“Edging is an art form. The end result is always worth it.”
“Edging is an excuse for not being able to get the job done.”
He tsks. “Trying to goad me, trouble? You should know better.”
He sighs and the torment ends, which is even worse. Everything stops, and I almost cry in frustration. Almost. I force myself to glare at my tormentor instead. He trails his fingers from my ankle to my core, reaching between my legs and sliding the toy free. It’s covered in my arousal, and he grins as he makes a show of licking it—again.
“You have issues,” I whisper, assuming we’re now at the good part. He’s going to slide inside me, and then, for the first time in my life, I’m going to know what it feels like to come around a cock.
“You taste like heaven,” he groans, enjoying every drop and making me jealous of a silicone dick.
He jumps off the bed and strides away, taking my toy, his cock, and my orgasm with him. I lie in shock for a minute before the sound of the shower switching on reaches me. He did not just leave me here. My hand falls between my legs but stalls. No, no, no. I won’t be reduced to solo orgasms now. That’s unfair and unsatisfactory. I’m off the bed, storming through the closet, and bursting into the bathroom already filling with steam before I can think.
“You need to finish what you started,” I snap as I round the glass door and freeze. He’s naked and has a fist around his cock, which he pumps slow but hard. My insides tighten in anticipation and fear. That thing is huge. There is no way it even fits inside another human being. It’s not possible. No one could take something so big.
“Come here and take what you need then,” he rumbles.
I take a small step back. “Is there any way to shrink that thing?”
“No, Eleanor.” He reaches out, grabs my hand, and drags me to him. “This is all I’ve got. You’re going to love it.”
“It won’t fit.”
“You’ll take me.”
Then his mouth is on mine, kissing away any protest and soothing my nerves with flicks of his tongue against mine. He leans his forehead against me and traces his nose with mine. “We need to work you up to it though, and I need to make sure I’ve come at least twice to make it good for you.”
“I think I would beat you to orgasm with how much you’ve teased me today.”
“I wouldn’t be so sure, trouble.” He drops to his knees and runs his tongue over my nipple, tugging on the metal with perfect pressure. My hands fall into his hair, and I groan as he torments the other breast with his fingers. Every nerve is alight, hyper aware of the man worshiping my scarred body, and the added heat slicing down from the shower is almost too much to bear.
I whimper, my knees nearly collapsing beneath me. “I can’t take much more.”
His hands go between my thighs, and he nudges them apart before pushing me back against the tiled wall, the temperature change pushing my climax out of reach.
What is that? I try to move to see what is poking against my ass, but he holds me still. “Open your legs wider, trouble.” My hands clutch his shoulders, my nails digging into his flesh, and he stares up at me with water hanging heavy on his lashes. “If you want to come, you need to trust me.”
I lick my lips and widen my stance. He reaches between my legs, and the thing against my ass moves. Oh... He guidesmy new dildo against my opening and positions it so the tip breaches me. “I don’t want toys, I want you.”
“And you’ll get me, but I need to see how much you can take first.”
I relax and move my hips a little, rotating to let it slide in deeper. I gasp at the stretch, the pain mixing with the pleasure more overwhelming that I expected. I never knew pain could feel good.
“This is hands down the hottest thing I have ever seen in my life.” I glance down, seeing he’s wrapped his hand around himself once more, his movements timed with my own, like he’s imagining it’s me wrapped around him. “Can you take a little more?”
I move and cry out at the pressure as more of the toy slides into me. It’s not bad, just different. This is how he’s going to feel inside of me, only better.
“Fuck, that’s it. Good girl, trouble. Show me how you’d take me.”
“Hunter, I need?—”
He leans forward and places his lips around my clit and sucks hard. I shatter. A million fucking stars rain down around me as my world tilts on its axis, and I know being in Hunter King’s arms will mean I’m never the same again. Nothing should feel this good. He groans and hot jets of semen hit my legs before disappearing with the cascade of water around us.
The walls spin as he guides me off the toy, and it’s like I’m floating on a cloud as he wraps me in a big fluffy towel before carrying me back to our bed. I’ll close my eyes for a minute, only a minute... then blissful sleep hits heavier than ever before, and I curl inside the arms of the man who gave me the stars.
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Hunter
