With my gaze still locked onto his, I shift upward slowly and then back down.
“Jesus.” Hunter shifts his hand to my ass. “You feel so damn good.”
I shift up again, but this time I come down harder. The pressure inside is so intense that I let out a moan. A long moan. It sounds obscene, honestly.
I glance down at Hunter, whose eyes are squeezed shut. He looks tense.
“Are you sure you’re enjoying this?” I ask him.
“Win, if I enjoyed it anymore, I’d be erupting inside you right now.” He opens his eyes like it’s an effort. “I love literally every fucking thing that you’re doing. If you like it, don’t stop.”
His obvious pleasure breaks the dam of hesitation inside of me. I start riding him in earnest, moving up and down so his hard cock hits me over and over in the exact right spot. Hunter’s hands on my ass urge me forward as he says in a halting tone, “Touch your breasts.”
I pluck at my nipples which are hard as glass, and Hunter groans.
“So hot,” he murmurs as he runs his hand down to my thigh.
I keep riding him furiously. “I’m so close. So close.”
“Come for me, Win.”
“I can’t…”I need you closer. “I want to kiss you.”
“Come here.” Hunter tugs me down to his chest, and then he puts his arms around me. “Can you ride me this way?”
“I think so.” It takes me a second, but soon I’m back in a rhythm.
Hunter’s mouth covers mine, and I keep up the pace until I tire. And then, Hunter takes over, fucking me from below while I just hang on for the ride.
I clutch at his hair, and our tongues tangle together as he thrusts up, hitting me deep inside from this angle. His thumb drags down my tailbone and brushes between my ass cheeks, and…
I go off like a bomb. I cry out my release into Hunter’s mouth, and he fucks me through my orgasm. Just as I’m coming down, he lets out a long groan, and I feel him explode inside me. And now I’m coming again.
“Oh God. Hunt!” I hold onto the short hairs on his head like they can somehow ground me.
I feel like I’m flying. In this moment, I really and truly feel invincible.
Because of my connection to this man, who I knew as a boy. Who I’ve always lov…
I cut off my own train of thought, nearly biting my tongue in the process.
I don’t love Hunter Storm.
He’s helping me out. He’s being a good friend. That’s it.
“Fucking hell, Winter.” His hot lips land on my sweaty neck. “You’re so goddamned sexy. You know that?”
“With you,” I murmur into his shoulder. “With you, I feel all those sexy things you say I am.”
“With or without me,” he says firmly. “But I prefer with me.”
I raise my head to look at him.
“Just wanted to make that clear,” he says, his voice rough.
I suck in a breath, unable to break the eye contact. I want to be with Hunter Storm for a lot longer than this temporary timeline we’ve put on whatever it is that we’re doing. I just don’t know how to make that work or how to tell him.
All I can say is, “I feel the same.”
