Page 35 of In The Dark
“What are you thinking about?” Hunter kisses my knee, my thigh, and my hip, reverence behind the press of lips. “Your pussy just tightened around my fingers.”
“Nothing. It’sah.” I groan, the start of an orgasm sparking behind my eyes when he adds more pressure to my clit. Dirtier, dangerous. So close to sliding inside me. “I think I’d like that. I want to try.”
“Next time. I’m not letting a knife fuck you before I do.” He adds a third finger, and I cry out, the twist of desire zipping up my spine. “There you go, Max. You’re close, aren’t you? Let it happen, angel.”
I’m so close. I’m on the precipice of blissful elation, and I realize every hour I’ve gone without seeing him has been utter agony. Nothing has ever felt thisgood, and I can’t be bothered by the slick glide of his fingers as they work in and out of me. I don’tcare about the sounds I’m making, each moan louder than the last. Anyone passing by could hear me and know exactly what was happening behind the closed door, yet here I am, about to scream his name.
“I’m going to come,” My body no longer belongs to me when he pulls his fingers out of me and lifts his arm, bringing his hand to my lips. “Hunter.Please.”
He forces my mouth open, his drenched fingers resting on my tongue. I close my lips and lick his knuckles greedily, tasting myself. I collapse back onto the table, hoping for a reprieve, a moment to catch my breath, but he doesn’t let me. Hunter grabs my ankle, placing my foot on his shoulder. I’m overwhelmed by the tantalizing pace of the knife handle, and my orgasm hits me like a freight train.
He doesn’t slow down, not even when I beg him to stop because it’s too much, andthisis what I’ve craved. The depravedness. Handing over control to someone else and letting them be in charge, and it’s the most wonderful thing I’ve ever experienced.
“You’ll take all of it,” he says, his voice a deep rumble that almost makes me come again. I whine when he teases the knife at my entrance, the hint of what could be, and I wish I could see how filthy it looks. “That’s my girl,” he adds, awe behind each word. I squirm, desperate for more friction, more…somethingto fill the void of being full from his fingers, but he drops the hand from my mouth to my stomach, holding me in place. “So greedy.” A rough laugh, another kiss to my knee. “Jesus Christ, angel. You’re so beautiful.”
I feel beautiful, even with the sweat at my hairline and my chest rising and falling like I’ve been running for miles. I exhale, easing down from the high as the pleasure he brought me ebbs to complete happiness.
A giggle works its way free, and I smile. I’m drunk on affection when Hunter stands and cups my cheeks, kissing me.
“Gosh, that was nice.” I nip at his bottom lip and he whimpers, resting his forehead against mine. The hard swell of his cock presses into my thigh when he helps me sit up and tucks a piece of hair behind my ear. “You left my boots on? I didn’t even notice.”
“Because they’re sexy.” Hunter closes the knife with the flick of his wrist and drops it on top of his jeans. He lifts my leg and drags the zipper of my boot down with his teeth before slipping off the right shoe, then the left. “Look at you. Naked and perfect.”
I blush at the compliment and glance down at my body, smiling at the small marks he’s left on my skin. It’s like he’s claimed me as his, and I touch the spot on my thigh where his fingers gripped me tight. “You did a number on me.”
“Are you doing okay?” He kisses me again, gentler this time. “Did I go too far? Did I hurt you?”
“Not at all.” My fingers dance over his jaw. “I loved every second of that.”
“Good.” Hunter rips the remaining pieces of my underwear away from my body, leaving me completely naked. His hand dips into his briefs and I watch him touch himself. “We have a slight problem, angel.”
“A problem? What happened?”
“I don’t have a condom. I didn’t plan to take off your clothes tonight, so I didn’t bring any protection.”
“Oh.” I bob my head and swallow. “What if we didn’t use one? I’m on birth control.” His hand stops mid-stroke. His eyes meet mine. Flushed cheeks, pupils blown wide, and I wonder if I said the wrong thing. “Sorry. That was stupid. I’m still turned on and not thinking?—”
“I’ll fuck you raw,” Hunter rasps. “But if I do, you’re going to be stuck with me for a very, very long time. No one else is going to touch you. No one else is going to have your pussy. It’smine, Max. Whenever and wherever I want it. And I’m going to want you in a million different ways.” He hooks my leg around his waist and stares down at me. “Is that okay with you?”
God.
Am I allowed to shoutfuck, yes? Should I get on my knees and thank him for saying exactly what I want to hear? For giving me the opportunity to learn and grow and be truly satisfied for the first time in what feels like forever?
I’ve spent years waiting for a moment like this. I’ve been patient, wondering if there was someone out there who understood what I wanted, and when I smile up at Hunter, I know I’ve found it.
This will probably only be a short fling. Something far from serious that will fizzle out in a week or two before we go our separate ways, but right now? Right now, I’m going to savor the hell out of every second.
I don’t care that a more levelheaded woman might run or ask him to pump the brakes. I’m rational in every other part of my life, and I deserve to be free to explore every side of myself, no matter how reckless it might be.
“Yes,” I whisper, and his groan is ragged. “That’s okay with me, Hunter.”
“I love when you say my name.” He steps back and hooks his fingers in the waistband of his boxers. He yanks them off and kicks them away, showing off long legs. Strong muscles and a cluster of tattoos on the top of his thigh. “I got tested a couple months ago. Everything was negative.”
“I got tested after I found out my ex was cheating.” I stare at his hard cock and the glisten of pre-cum on the head. “I’m clear too.”
“Can’t believe anyone would cheat on you. You’re the prize, baby.” He moves toward me, gripping his cock and rubbing his thumb from the tip to the root. “I need you to open your legs nice and wide, angel, so I can fit.”
“I’ve never been with someone so big.” My throat turns dry when I study how long he is and the thickness of his length. My breathing quickens in anticipation of the pain I’m expecting. “You’re huge.”
