He pulls away to open the drawer next to his side of the bed. He must have moved it there. Our toy collection is scattered in various places across the apartment. Bedroom, bathroom, kitchen... but also outside of our home—his office, my car... anywhere and everywhere we might end up naked.
He drops the bottle of lube on the bed, followed by a small metal bulbous shaped plug. Wait...
“Be gentle with me, trouble. This isn’t something I’ve done before.”
My core clenches, and I squeeze my thighs together.Fuck.
He lies on his stomach next to me, his head on his arms and a cheeky grin on his face. He knows what he did.
Dragging my bottom lip between my teeth, I flip over and straddle the back of his thighs, spending some time kissing and running my tongue down his spine. He shifts beneath me, clearly getting some friction from the comforter. Dropping some lube between his ass cheeks, I take my time working one, then two, fingers inside him, mimicking what he’s done to me. He groans low when I press on a certain point and starts to push backagainst my hand. A smirk lifts my lips, anticipation thrumming through me. Good enough.
I grab the plug and start to work it inside slowly, holding my breath as I wait for his reaction.
“Fuck,” he breathes. “Definitely should have taken a minute to take the edge off before this.”
There’s a glorious feminine sense of power in making this man purr for me. He gives me everything I ask for, and so much more. How did I ever think I was living before now?
The toy finally lodges inside, and we are both panting. Is this how he feels doing these dirty things to me? Cocking my head to the side, I enjoy the soft glint from the stars. Because I get it.
He suddenly turns under me, grabbing my thighs in a coordinated move that leaves me breathless. His rock hard cock presses against my clit through my panties, and the wild look of need in his eyes scatters the rest of my thoughts. Carnal. Feral. Completely and utterly mine.
He rips the ribbon away and pushes inside of me with an inelegant snap of his hips. The stretch steals my breath as he entwines our hands, keeping us connected everywhere he can. I cry out, not used to having him inside me without coming at least once, but it’s perfect. The sting marks his loss of control, and it’s everything.
“Holy fuck, trouble, you have no idea what it feels like.”
I groan as he snaps his hips up, finally sheathed fully inside me. My head tips back and my eyes catch on the mirrored ceiling, the scattered stars reflected back across our bodies and making it look like we’re blanketed in them.
He twists his hips, and I suck in a breath, keeping my eyes locked on his through the mirror. He keeps his thrusts slow and deep, a steady pressure of pleasure cresting like a storm. Every time I think it can’t get better, he surprises me. Like a new codewaiting to be cracked, Hunter shows me a new facet of the world, only to leave me craving more.
“You need to come for me, trouble.” His hands leave mine, pressing against my clit and rubbing in firm circles. He grips the bottom of my hair and tugs, and I release a scream as I come hard, the edge hurtling toward me faster than I can blink, and he clamps me to him, fighting his own release while letting me ride out mine.
Then he flips us, without breaking contact, and drives into my body with fast, frantic strokes. My legs wrap around his hips as I watch him power inside me, the flex of his ass and muscular back stunning as the stars dance on his skin. He utters endearments and nonsense words in my ear, but I don’t want control—I want him unhinged like he makes me. My foot inches over, and I nudge it against the silver tip, a wicked grin on my lips.
His head rises from my neck and cups my face. “Playing games, trouble?”
“Always.”
Then I put pressure on his ass, and he pulses inside of me as he shouts my name like a prayer and a curse.
“You ruin me,” he murmurs against my lips.
“Welcome to the club.”
He chuckles and pulls out, rolling to the side and pulling the blanket from the bottom of the bed over us. I shed the lingerie and curl my body into his side. His arm wraps around me and we relax as we watch the progress of the stars over the mirror. My eyes are heavy as our hearts beat in a languid rhythm. The front door opens, making Hunter stiffen.
“It’s just Rose bringing Charlie home. He wanted to help Cheryl clean the bakery.”
More like cause chaos and get lots of attention.
“Just me, lovebirds,” Rose’s voice sing-songs. “I’ll leave you in peace while I go and torture your bestie.”
“She’s still tormenting Mark?” I ask.
Hunter snorts. “He’s been tasked with making sure she doesn’t do anything stupid, and it’s apparently a full time job. This week alone, he’s had to rip her out of a college party, bail her out of the sheriff’s office two towns over, and apologize to the mayor for her dressing down of his son and his manners.”
The door snicks closed and the tapping of nails barrels down the corridor. Charlie treats the door like his personal nemesis, and it slams open, banging off the wall as he launches onto the bed and snakes his way between us.
“Cock blocker,” Hunter mutters as we both give him some love. He aggressively licks my hand like he’s apologizing for not coming home earlier. It shouldn’t be possible to be filled with this much love for an animal. But I don’t see Charlie as a pet; he’s part of the family unit, and was well before I arrived on the scene. I was just lucky enough to be welcomed in.
