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At this point, my underwear was still on. “Didn’t you forget something? I said against his mouth while gesturing toward our pelvis with my eyes.
A wicked one-sided smirk displayed on his face, and he replied with a seductive whisper, “I’ve never seen anything sexier, than you in those peek-a-boo panties. I want to feel them rub against my cock while I stare into your eyes.”
Those panties were soaked at this point. I felt his fingers pull aside the flimsy fabric and felt him at my entrance. By the look in his eyes, I could tell he was on edge already. I hoped this wouldn’t be a big disappointment or even a double-edged sword, where both of us wasted a perfectly good hard-on.
I tried to fix my gaze somewhere other than his eyes, but he had other plans. “Ginny, when I enter you. I want your eyes on mine.” He teased me with his cock from below. I wiggled my pelvis to relieve a little pressure causing them to roll in the back of my head. “Ah…Ah Ginny” he admonished and rubbed harder causing me to growl with frustration.
I had no other choice but to obey. The ache was unbearable and damnit whether or not I wanted to believe it. I wanted him. I wanted him in me, on me and around me all at the same time. I opened my eyes and fixed them onto his. Hunt wasted no time. He thrust deep and hard in one swift motion.
The air had been taken from my lungs. His sparkling green eyes fixated on mine. I fought the urge to close mine out of fear he wouldn’t continue. I needed him. My arms rested on his shoulder and my legs rested on his hips comfortably as he rocked into me. He started slow at first, making precise movements, hitting every spot inside to make me crazy. I couldn’t speak, only moaned incoherently. I felt so full. Every inch of me stretched from the inside. Such a euphoric vibration of our two bodies meeting with friction and making the most insane feeling.
I didn’t get a visual of his cock, but I could tell this man was blessed in that area.
As the sensation built, my moans became yells. My hands dug into his back. My pelvis danced with his, fucking each other so exquisitely into a rapturous dreamland only we inhabited.
His eyes were still trained on me thrusting harder, then finally breaking my gaze he placed his lips on mine. The hunger behind the kiss had us pressing into each other harder and faster. The taste of his tongue mixed with his smell was intoxicating. Hunt’s hand grasped my ass, pressing me even closer when his groans of pleasure left his mouth. “Oh fuck, Ginny. There is nothing better than being inside you…” he trailed off.
His words set off a chain reaction. I clamped down on him. He growled and grasped my breast with his teeth erupting an orgasm. I felt the fluids flush between my legs. My head tilted back, hitting on the wall behind me, but I didn’t care. Nothing could beat the feeling of Hunt inside me. Wave after wave of lightning shot up my spine when Hunt’s movement became jerkier until the last hard thrust.
The look on his face was pure ecstasy. It was sexy… no it was beautiful. He appeared spent. I expected him to drop me and go but, oddly enough, it wasn’t what I expected. Hunt lowered me slowly. He placed a chaste kiss on my lips and asked, “Are you alright?”
I nodded, still barely able to comprehend words or at least articulate them.
I walked toward where my clothes lay on the ground. Ready to grab them and admit defeat, but Hunt stood there with his arms crossed against his chest. “And where do you think you’re going?”
I peered at him with squinted eyes and tilted my head. Wasn’t that his plan the entire time? Hit it and quit it. No attachments. Never more than once, but maybe it was actually never more than one night. Fuck it. If it was anything like the first time, why not have an orgasm or two before Kara called and ruined my unintended euphoric bliss.
“Unless you want to leave? I can’t hold you hostage, but I am nowhere near done with you yet.”
He held out his hand. I grabbed it willingly. He led me to his bathroom. I watched as he turned on the shower. The steam began rolling from behind the glass door. He opened the door for me, grasping my hand and leading me inside. His body brushed up against mine and the tingling inhabited my spine again. I wasn’t sure could leave if he wanted me to.
He left me alone in the shower to allow the water to run down my body. My bra and panties were still in place, but I was so mind fucked that I didn’t even think about the concept. He entered the shower behind me. He unhooked my bra, allowing it to slowly fall from my body. He then slid a finger beneath each side strap of my panties. He lowered them inch by inch. His eyes never left the trail. He tossed both small pieces over the side door and began soaping his hands like a masseuse oiling their hands for business.
