The first thrust takes me by surprise, eliciting a moan. But the second has stars dancing behind my eyes. The added pressure of his thumb circling my clit makes me tremble as pressure builds inside me.
Hunter plants his other hand, hot and calloused, against my hip. “Fuck, you feel amazing,” he growls, keeping a fast, hard pace. “Don’t come yet.”
I fist one of my breasts, tweaking the nipple, smirking as his gaze flickers to the movement. “You’re going to have to try harder than that, old man.”
The sound that reverberates through him is animalistic at best, but it spurs him on. He somehow changes the angle again and applies more pressure to my clit. Something sparks in his stormy eyes as he lowers his face to mine and grunts, “Come.”
I don’t know what comes over me, but I follow his command and explode. His mouth swallows my cry, but he doesn’t give me any chance to get over it, maintaining the same hard, fast pace. Each stroke of his cock inside me builds another orgasm, and every tweak of his fingers on my clit has me shaking beneath him.
His mouth leaves mine for one of my breasts, and he clamps his hot lips around the icy nub. The flick of his tongue against it, as well as the already growing pressure inside my belly, has me arching into his powerful body.
I lock my legs around his hips, rocking into each thrust. It doesn’t take long before his cock twitches and his strokes sputter. When Hunter comes, he pulls away from my breast, takes hold of my waist, and slams his release into me. I feel every hot spurt of it as he grinds his pelvis into mine, and it’s enough to have me falling over the edge again.
Hunter bows his head, chest heaving with each harsh breath he pulls in. I can’t stop myself from panting or trembling, pressing into the bed beneath me as I try to clear my head from the fuzziness of two back-to-back orgasms.
And then I laugh.
Hunter’s head whips up, his nostrils flaring. Quickly, I clamp a hand over my mouth.
“Something funny to you?” he asks.
I shake my head. “No,” I say against my hand. “Not at all.”
His dark eyes narrow. “So, why are you laughing?”
Finally, I drop my hand and grin. “This was not how I expected today to turn out.” Honestly, I was prepared to borrow a flannel and his sweatpants, make him drive me to my house, and only see him again when it was time to talk to accounting about the fundraiser. I realise now it would have been painful, leaving him behind, putting up the barrier of coworkers between us again. But I would have done it if it meant protecting myself from disappointment and heartache.
“That so?” he asks, pulling the pillow out from beneath me despite stillbeinginside me.
I huff as he tosses it to the side, biting down on a moan as he plants his hands on either side of my head. “Yes.”
Hunter quirks a brow. “Tell me, Sylvie. How did you think today would pan out? You thought you’d be able to run away?”
I swallow thickly as I wind my arms around his shoulders. “Well, I definitely didn’t think you’d barge into the bedroom while I was getting changed,” I admit, feeling my cheeks heat at the weight of his stare and how it softens. “And I didn’t think you’d follow me after…” After my outburst.
I suppose I’m used to not being followed. Not being cared about. And although I wouldn’t say I’m not loved—I have two overbearing big brothers who love me in their own ways, so there’s no issue there. But outside of family?
No one has cared enough to chase me. No one has ever given me the amount of consideration Hunter has.
Of course, how we…came together probably is less desirable, but thinking about how his anger and frustration made him devolve into claiming me is liberating in a way.
This quiet, brooding, cautious and responsible mountain of a man chased me in here and came undone.
There’s something empowering about that, about knowing it’s because ofmehe finally let go.
Hunter somehow remains completely inside me as he rolls us so I’m lying atop him. Although his dick is still at attention and buried deep in me, I am not rearing to go another round with him, and I don’t think he is, either. There’s a quiet peace surrounding us I don’t want to break.
“I’d follow you anywhere, Sylvie, and that’s what’s terrifying,” he murmurs into my hair. “I think that’s why I complain so much.”
His words make my heart skip a beat. The weight should terrify me, but it doesn’t. I know I should be worrying about how quickly we went from disliking one another to hot and heavy sex, but I think it was the natural progression of our relationship. All the tension culminated in this moment.
It’s what happens next that has me worried.
A small napleads to a much-needed hot shower to wash away the smell of sex from our bodies. My entire body tingles as Hunter suds me up, rubbing his woodsy, masculine soap all over me.
I take this as my opportunity to really get a good look at him. The man might be nearing forty, but he doesn’t look it—except for the peppering of silver through his dark hair and beard. The way his body moves, how his muscles shift—it’s almost impossible to think he’s thirteen years older than me.
And he definitely doesn't feel it.
