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“Good,” she says with a curt nod. “Do your coworkers know what’s happening?”
“Amy does, but she’s only one person.”
“And what does Amy say?”
I grimace. “That I should file a complaint.”
“Have you?”
I look away from her in answer. She sighs in frustration and her hand disappears from my arm.
“Why haven’t you, Hunter?”
“I will,” I rush out. “I’m just trying to figure out what to say. It’s harder for me. I’m big, and a guy. Not many people will believe me.”
“I believe you,” Rachel says, her hands reappearing on my shoulders. She steps towards me, her chest pressed against mine, her body fitting into me like two puzzle pieces. She tilts her head up, her lips twitching into a soft smile. “You know you can come to me always, for any reason, right?”
No, I don’t know that. I never feel that way. Not now when we are living apart. Not when I constantly feel like I’m a burden on her and the bros. I return her smile in answer, deciding it better than voicing the truth. My insecurities shouldn’t be her concern. This is my hurdle to get over.
“Hunter—”
My mouth on hers stops whatever she’s about to say. I don’t want to think about Millie, my job, school, or my need for a drink. All I want is to drown myself in Rachel, feel her warmth swallow me whole until the darkness can no longer get in. Her tongue strokes mine and the feeling scorches through me, making my insides tingle with need. I moan as I deepen the kiss, my tongue touching hers frantically, urging it into a dance we know so well. My arms circle her waist and she goes limp in my embrace, her body relaxing into mine.
I push her up against the table, wanting to press her up against a wall or lower her onto the ground so I can cover her body, hold her like I want, keep her against me. The table will have to do. Her legs part for me, one sliding against the side of my left. I grab it, holding it at my hip and I press my hardening cock against her front, loving the way her body shivers at the pressure.
“Hunter,” she murmurs against my lips and I cover them again, wanting to kiss all thoughts and words away. I want her to only think about me pounding in and out of her and nothing more. No more thoughts on Millie or advice about what I should do. I want to do this. I want to forget everything and just be with her.
Rachel moans and she pulls away. My lips follow her, but before I can reclaim her, she lifts herself onto the table, her legs spreading wide, giving me easier access. Even on the table I’m still taller than her. It’s still shocking how small she is compared to me, how I can crush her so easily.
She circles her arms around me, her mouth seizing mine and I open myself to her. My hands run up and down her body while I move between her legs. She wraps her legs around me, holding onto me tightly as if she’s terrified I’m going to run away. I love it. I love everything she does to me. I love her little reactions to me when I nibble her bottom lip, and I love the way her tongue feels when it strokes mine.
I cup her breast, feeling the outline of her bra through the thin material over her shirt. She gasps, her mouth sliding away from mine as her head tilts back in bliss. I kiss her throat, my teeth scraping lightly at the tender skin. She shivers in my arms and it spurs me on, urging me to do more. I want to hear more of her gasps, her moans.
My other hand cups her pussy, feeling how hot she is even through her jeans. Rachel groans, her mouth gaping open, her lust filled eyes meeting mine. I rub my fingers in a circle, around the spot I suspect her clit to be. Rachel releases a long breath, her legs tightening around me, her hands tugging at my shirt.
“Hunter,” she whispers.
“Does that feel good?” I ask unable to stop smiling at the way she’s so openly responding to me.
Her head lulls up and down. I add more pressure, my mouth claiming her neck. I kiss her nape sloppily, raking my teeth against her flesh, just enough to let others know she’s been claimed. I can already imagine the look on Seth’s face when he takes a look at Rachel’s neck and I can’t stop smiling. Sure, we all share Rachel, but it doesn’t stop us from getting jealous every now and then and Seth is definitely one who has issues with the whole concept of sharing.
As I kiss her neck, my hand slides from her crotch to the button of her jeans. I undo it quickly and snake my hand inside, pushing it underneath her panties and down until I feel how wet and hot she is for me. A shudder ripples down my spine and my cock hardens as I feel her slick folds. Her fingers dig into my scalp, her breath tickling my ear as she holds me to her.
“Hunter,” she whines as my finger slips between her folds and circles around her hard clit. Her back arches and her body shifts, allowing me easier access to her. I push two fingers inside, twisting myself deep into her. Her body tightens around me and my cock once again twitches as a reminder, but I don’t want this to end, yet. I wand her begging, crying, shouting my name so everyone outside in the hallway can hear.
I start slow, my fingers pushing in and out while my thumb continues circling her clit, adding pressuring every now and then. She fidgets against me, her breaths coming in and out fast. I kiss her as I finger her. Her body rocks against mine. My fingers push into her harder, faster. The pressure my thumb puts on her clit increases. She gushes against me. She’s so fucking wet it’s hard for me to keep myself under control. Her mouth wrenches away from mine and she gasps while her hands tug at my shirt, my hair, my jeans. She doesn’t seem to know what to hold onto.
“Don’t stop,” Rachel begs, her voice shaking with her lust. “Please, don’t stop.”
I’m nearly at my limit. I’m two seconds away from throwing her onto the table, ripping out my cock and having my way with her, but I force my needs down. The way she’s looking at me is wonderful. She tosses back her head, her hair swishing to one side. Her mouth opens and closes. She bites back a moan, her eyes clamp close before opening again. Her insides tighten around me and I know she’s so close to popping.
She buries her face in my shoulder and whines, “Hunter. I’m going to come.” Her nails rake against my shoulders through the shirt. Her hips thrust against me, meeting each and every one of my pushes. “I’m going to come,” she shouts while tossing back her head. She cries out, her mouth wide open, her eyes on me.
Rachel is still crying out her orgasm when I wrench my hand away from her. I pull her off the table while she’s gasping. Her body moves limply, like she’s hardly in control. I turn her around and press her against the table. Her back is facing me. Her ass is in the air. I yank down her jeans and underwear. Her panties are soaked and it makes my fingers fumble knowing what’s awaiting me in a matter of minutes.
“Hunter,” Rachel murmurs while I pull down my pants. My cock springs free, already leaking and twitching. There’s no way I’m going to last long.
“Can I fuck you?” I ask hoarsely, my hand pushing on her back while I slide my cock between her thighs. Even that little movement has more precum leaving me.
