Page 81 of In The Dark
I want him to come more thanIwant to come. I want to know I had a part in it, the sole reason for his bliss and wonder. I move with him, thrust for thrust, exhilarated. I feel sexy.Invincible, and he puts a hand on the tree, right next to my head. He leans in close, mouth inches away from mine and I smile, breathing through my nose.
“You drive me wild.” Another grunt from Hunter, followed by a whimper when I lift my shirt and press my breasts together. His eyes flash with desire and his cock swells inside me, thickening to the point of deliriousness. “Is it okay if I come?”
I nod, frantic for it, but he doesn’t make the moment just about him. He includes me, too, a thumb on my clit at the same time he drives into me with force strong enough to shake the whole tree. I screw my eyes closed. I explode into a world of color and sensations as he plucks me apart, again and again until his cock twitches. Until he roars and buries his face in my shoulder, warm spurts of his release filling me up.
We stay there, frozen in time for what could be hours. Slowly, with languid movements and delayed reaction, Hunter leans away from me. He blinks, eyes glassy, and smiles my way.
“I think I need to call you Tornado Max, because you rock my fucking world.” His fingers touch my chin then my lips, opening my mouth. He pulls out my underwear and balls it in his fist, humming at how wet it is. “Repeatedly.”
“Every time is always so good,” I pant, glad to be able to breathe normally again. “But that was double the workout.”
“And you didn’t have to use your glowstick.” Hunter winces when he pulls out of me, and slowly lowers me to the ground. “You have some speed in you, angel.”
“So do you. Did you see me right away?” I ask, reaching for my jeans. “Please tell me you had to work for that.”
“I was searching very hard,” he says, but I know he’s appeasing me. He had his eyes on me the entire time. “We’ll have to play it again soon.”
“I can see why you’re a serial killer. I didn’t even see you coming.” I fasten my jeans and put my arms around his neck. “You’re good at your job.”
“Shucks, baby. An unbelievable orgasm and your flattery? I’m a lucky asshole.” He grins and pinches my cheek. I’m taking you inside and cleaning you up.”
“Did I make a mess? Is there any cum on the ground?” I ask, and Hunter glances at the leaves and sticks under our feet.
“I don’t see any. Nicely done, Max. I’m proud of you for not wasting a drop.”
I beam at the praise. “I’d never waste anything from you.”
He leads me to the house and I groan, knowing I was so close to winning. A hundred feet and I would’ve made it, but when he keeps his hand in mine and looks over at me with a wide grin, I decide I’m the happiest loser there’s ever been.
TWENTY-EIGHT
HUNTER
Me
Am I seeing you today, angel?
Max the Angel
As soon as I’m finished with work. I know your next five days are going to be so busy, you’ll barely have time to answer my text messages. Almost Halloween!
Me
I’ll always have time for your text messages. I clearly value you more than my job, if me finger fucking you in the haunted house tells you anything.
Max the Angel
Always so depraved.
Thank you for the flowers, by the way.
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I stareat the picture that comes through and frown at the bouquet sitting on her kitchen table. I didn’t send her flowers, but someone else fucking did, and I don’t like that one fucking bit.
I hit her name on my phone, wanting to call her instead of asking what’s going on over text. I wait for her to answer, doing a lap around the living room while I run a hand through my hair.
A secret admirer?
