Fierce (21 page)

I’m not just attracted to him. It’s so much
more than that.

I want him to be the one.

“Please …” I murmur close to his ear. “Make
me yours.” And then I kiss him one last time on his neck.

“Fuck. That’s it,” Hunter growls. “You
asked for it.”

I’m taken by surprise as he grabs my arms
and pushes me through the door. He slams it shut behind him, and then smashes
his lips onto mine. With his calloused fingers he grabs my face, and his tongue
dips out during his fierce kisses. He’s rough, and nibbles on my lip as I
desperately try to get closer to him. I want to feel him, to have him, body to
body.

He looks at me for just a few seconds with
half-mast eyes. “I wasn’t afraid. I didn’t want to hurt your feelings. Nor your
pussy.” He licks his lips when he says those words, and I just want to put my
tongue right there.

“I wanted to take it slow, give you time to
adjust to me, but now you’ve done it,” he says in between kisses. “I’m gonna
take you, and I’m gonna fuck you until you scream my name.”

Hunter turns me around, pushes me up
against the door, and sinks his mouth to mine. He tastes so delicious, and all
I can think of his having his lips all over me. I push my breasts up to his
chest, my nipples aching, desperate for his touch, but he’s completely fixated on
my lips.

And oh God, the way he kisses me. It’s as
if he wants to show me what he can do. Like he’s fucking my mouth.

Frenzied, my fingers latch around his body,
trying to fuse with him. Each time Hunter breathes, his hungry eyes open to
catch my gaze. My lips feel raw, and they’re buzzing. I love it. He smiles when
he sees me wired up because of his rabid kisses.

I reach for the bottom of his shirt and
scrunch it up. He raises his arms, letting me jerk it over his head. I still
marvel at the sight of his beautiful body, those taut muscles and square
pectorals. I love that it’s all mine.

“Am I the only one?” I ask, suddenly
feeling a little insecure. I’m just a geek, and he’s hot as fuck. It’s hard for
me to imagine him only being into me.

“Of course,” he whispers. “You already had
me the first time you said ‘Yeah.’” The cute smile on his face makes me flush.

He puts his hands on the wall beside me,
trapping me. I feel safe, though. With his predatory eyes on me, I don’t even
want to be anywhere else right now.

Then his mouth crashes into mine again, and
I’m done for.

Trembling, I clutch his body and hold him
close. Every few seconds our mouths disconnect to take a breath, and then we’re
right back at it. Our tongues are locked in a furious battle. His hips are
grinding against mine, his erection poking my thigh. Groaning in my ear, he
reaches for my hands and pins them against the wooden door.

This is so fucking hot.

“You want to be mine? I’ll make you mine,”
he grunts.

His fingers curl around the fabric of my
top, and in one go he jerks it over my head. My breasts don’t even get the
chance to bounce back into place before he’s got his hands all over them again.

He kneads them softly, leaving kisses on my
sternum, going lower with each kiss. My nipples harden, aching to be touched. I
moan, and he chortles from the sounds I make. Then he flips my breasts out of
their cups and squeezes them a little.

Within a second he yanks my bra loose, and
it drops to the floor. I gasp, but then he puts his lips on the tips of my
breasts and starts sucking, hard. He circles one nipple with his tongue,
rubbing the other with his finger. A squeal leaves my mouth as he puckers my
nipples to their limit, giving each one equal attention before returning to my
lips. His mouth is hot with desire, and my stomach is fluttering. I’m overcome
by need. The need to be even closer. To have him inside me.

Drifting down toward my jeans, he starts
fiddling with the button to loosen it. All my sexual feelings focus on that one
swollen spot his hand is drifting so close to.

I’m dying inside. Dying for him to release
me.

“If this thing doesn’t come off within the
next six seconds, I’m going to tear it off you.” Sounds almost like a threat to
my jeans, but I like it.

