“What about now?”he asks.His voice has gone a little low and raspy, and I glance down at his lap.
Even though it’s dark, his pants aren’t hiding a goddamn thing.Hunter’s pitching amassivetent, and a sudden thrill runs through me.For the first time in a long time, I let myself remember justhowgreat some aspects of our relationship were.
We were both virgins at first, but let’s just say that Hunter was averyquick study.
“I think I was right the first time,” I say, my stomach in knots.“If you can kind of ignore the part where I yelled at you in?—”
I don’t get to finish the sentence because Hunter leans over and kisses me, his lips hard against mine, my head pinned against the window.I make a surprisedmmphnoise into his mouth.
He makes anmmmnoise back, almost like he’s teasing me, but he opens his lips against mine and his tongue winds into my mouth.I curl mine against it as I put one hand on his shoulder, gripping the hard muscles there.
My heart is pounding through my entire body, so hard I swear I can feel it in my toes, and every beat is sayingfuck yes, fuck yes, fuck yes.I grab the front of his t-shirt in a fist and pull, not that I could budge Hunter if he didn’t want to be budged.
He does.Hunter pulls back a little.I bite his bottom lip and he chuckles, sliding his hand up the inside of my thigh.His hand just barely brushes over my lips and clit, touching me through my leggings, but my toes curl with anticipation and I gasp.
He grins.
“You used to do thisallthe time,” he says.
I swallow.
“Make out with you?Yeah, I know,” I say.
He shifts on the cot, pulling my right leg around him so he’s on his knees between my legs.I’m still leaning back against the window, and he flicks both thumbnails over my nipples, through my t-shirt.
I make anoiseand tighten my legs around him, my feet just under his ass.
“No, you used to go braless when you knew it would drive mefucking crazy,” he says.“Remember the time we went to the county fair?”
He squeezes my nipples between his first and second fingers and flicks his thumbnail over them again.I gasp and squirm, digging my hands into his knees.
“I wore a bra and acted like a lady?”I ask.
He pinches a little harder, still through my shirt, then leans over and bites my ear.
“Not quite,” he says.“I don’t remember a goddamn thing about the fair besides the way your tits bounced and I stared at your nipplesall day.”
I half laugh and half moan.
“I might have a dim recollection of that,” I say, breathless.
“I walked around with a hard on for hours and had to keep myself from punching anyoneelsewho looked at you,” he goes on.“Which was a whole lot of people, Clem.”
I’m blushing at the memory, because I can’tbelieveI wore a t-shirt with nothing underneath to a crowded county fair, just to titillate Hunter.
“I had the idea that I’d give you a blowjob in the Hall of Mirrors, but when we got there it was full of kids,” I murmur.“It’s almost like I was eighteen and a hopeless bundle of hormones who didn’t think things through.”
I run my hands down his torso, over his shirt, and swallow.I can feel the muscles rippling underneath, and it sends a bolt of heat rushing down through my body.Hunter lets my nipples go, only to grab my hips as he slides his knees further under me so now I’m sitting on him, his erectionrightbetween my legs, nothing more than two very thin layers of cloth between us.
I pull his shirt toward me again and we kiss, hard.I move my hips, rubbing myself along Hunter’s length, and hegrunts, his hands under my shirt.His rough fingertips find my nipples and tweak them, gently at first and then harder.I arch my back, my head against the glass.
Hunter pulls my shirt off over my head and bends down, his lips on my neck.It tickles, and I laugh but it turns into a moan as his lips keep moving down.He finds one nipple and swirls his tongue around it, sucking gently.
I gasp, and my hand tightens on his side, under his shirt.Thatmove is new.He does it again, then does it to my other nipple and this time I moan, my fingers digging into the hard muscles around his waist, my hips rocking against him, his bulge still pressing against me deliciously.
Finally, he stops and I tug his shirt over his head.Hunter throws it somewhere behind him as I grab the back of his neck, then pull him in toward me, kissing him desperately, my tongue searching out his.
I let my other hand drift down his torso, over the ripples of his hard muscles, until I’ve got my fingers on the head of his cock, sliding over the ridge of the crown.
