Hunte (9 page)

Jessica laughed at my bow-legged gait.

I opened a new bottle of wine, found an extra glass and carried the rest through. I kept my eyes off her. She’d had a long day, a hard week. She needed food in her belly in order to keep up with me tonight.

“Indian. I hope you like it.”

She sniffed the air as I set a steaming plate in front of her. “Tandoori chicken?”

“And jasmine rice, samosas, and naan bread.”

We demolished the meal and the bottle of wine while the fire spit and hissed in front of us. We sat on the floor, side by side, sharing tidbits from each other’s plate offered on slippery, spicy fingers that were nibbled and sucked.

Jessica wore nothing more than the see-through teddy, the skirt, her stockings, and high heels. She looked criminally inviting as she sat beside me, eating and laughing. She looked naughty as fuck when she swiped my thumb through the sauce and lifted it to her lips.

“You taste good.” She smiled around my finger before sucking it inside.

She swirled her tongue in a dizzying pattern on the roughened pad then sank down to my knuckle with hollowed cheeks.

My stomach clenched. I leaned back on one arm, my hips pumping up.

She released my wet digit. “Something else you want me to suck?”

“Fuck yes.”

“Show me.” She stared at the erection stretching my jeans.

“Not yet.”

“Tease.”

“You’ll get a taste later, I promise. But first”—I pointed at the bookcase—“you kept the Christmas bear I gave you?”

“I call him . . . Teddy.” She fingered the bow that held her breasts in check beneath the low lace triangles.

I stood, scooping her from the floor into my arms. “Bed. Now. Where is it?”

“Upstairs. First room.”

I wasn’t interested in sightseeing when I got her inside the room. All I needed was a bed. I set Jessica on her feet and slipped her skirt off her legs. She stood before me in the creamy lingerie, the sheer stockings, the stilettoes.

“No waist chain?”

“I don’t wear it at school. Just for you.”

“Put it on now?” My voice throbbed low in my throat.

She strutted to her dresser, the curling ends of her long hair hitting her swaying butt. She lifted the fragile gold chain and looped it low on her hips. Her nipples popped through the see-through shelf-like cups, almost making an escape when she sauntered back to me.

“Let’s get you naked, baby.”

I held my breath as she undressed me item by item until I was naked. She was thorough, thumbing my nipples, pulling the hair on my chest, letting her tongue linger on my rippling abs.

Before she traveled any lower, she ordered, “Sit on the bed. Get comfy against the pillows.

I did as asked, pulling my knees open.

“I think I’ll start here.” JB crawled between my spread thighs and took one of my balls into her mouth.

“Jesus fucking Christ!” The curse exploded from my mouth.

She lazily lapped me, turning her head to take the other pouch inside with a deep, wet suck.

I gripped the pillows on either side of my head, in danger of tearing them apart.

My balls bounced with a wet slap against her chin when she released them. Her fingers curled around the base of my cock, and she slapped the hot meat against her full, sumptuous lips.

“You’ve got a beautiful cock, Hunter.”

Oh dear God!

“Gonna suck it so good now.”

She slid her lips up one side of my shaft then the other. I watched, out of my head horny. When her saliva mixed with my precome, she smacked her lips against the engorged purple head. She sucked on me, just to the rim and back.

“Is this what you wanted?” Jessica looked up with big innocent eyes. “Want to feel dirty with me?”

I held her face between my hands and drove up into her mouth.

After that first touch, I let her blow me how she wanted. My toes curled. My back bowed. I pulled the bottom sheet clear off the bed and struggled to hold back.

She came up for a breather with a smile, holding my cock in her hand. She stroked me, looking at the bulge of veins that stood in relief when she squeezed tighter.

“Can’t get you all the way inside, but maybe you’ll like this.” She flipped her hair forward and wrapped the silky strands around the base of my cock.

She went back to sucking and kissing my tip, stroking my length with her hair. The thought of the smell of my cock on her hair pulled a loud shout from me.

My balls drew up, turned hard, and almost traveled inside my body, my release was so imminent. But Jessica let go of me, blowing a hot soft stream of breath along my shaft.

“Fuck,” I growled. “Please. Need to come.”

She skimmed her teeth along the helmet of my cock, and gently bit down.

