Page 77 of The Hunted
She couldn’t either, but maybe it was just the newness of it all. This was the first time she felt safe in someone else’s arms. She actually slept last night, and it wasn’t just from the sex tiring her out. As soon as he had her in his bed, her eyes had gotten heavy and her body relaxed into the mattress.
Sleep came for her quickly, and she figured it was because on some level she knew he wouldn’t let anything happen to her.
“I gotta pee, Alvarez.” She squirmed, but he held her still.
I can hold it for a few more seconds, right?
Santino’s eyes darkened and he shifted his hips, causing her to whimper and clench around him. The sensation of having to pee increased with each shift of his hips. “Santino,” she gasped, digging her nails into his bare chest, “if you don’t stop, I’m going to pee on you and in this bed.”
He didn’t stop and her eyes widened. “Do you have a golden shower kink? I’m not kink shaming, I’m asking. I mean we probably should have had this conversation at some point…,” her words trailed off and she bit her lip, feeling her bladder scream at her to get up and go.
“Do you have a golden shower kink?” His voice was full of wonder. It had been like that from the first time and all throughout the night and morning. It never wavered. If she didn’t know any better, she’d think this was his first sexual experience, at the very least this was the first one he truly enjoyed.
“I do not. On the giving or receiving end.” She shifted in the bed. If she didn’t get up in the next minute, she was going to pee on herself. “If it’s something that you might be into, we should totally talk about it, but not now. I really have to pee.”
He seemed to contemplate that for a moment, but his phone rang and he slowly eased out of her. “Go, but hurry back.” She was up and out of the bed with the quickness, but the second she was on her feet she could feel him slipping out of her.
A chill ran down her spine, feeling the delicious soreness in between her legs. She didn’t have time to relish in it though. She rushed to the bathroom in his room, barely closing the door behind her before she was relieving herself on a sigh.
She was peeing for what seemed like forever when there was a knock on the door. “Don’t come in. We’re not at that stage where we can see each other pee.”
Santino chuckled. “I wasn’t going to. I was going to tell you if you wanted a shower to start it. I have to head into work, unfortunately.”
He sounded angry. “Everything okay?” She made quick work of wiping and flushing the toilet. She washed her hands and opened the door. “I can…,” her words died in her throat, seeing him standing there gloriously naked.
Everything about him was large. She wasn’t short by any means. She worked out enough to have some muscle definition, though one could tell she enjoyed food a lot, and he seemed to dwarf her in height and width in a way no one had been able to do since she was a child.
Her gaze started at his eyes, slowly slipping down to his full lips and scruff from the beard he had coming in. They dipped to the wide shoulders and to his chest, the ink and scars painted his canvas, telling her he had stories that would make her laugh, cry, and rage. His thighs were thick. It would probably take two of her legs to fill his one, and even then there’d still be space left over.
He even had big feet.
Which obviously made sense. They had to carry him.
She let her eyes linger on his thickened cock. He wasn’t as long some other guys she’d seen, but his girth made her mouth water. She still had the taste of him lingering in the back of her throat and could feel him inside of her, stretching her to the pleasure pain point she enjoyed.
“Princess.” The gruffness in Santino’s voice made her knees grow weak. She wanted him in her mouth again.
Wanted to hear the sounds he made when she gave him his pleasure.
“Silva, Silva, Silva, Silva.” He took a step forward and gripped her chin. He tilted her head up to meet his dark gaze. “Are you into degradation?” he asked but didn’t give her time to answer. “The way I want to fuck you like you’re nothing more than a body for my pleasure is overwhelming.” He dipped his head like he was going to kiss her, but he held back.
“Going by the look in your eyes, you want exactly that.” He hummed low in his throat. “You’d let me put you on your knees and fuck this sweet mouth until you choked, wouldn’t you?”
Silva’s eyes fluttered closed, and she whimpered. Her mind had checked out somewhere between her potty break and now. She could feel the arousal coursing through her on a slow simmer. She wished they had time to explore what was building, knowing it would be deeper and come at her harder than anything she had ever felt before.
“You are perfect,” Santino whispered in awe, and a shiver went down her back. “Open up,” he pinched her cheeks hard. Her eyes flew open and she gasped. Her mouth opened wide enough for him to spit into it.
“Good girl.” He kissed her forehead. “I really wish I had time to fuck you again, but….” His phone rang and the disappointment between both of them felt heavy in the air around them.
It was silly. They would have more time together. But she was being greedy. This was the first time in her adult life that sex had been exhilarating, and her partner knew exactly how she liked it.
“Go take a shower, princess.” He released his grip on her chin, only to claim her lips for a quick kiss. “I’d join you, but we’ll never leave and I have to go,” he murmured.
“Are you going to have time to take a shower after me?” It didn’t make sense to make him late by waiting for her to be done with the shower. She could totally keep her hands to herself…maybe.
“I’m not taking a shower. I don’t want to erase the smell of you and what we did from my skin.” He pulled back, just enough to turn her back toward the bathroom. “Go,” he slapped her on her ass. “Also,” his lips were by her ear and she pushed her ass back into him, a smile teasing her lips when she heard him growl.
“Write down exactly what you’re into and send it to me. Include your hard no’s and safe word you like to use and we can do it.” He sank his teeth into her neck, sucking at the skin, and she felt her core ache, missing him filling her.
