Page 12 of Crossed Paths
I kiss a trail over her soft stomach whilst tugging her trousers down, not caring where they land. Her knickers follow, sliding over her hips before joining the heap on the floor.
“Hunter, please, fuck me,” she moans.
I don’t need to be told twice. I unbuckle my belt, undo my hiking trousers, and kick them aside, my cock throbbing with anticipation. She watches me, her eyes dark with desire, and I see the moment she realizes just how much I’ve wanted her.
I step closer, positioning myself between her legs, and she spreads them willingly, her hands gripping the edges of the pool table. I tease her, brushing the head of my cock from her clit down to her pussy, feeling how wet she is, how ready. She’s panting now, her eyes closed, her body tense with anticipation.
“Hunter,” she whimpers, “don’t tease.”
So I don’t. I thrust into her in one smooth motion, filling her completely, and she gasps, her nails digging into the wood. She’s tight, so tight, and I nearly come just becauseof the way she envelops me, the way her body clenches around mine. I give her a moment to adjust, to feel the stretch, but she’s already moving her hips, urging me to start.
I pull out slowly, then push back in, setting a steady rhythm that has her moaning my name. The pool table creaks beneath us, but neither of us cares. This is raw, spontaneous, everything I’ve needed for so long.
I lean down, kissing her neck, her shoulders, her breasts, my hands roaming over her body, worshipping every inch of her. She’s perfect, and I want her to know it. “You’re incredible,” I groan, my hips snapping into hers faster now, harder. “So fucking incredible.”
Her hands tangle in my hair, pulling me up for another kiss, and I give it to her, our mouths moving desperately, hungrily. Her legs wrap around my waist, her heels digging into my back, and I angle my thrusts, hitting her deeper, harder.
“Yes,” she cries, her voice breaking. “Right there. Don’t stop, Hunter. Please, don’t stop.”
And I won’t. Not until we’re both a mess, until we’re both screaming each other’s names, until we’re both lost in a storm of our own making.
Chapter 5
Alexandra
“Fuck, Alex,” Hunter groans,his voice strained and low. “You’re so wet, so hot.”
His words send a fresh wave of heat spiralling through me, and I meet his thrusts eagerly, nails digging into his shoulders as I cling to him. “Don’t stop,” I pant. “I’m close.”
He doesn’t stop. If anything, he moves faster—relentless, focused, like he knows exactly how to undo me. My whole body tightens, tension building sharp and fast like a drawn bow.
And then—
“Hunter!” I cry out, shuddering as my orgasm crashes through me. My walls clench around him, and he lets out a rough, broken curse as he follows, his hips jerking deep one final time as he spills inside me. The intimacy of it sends another tremor through me.
For a moment, we stay like that. Still. Breathless. Hearts pounding in sync.
Then he pulls out, and I let out a small, involuntary whimper at the loss, my body still humming with the aftershock of everything we just shared.
He helps me sit up, his hands gentle as they sweep hair back from my damp forehead. “You okay?” he asks, voice quiet, full of something careful and warm.
I nod, lips curling into a dazed grin. “More than okay.”
But then his expression shifts. His brows draw together, and I feel the change immediately.
“Shit,” he mutters, glancing over at the pile of clothes on the floor. “I wasn’t—I mean, we didn’t—”
I frown, following his gaze. “What? What’s wrong?”
He runs a hand through his hair, looking somewhere between guilty and stunned. “I wasn’t wearing a condom.”
“It’s okay,” I say softly. “I’m on birth control.”
He looks at me, eyes searching mine like he’s double-checking for any trace of uncertainty. Then he lets out a long breath—half relief, half something else. Something deeper.
“Thank fuck,” he murmurs, the edge of a smile tugging at his lips before he kisses me deeply and helps me stand.
The legs of the pool table dig into the backs of my thighs as I pull my knickers up. The fabric sticks slightly to my skin—still warm, still sensitive—and the air around us is too quiet now.