My head knocked back.

“My big tough man likes that?” She bit me again. “You like it a little rough?”

The pain was just enough to heighten my senses, the soft lips afterward mind-blowingly intense. “God, Jessica . . . what you do to me should be illegal.”

“Not just because you think I’m too young for you?”

“
Nooo
. Not with a tongue like that. ”

“That’s what I thought.”

She slurped me inside the wet haven of her mouth again, audibly glugging my cock. Her throat muscles tightened around me. I pulled free, holding my cock against her face, rubbing it all around until her skin shined.

“You want to come in my mouth?” She nipped my tender foreskin.

“Yeah,” came my guttural response.

“Will you be able to fuck me afterward?”

“At least twice.”
No doubt.

Circling her tongue inside my stretched tight foreskin and dipping it into my slit, jerking me from the base and juggling my balls in her other hand, she laughed when she felt me thicken.

Her tongue and touches and lusty laugh proved too much.

“Fuck! JB!” I blasted off to the gulping sounds of her swallowing drowned out only by the roar of blood in my ears.

“You recover fast.” She jacked me off in soft hands, bringing me quickly to full staff as soon as my muscles stopped seizing.

“I think that’s because of you.” My body continued to shudder with aftershocks.

She licked me one last time then kneeled beside me.

Her teddy had convenient snaps between her legs. I ripped them open, her hot, wet, swollen flesh sliding against my fingers.

“I want to fuck.” She straddled me like she did the red-hot Ducati, purposeful in her aim.

One hand steadily teasing up and down my shaft, she grabbed the condom I handed her. She ripped the package with her teeth and smiled shamelessly down at me. Crawling a little backward, Jessica tormented me by gyrating her hips midair while she slowly rolled the condom down my dick.

“Do it. Fuck my cock, sweetheart.”

I held onto the headboard, every muscle tight in my skin, when she slid down my shaft. One hand braced behind her, she arched. Her belly concave, her neck elongated, she rested finally against my base.

Jessica surrounded me in the sweetest, hottest, wettest, tightest heaven. Her body quivered, and she reached up to tug down the cups of her teddy, baring dark swollen nipples.

“If you don’t move soon, I will,” I grunted.

“Will you now?” She circled slowly, keeping me deep-seated inside.

My palms traveled up her thighs and settled on her waist. I lifted my head, watching her tiny movements that stirred my stiff cock inside her.

She smiled, her bottom lip caught between her teeth as she looked down at me. Her brown curls framed her face and tits, and her hips rolled and rose off me. She hurried to place me, shiny and wet, back inside, and I shouted when her fingers wrapped around the wide base of my shaft.

Leaning back with her hands braced on my legs, she fucked my cock at her leisure. Up and down slowly and then bouncing fast. She took me the way she wanted, exactly how she needed. I’d never experienced anything hotter.

My face tightened. Sweat broke out on my chest. I held her hips, slamming her onto me. Her pussy lips stretched tight, the pink nub of her clit crushed against my cock on each thrust, and she saturated my length.

She arched all the way back, shuddering from her tummy to her tits as she came. After her last convulsion, I withdrew. Hard as ever, my cock snapped against my stomach.

“Ready for more?” I asked.

“How much more?” she gasped.

“It’s only nine inches. Nothin’ to write home about.”

Jessica shivered again when I pulled her into a long kiss. Her mouth parted, her tongue swirled against mine. Our lips engaged, I pushed the sinful teddy off her shoulders to her hips where it lay bunched.

I broke our kiss, easing her down onto the bed. “Let’s get
you
naked.”

Grasping the fragile lace construction, I pulled it under her waist chain and off her legs. “I can’t believe you wear stuff like that to school, teach.”

She propped up on her elbows, her hair in her eyes, breasts full luscious globes, and her sleek cunt hidden between legs she pressed together. “Oh yeah? And I can’t believe Hunter
Sexton
.”

“Yeah.” I waggled my eyebrows. “My pornstar name.”

I pulled her to the side of the bed and maneuvered her into position. I had her sitting up, her legs spread open, her heels on the mattress, her pussy—pink and ready—right on the edge of the bed.

