees come up on reflex, but Hunter is quick to push them back down, his palm flat on my right inner thigh as his tongue flicks my sensitive skin.
His hand inches toward my center while his tongue continues its assault, and when he finally sinks a finger inside of me, my body writhes with pleasure. It’s as if I’ve had an itch for years that he’s finally scratching. Like a salve for a troubled nerve, a treat for a worried soul. Bliss for a broken heart, perhaps. Whatever this is, it’s the most sensual journey I’ve ever taken, and I want nothing more than for it to never . . . ever . . . stop.
“Come for me, Renleigh. Come on my mouth, then you can come on my cock.”