He started by rubbing my shoulders. His hands traveled down my back. He caressed my backside, manipulating my butt and revving me up. However, before we got lost in each other again or worse Kara would fulfill her end of the plan, I needed to gauge his demeanor.
I turned to face him. His eyes heated and penetrated my skin. My skin pebbled in response. How was I going to walk away unscathed from him?
I deviated from the plan. I was weak, but why did everything about this feel right? I had never been so free with someone so quickly. I shook the thought away, knowing that I was using him just as much as he was using me. He was familiar. That’s all it was. Plus, he was good atall the things.Who wouldn’t free themselves up for multiple orgasms?
He must’ve noticed that I wasn’t completely in the moment. He placed a hand on each side of my face and planted his mouth directly on mine. Urgent and determined, his lips owned mine. The motion, the movement, and the passion enveloped me. I was completely his in that moment; his pliable little puppet and I didn’t have any reservations about it whatsoever. After this fantasy was over, I would return to reality and stay clear of him, but for now, I needed to allow myself a little bit of mindless pleasure. I absorbed every second of this sensation. His lips guided mine into submission and I willingly surrendered.
He pressed my back against the shower wall, slid between my legs and the rest couldn’t be described as anything less than euphoric.
HUNT
The moon shone through the curtains, the beam landing on the curve of her neck while she slept. I had to give myself credit. Tonight, was some of my best work. I couldn’t put my finger on it but Ginny sparked an extra level of arousal inside of me, no one had ever done that before. Her body was like my own personal playground, and I was more than happy to play there for hours… days…fuck I might even break my rules and extended it to the summer. She wouldn’t be here long term so what would it hurt? Friends with benefits wouldn’t be a thing if it didn’t work right?
We could spend the summer enjoying each other, then move on with our lives with great memories. She was in some of the best of mine already. Now she could add to the list of highlights she’d started years ago. Ginny had no clue what she had meant to me that summer. She was not only my closest friend, but my only family other than Paps.
My Dad began his slow expedition away from our family one dose of his gaslighting verbal abuse at a time. Blake joined the bandwagon, sending me into a spiral of self-doubt and depression. As for my mother, she was too drunk to care. Probably from years of having to deal with that spoiled rich bastard. My dad didn’t earn any of his money. He inherited every fucking dime. He used his wealth as a way of treating people like dirt, including his family. He used his so-called power to manipulate anyone in his path. The sociopath inside him thrived on it and that year I had him figured out. It was when I noticed my brother taking on his traits that I decided that I wasn’t going to allow myself to turn into that.
The summer I stayed with Paps was the best of my life. I asked my father if I could work and stay with Paps for the summer and he agreed. The way my father saw it; it was one less mouth to feed. The cheap bastard made us work for everything. Not traditionally of course. He didn’t know about a hard day's labor if it hit him in the face. He made us attend luncheons, charity events, and of course kiss the rings of rich pompous pricks who he thought owned the world. Not one of them built their empire, each and every one inherited their fortunes, but each and everyone felt entitled to every dime. It sickened me to sit and pretend to admire the true downfall of the American dream. I refused to fall into the entitlement trap. I would be successful, but I would make it on my own, not with my father’s money.
I had been sitting on Paps’ porch swing, pitying myself, when she and her mother pulled up in a long dark brown four-door boat of a car. The muffler dragged along the ground alerting the entire neighborhood of their arrival.
She climbed out of the back catching her shoe on the strap of the seatbelt before exiting, almost causing her to fall. However, she balanced herself, tossed back her head, and shook it off like a champ. She straightened up her jean jumper and squared her tiny shoulders. Her black-rimmed glasses framed her sky-blue eyes, her chubby cheeks pinkened when she smiled around her mouth of silver. She hated her braces. Her timid little grin was something to remember. Ginny couldn't hide her feelings from a blind man.
The coolest part was, after she righted herself, she grabbed a toolbox, lowered herself beneath that muffler, and proceeded to tighten the bracket underneath. I knew in that moment she was cool. We would definitely be good friends. We had one thing in common, we were stubborn enough to learn to fix things ourselves. We knew who we could rely on at a young age. It was beautiful.