He jerks down everything but my panties,
leaving me desperate and almost naked. Squatted on the floor, he gazes up at me
with dirty eyes as he takes off my shoes one by one and then my pants, taking
his time. He throws them aside, and starts kissing my leg.

I shiver from his hot mouth, the sultry
lips that mark my skin. I feel abashed, but at the same time I want him to do
it. I’m nervous as hell, but the sound of his chuckles puts me at ease.

“Too late to stop now, Leafy,” he murmurs
against my skin.

“I don’t want to stop,” I say.

My pussy clenches with need as his fingers
caress my inner thigh, inching up toward my panties. When his lips reach the
top of my thigh, he hooks his fingers under the fabric and rips it off.

I squeal and gasp, a stinging feeling
grazing my skin. He just tore my panties to pieces!

“I told you I’m not nice,” he says.

A hot streak spreads through my body when I
realize he’s staring straight at my pussy.

“Hmmm …” he murmurs, pressing soft kisses
on my thigh. “I guess you never had this either.”

I shake my head, feeling overcome with
desire. When he puts his lips on my folds, I moan in agony.

He starts slow, but eventually increases
his pace. He kisses me on my inner lips, sucks on my nub, and dips his tongue
inside me. His licking is ravenous, and it feels as though he wants to eat me
up and then some. I’ve never felt anything this good before.

“God, I love it that I’m the first. You’re
so fucking delicious,” he says in between licks.

I crave more of his hot kisses, his hungry
tongue, his skilled fingers. He answers my longing with more of everything.
With his hands he nudges my legs apart, spreading them widely. I’m trembling
from his eagerness, but he holds me still, lapping me up.

I gasp. The pressure of his tongue on my
swollen, moistened clit is too much.

And then I come undone.

Sounds escape my mouth that I’ve never
heard before, but I know it’s because of the sweet, painful agony I feel, as
waves of ecstasy flush through my body. I’m heated up to the core, and Hunter
keeps up with my orgasm, even when it’s already subsided.

As I pant, I fall apart against the door,
my entire body shaking. This is bliss.

He muffles a laugh, but it sounds more like
a groan. He comes to his feet again, and I squeal when he picks me up from the
floor.

“No breaks. I want you. Now,” he growls.

He twirls us around with his massive arms
and throws me onto my bed with no problem. I love how cocky he is, how
dominant, the sex oozing off him. I want it. I want it all.

Standing at the back of the bed, he peers
at me with darkened eyes as he starts prying at his belt buckle. I watch him
bite his lip, and it looks so fucking sexy. I swear, it’s like he’s trying to
make me faint.

Especially when he jerks down his jeans and
briefs in one go.

My eyes immediately widen, and I gulp. His
sizeable cock is fully erect, bouncing up and down as his slacks drop to the
floor. It’s huge, big, and my God … so fucking hot. It’s all I can look at.

But it scares me too, knowing he’ll be
inside me soon.

He smirks, seeing my anxious face. “Like
what you see?”

I blush, crossing my legs because I
suddenly feel very vulnerable. What if he doesn’t fit?

He crawls onto the bed and over me with a
wicked grin on his face. His hardness slides across my thighs as he inches up,
and I swallow my next gasp for air. Hunter leaves tiny kisses on my belly,
dragging his lips up to my breasts. I squirm underneath him as he suckles on my
hardened nipples again, the tips aching for his tongue. He squeezes my other
breast, and my skin vibrates with his groans as he kneads.

All I feel is need. I need his body closer.
It’s never close enough.

My fingers coil around his back,
desperately clawing him. He cups my face between his index finger and thumb and
kisses my jawline voraciously. His tongue dips out and drags along my cheek as
he reaches my lips and thirstily takes my mouth. He doesn’t just latch onto my
mouth. He claims me. Marks me as his.

“You have condoms?” he asks gruffly in
between his ferocious kisses.

I nod, panting, and point to the left.
“Drawer.”

God I’m glad my mom added them to my
suitcase before I left home.

