He’s so freaking adorable.
I let my hand glide down to his bulge while his fingers are still in my pussy. “Like… I want you…” I squeeze him, and he closes his eyes with a sharp inhale, “… inside me.”
“Holy fucking shit,” he mutters, eyes still closed, but when he opens them, there isn’t desire in them like I thought. He appears apologetic. “I don’t have a condom. I didn’t want you to think I expected anything or assumed?—”
I cut him off with a kiss. I bet Nash has some stashed around here somewhere.
Can’t tell me that boy doesn’t fuck frequently in this hot tub.
Compartments in the wooden frame built around the tub open with a click, and I reach out to the one next to us, opening it.
Bingo.
I take out the condom and show it to Hunter. His eyebrows shoot up to his hairline as he mutters, “Thank fuck, I changed the water before we got in.”
Laughing, I slip off him and rip the condom open. “Lose your shorts.”
He does as he’s told, and they fall down with a loud slap behind us on the wooden floor. I reach down into the water and grip him, utterly surprised when my hand can barely circle his girth.
Oh, this will hurt so good.
Hunter hisses through his teeth and closes his eyes. “Fuck.”
I stroke him a few times, but no matter what I do, I can’t seem to manage to roll the condom onto him.
“Wait, let me.” He tries to help, stroking and pushing, but it doesn’t work either. “It’s too small. Fuck, I’m sorry.”
I laugh out loud. “Oh, please, don’t apologize for having a big dick.”
I lean in to kiss him, and his fingers hook into the waistband of my thong before he pulls it off me. “I can eat you out instead,” he murmurs breathily.
Having his hot mouth on me, his big hands pushing my thighs open, his tongue lapping me up… As intriguing as that is, I need his cock.
“I’m on the pill,” I whisper against his lips, the need to have him inside me overwhelming.
“I’m clean. I haven’t slept with anyone in seven years,” Hunter replies, his voice raspy.
Well, that’s surprising.
Fuck, am I rushing things with him?
Hunter seems to sense my sudden hesitation and grips my chin, locking his gaze with mine. “Do you want me?”
“Yes, I want you badly,” I answer honestly.
“Good, because I’ll die if I can’t fuck you soon.” He positions himself at my entrance, and before I can utter another word, he sheaths himself in me, filling me up completely. I gasp, clutching his shoulders, the stretch delicious. I’ve never been this full, the pain only a dull throb compared to the desire that rushes through me as the head of his cock bumps my G-spot and hits so deep my breath catches.
“Fuck, you feel like heaven.” His voice is strained, his hands on my hips nearly bruising. He moves slowly at first, savoring the sensation of being inside me. Our eyes lock, and the intensity between us is electrifying. With each thrust, the pleasure builds, and I can’t help but moan softly, lost in the sensation of him filling me.
He leans in to claim my mouth, and while his hips are punishing, his lips on mine are sweet, making the perfect combination. But then, he surprises me by breaking the kiss and gently turning me around so that I’m sitting with my back against his chest, the position somehow seating him even deeper inside me. I wrap my arms around his neck, feeling his chest rise and fall as he continues to guide me up and down on his hard length. My back is arched, the sensation of the cold air on my skin mixing deliciously with the hot water and Hunter’s hands on my lower half sending a shiver through me.
“Cross your ankles,” he commands, and I do so, making it easier for him to lift me and set me down with his hands on my thighs, hitting just the right spot.
“Fuck,” I whimper out, my nails sinking into his neck.
His warm breath heats my neck as he kisses and nibbles on my skin. I surrender to his guidance, moving with him as he holds me close.
“Touch yourself, make yourself come on my cock,” he whispers. “I want to see how you make yourself come for me.”
