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He scans my features. "You okay?"
"No, I’m not. Why did you stop?"
"Told you I wasn’t going to let you come. Not that easily, anyway."
Jerkhole.I try to pull away from him again, but he tightens his hold on my wrist.
"Let me go."
"When you’re no longer angry."
"You can’t tell me how to feel," I snarl.
"Wanna bet?"
"Fuck you." I shouldn’t allow him to see how much he’s unnerved me, but damn it, I’m allowed, aren’t I? First, finding him here, under the same roof, in the same hot tub as me, when I’d been thinking rather randy thoughts about him. Then, having him come through on said randy thoughts in the randiest way possible…was not what I’d expected of him. To be honest, I’m not sure what I expected, but it wasn’t quite that. Definitely not Hunter Whittington squeezing my arse like it belongs to him. Not Mr. Stick-in-the-mud, stabbing his tongue inside my forbidden place and bringing me to the edge, only to not let me orgasm.
"I will, just not yet." He smirks.
"Go to hell."
"Only if you come with me, baby."
"Aargh." I squeeze my eyes shut. It’s not like me to lose my cool when I’m dealing with a man. Definitely not Mr. Douchekabob, who denied me my climax. "Do you always have to have a ready comeback?"
"Only with you, Fire."
Something in the tone of his voice, a gentleness at odds with the ruthless restraint with which he pulled me back from the throes of a mother of a summit I came so close to peaking, has me opening my eyes.
He’s looking up at me with a strange light in his eyes. A possessiveness? A hunger, perhaps. More like a proprietorial look that, combined with his dominating presence, has me going weak in the knees.Shit, shit, shit.I knew I shouldn’t have agreed to this one-night stand arrangement with him. He’s manipulated his way into making me agree. Doesn’t mean I have to go through with it. I take a step back, and he rises to his feet.
Just like that, he unfolds himself and straightens. The water cascades off of his shoulders like he’s the model from the Old Spice commercial I watched growing up. No, he’s more like Chris Hemsworth inThor: Love & Thunder, or Chris Pine in that nude scene inOutlaw Knight. Ooh, la, la, and now, I’m resorting to French in my thoughts. That’s it, I am truly flustered…but, in my defense, he’s standing in front of me and he isn’t wearing a stitch of clothing.
Those carved-out-of-rock chest planes extend to a lean waist, flat stomach—no, concave stomach—which, in turn, dips down to meet a humongous, monstrous, enormous, gargantuan, colossal, massive—you get the idea—appendage that points straight up toward his belly button. And ladies, I wish I could say it was grotesque, or hideous, or repellant, but the truth is, it’s the most gorgeous, most beautiful, most immense cock I’ve ever seen.
My knees buckle all over again. I stumble forward, and he stops me with his other hand on my shoulder before I can fall against that wall of goodness—otherwise known as his chest. Before I can feel the hardness of all that male virility in that column he carries between his legs. And his balls, oh, his balls are a work of art.
They should have their own installation at the Tate Modern, along with the upthrust of his dick between them. A sculpture I’d call Hunter’s Pillar, or a phallic representation of what it is like to be hunted by the owner of said appendage. Right, I’ve officially gone into meltdown then, and all because I saw his penis? Again, in my defense, I’ve seen the male member before, but none as prodigious as his.
The heat that had retreated toward my core turbo charges forward, until it seems to have flooded every part of me. My nipples tighten until it feels like they’re ready to torpedo out of my bikini. As for my pussy...? It’s in pussy heaven, with threads of moisture lubricating my cunt, readying itself for an imminent penetration—which I’m not going to let happen. Not yet.
I twist my arm and tug. This time, he releases me. I stumble back, right myself, then tip up my chin. "I’m going to take a shower."
21
Hunter
She scampers up and out of the tub and disappears through the doorway before I can call out to her. I saw her gaze lower to my groin, knew she saw the evidence of my aroused state. Then, her gaze widened, the color surged through her face, and still, she continued to stare hungrily at my cock, which grew even more erect under her perusal. Well, at least, now she knows I have the apparatus to back up my ego.
What I hadn’t expected was for her to make that quick retreat. Apparently, she hadn’t expected to see me naked. It had the effect I was hoping for. I took her mind off of the thoughts buzzing through her head. I’m almost certain she was going to call off our deal for the night, and no way, would I accept that from her. So, I opted to distract her instead, and by the looks of it, I succeeded… Maybe too well.
I sink down into the hot tub, then duck my head under completely, before coming up again. I do want to give her time to cool off. On the other hand, if I give her too much time, she’s likely to develop cold feet, which I’m not going to allow.
I rise to my feet, step out, then walk through the doorway. My wet feet slap on the wooden beams as I walk past the kitchen, down the hallway, and into the bedroom. I notice the luggage stowed away inside the walk-in closet at the far end, something I missed the first time I walked in.
I push open the door of the bathroom and enter. The shower is running, and through the steamed-up wall of the cubicle, I can make out her figure. I head toward the sink, brush my teeth, rinse out my mouth, then head toward the cubicle. I push it open and walk in. She stiffens but doesn’t turn around. Instead, she tips up her chin so the water pours over her face and down her hair, which sticks to her back in long twisty coils.
I walk over to her, take the shampoo, and pour it into my palm. I begin to massage it into her hair. Her shoulder muscles grow rigid, but she doesn’t stop me. I dig my fingers into her scalp and knead it in circular motions. A moan spills from her lips. She leans back into my touch as if she can’t help herself. I continue to massage her scalp and she slumps back further. I lean into her so her back is flush against my chest. Her eyes are closed, those long eyelashes spiky with moisture. I drag my fingers through her hair, then down to her shoulders. I dig my knuckles into her shoulders, and she groans. The sound is so sexy, so hot, my groin tightens. My balls harden, and my cock jerks from where it’s nestled between her arse cheeks. Her muscles clench, and I press down on her shoulders. "Relax, baby."