Ragged breaths jarred her tits. A flush covered her skin, making her freckles even more visible. Standing on the floor in front of her, I braced my fists beside her hips. I sent my cock home with one long thrust. I pulled all the way out with a hoarse shout as my thick cockhead pulsed at her opening.

I long-dicked Jessica just like that. The loud wet noise of her cunt accepting my length pushed me closer to release. My pelvis crushed against her every time I hit bottom inside her. Each time, I withdrew completely, dragged my cock up and down her cleft, then aimed for her tight cunt again, unerring as a missile.

And with every thrust, Jessica moaned my name, bucking against me.

It didn’t take long for the full in and out pace to drive me out of my mind. She wailed and grabbed me against her. I cupped her ass in both hands, unloading into the rubber, my hips kicking, my head spinning, my testicles tight knots against the base of my cock as pain and pleasure and the most seductive agony rocketed me out of my body and into hers.

Some time later, I curled around her. My forearms circled her belly as she lay with her back against my chest. The bottoms of her breasts tickled my skin, raising goose bumps on my arms, and her plump ass cushioned my groin.

“Jessica?” I whispered, kissing her shoulder.

She shook in my hold, making her breasts wobble and her ass wiggle.

“Are you laughing?” I asked. Her hair tickled my nose as she trembled in my arms, but I wasn’t about to break up this little spoon, big spoon thing we had going on.

“Little bit. It’s weird hearing you call me Jessica.”

“
Huh
. Well, I still call you JB when I dirty-talk to you in my head.”

“Oh.” She lifted her head, sliding her smooth cheek against my rougher one. “Is that why you shouted
JB
when I was blowing your cock?”

“Something like that.” I rubbed my stubbly chin against her shoulder. “Speaking of names, what I said to you at the school, about me . . . it’s true. You can’t talk about me. You can’t ever know the real me.”

“I’d already say I know the real you, Hunter whatever-last-name-you-want.” She spoke quietly, running her fingertips up and down my arms. “You take care of your people no matter who they are. You’re all rough and rumble on the outside and ready for a rough tumble in bed with me, but you took care of me first tonight, and not just my needs in bed. I can tell you’re a good father to Jack. So I know who you are.”

She peeked back, placing a kiss on my lips. “And I understand.”

She turned toward me, big dark solemn eyes at odds with the faint glimmer of a grin on her lips. “But you did promise me two more.”

“Two more?”

Her hand wound down my chest to my stomach and onto my cock. “Two more times tonight.”

“I did, didn’t I?” I pulled her hand off me and rolled her onto her back. I held her wrists beside her head and started moving down her body. “And I always make good on my word.”

****

Slipping out at dawn the next morning, I inspected my bike. No little fingerprints smudged the polished motorcycle, and there was no sign of the neighborhood hoodlums at this early hour. I made my escape, thinking I might drop back in around lunchtime with some food, see if JB wanted to go on a run this fine Saturday in November. We hadn’t formalized anything except for good hard fucking and verbal sparring, but . . . maybe a relationship wasn’t completely out of the question.

I cruised into my driveway all footloose and fancy-free. Cutting off the engine, I breathed deep of the clear, crisp autumn air.
Yessirree
, it was a fine, fine day.

Inside I dropped my keys on the table and hung up my jacket by the door. Three seconds later, I sensed something was wrong. I went for my weapon, but I hadn’t worn my Glock to Jessica’s.

Fuck.

I silently glided to the hall closet and unlocked my pump action shotgun from the case. I kept that one at the ready. Rounding the corner to my living room, I loaded the first shell with two loud clicks of the gun.

The man sat in the middle of the couch, legs crossed in front of him, a silver Smith & Wesson 686 revolver on his lap, pointed in my direction.

“We got problems, Ghost.”

Chapter Seven

I’D IGNORED ALL THE warning signs, but Walker pulling a B&E at my house meant only one thing. Shit was getting all too real and far too close.

We’d worked together on and off for three years, close as a couple could get over cases no one else would touch. He was the blustery, in your face, all-about-the-game guy, I was the stealth weapon no one ever expected. We’d shared squats, gotten drunk, gotten shot at together . . . all as part of the job. We had a healthy professional respect for each other, but real-time friends we were not. Tampa Bay had been our last mission, me on the frontlines, down deep and dirty, he the one man I’d had to rely on for the sake of my life.