Hunter pushes himself up on his elbows and
leans on his knees as he reaches for the drawer of my nightstand. Taking out
the condom, he doesn’t take the time to rip it with his fingers. Instead, he
brings the packet to his mouth and tears it to pieces, spitting out the condom.
He snatches it from my belly, his fingers briefly grazing my skin, sending
shocks through my body.

Arching his back, he rolls the condom over
his length. I tilt my head to watch him do it, eagerly awaiting him.

When he comes back down like a tiger
jumping on his prey, he grunts, and the deep roughness of his voice kindles a
flame in my core. He looks so goddamn beautiful with his muscular shoulders
supporting his weight, the unshaven jaw, his full lips, those dark, endless
eyes I want to drown in.

I wrap my arms around him as he starts
rubbing himself up against me, letting me feel what he can give me. His
expression is dark, hungry, and lustful as the tip of his cock grazes my
entrance. His muscles clench; I can feel his restraint. He’s fighting the urge
to plunge inside me. I want him to take me, and I even told him to do it, but
still he’s gentle with me.

“You ready for me, Leafy?” he murmurs.

“Yes. I was always ready for you.”

I hold my breath when he slides into my
folds. Digging my nails into his back, I close my eyes to enjoy the moment, to
feel what it’s like to physically connect with a man. It’s so raw and powerful,
and so full of desire.

“Here I come,” he murmurs against my skin.

My legs part as he pushes his thighs into
mine, slowly entering me. His eyebrows draw together as he locks his eyes with
me, concentrating. He’s tempering his wild side for me.

I reach for his face and cup it, forcing
him to look at me as he presses deeper into me. “Make me yours,” I repeat
softly.

He licks his lips and then crashes his
mouth into mine again.

His savageness is back, and in full glory.
He sucks on my lips while pushing ever farther inside. He clutches my ass and
holds me tight, breathing heavily against my cheek. I’m drunk with lust when he
fills me. I feel so full and complete.

Our mouths collide in a hot, wet craze.
Tongues slip in and out, sweat drips from our bodies, heat and wetness blend
together, and I love every second of it.

He drives into me until every inch of him
is inside. Gasping, I push my hips up to meet his, clinging to the contact
between us, wanting him further inside me. More. More. I’m delirious. Totally
mad for him.

Hunter’s pace increases, and he pumps
inside me with long, deep strokes. My pussy responds to his cock, clenching
with need. With my lips on his neck I beg him for more. His love is like a
drug.

He whispers words in my ear, like
‘you’re
so tight’
and
‘do you like it?’
, and I can only respond with
moaning, nodding, and gasping. I think I even call out his name, just like he
predicted.

Tension is building in his muscles, and I
grasp him tight, holding him close to me. He fists my hair, clenching it tight
as he arches his back. My blood is rushing to one spot, as wantonness grows
inside my groin. The pressure between my folds is rising, and I feel myself
growing increasingly elated. And then it happens.

A deep, drawn-out groan escapes his mouth.
An expression of anguish combined with euphoria appears on his face. His jaw
tightens, and his fingers clutch my waist. I moan loudly as I come apart
underneath him. His member starts to pulsate, and warmth fills me up to the
brim.

Still panting, he thrusts inside me,
slowing down each time. When we’re both sated, his trembling body drops down
onto mine, and I wrap my arms tightly around him.

As his cock spills out of me, he takes off
the condom, ties a knot in it, and hurls it to the bin. Then he falls to my
side, exhausted.

Turning my head, I look at him. His head
rests on my pillow, my hair tickling his nose. He smells me, and then he
smiles. I smile back. He is beautiful.

No words can express what I just felt.

All I know is that it was wonderful, and
that it was more than I ever expected it to be.

I pull up the blanket, my body shivering
from the coldness that suddenly washes over me. I’m naked in my own bed, and
now that he’s no longer ravaging me I need something else to warm me up.