The Hunted (2 page)

He shook his head, a bemused expression on his face, as if he was still trying to comprehend how it had happened so quickly.  He ran his hands through his hair and I took advantage of my hands being released by pushing off my pumps and pulling down my jeans and panties.  I sat up on the bed and dropped them on to the floor.

“Why Mr Hunter, I do believe that you are seriously over dressed for the occasion,” I said, cocking an eyebrow.

He rolled over onto his back and held up his hands, smirking.  “Please don’t destroy any more of my clothing.  I will allow you to remove whatever you wish.”

I giggled and slid a leg over him so that I was sat astride him.  He raised an eyebrow suggestively and rocked his hips.  I laughed before leaning forward with the intention of removing his shirt.  As my breasts swung out, he leaned up and took my nipple into his mouth, sucking greedily.  I sighed with pleasure as I pushed his shirt off his shoulders.  He held up his hands and I tugged the sleeves down and off each hand.  I sat back up, breaking the contact of his mouth.  He pouted so I bent my head and licked his full, soft lips.  He closed his eyes and groaned softly.

I shuffled backward so that I could unfasten his jeans.  He grabbed my hands suddenly and I prepared for another battle of wills.  “Issy, do you have any condoms?”

Oh god! 

“No, I don’t.  I am in the middle of a man ban so I haven’t replenished my supplies.  I am however still taking the pill but if you want to be sure …”

“I think it is a little late for that.  Can we just trust each other that we have kept ourselves clean?”

“I know I have.”

“I haven’t had sex since I was last checked so I know I have,” he said with sincerity.

“Thank god for that then because I think I might just die an agonizing death if I don’t feel you inside me soon.”

“What are you waiting for, Miss Prince?”

My hands quickly fumbled with his button and fly and he arched his back, lifting me up in the air so that I could tug them down his long, muscular legs.  My eyes widened when his manhood sprang free.  It was majestic as it lay there against his belly, waiting.  He kicked off his loafers and I removed his pants and boxer briefs.  Then I sat between his legs, near his feet and allowed my gaze to take in every delicious part of his body.  “Oh my, every part of you is beautiful but then I knew it would be.”

“Oh you did, did you?” he said, tilting his head to one side. 

“Oh yes, I saw you naked in my dreams and you are exactly as I dreamt you.  Exactly as I hoped you would be.”

He sat up and reached for me.  His eyes were jet black, full of longing and I felt almost proud to have provoked that response from him. 
This beautiful, sexy man wants me.  He is here in my bed - no longer confined to my dreams.

I tumbled into his arms and his lips found mine.  We kissed tenderly for a moment; his hands framed my face, holding me gently.  I pushed my fingers into his hair wondering how his ‘just fucked’ style would look when he had, in fact, just fucked.  The thought made my insides quiver.  It spurred me to deepen the kiss and I grabbed his hair to hold him there and ensure that our kiss didn’t end. 

We broke away after a few minutes, maintaining contact with our foreheads, both panting for breath.  I slid off him to lie next to him then reached down for him but I maintained eye contact.  I grasped him firmly and he hissed, closing his eyes.  Triumph and desire coursed through my body.  I stroked him gently and his eyes opened again, locked on to mine.  He rocked his hips rhythmically as I squeezed gently and stroked the length of him. 

Inexplicably, I felt the need to surprise him, just like my sudden orgasm had taken me unawares. I quickly slid down the bed and took him in my mouth.  “Jesus Issy!” he cursed and I turned my head to look at his face, without releasing him.  He was staring down with his mouth gaping wide. 
Yes! That sure surprised him!
  I watched his face as I flicked my tongue around his impressive crown and was thrilled when he threw his head back and moaned loudly.  I pushed down and then slid back up, grazing him with my teeth.  “Ahhh,” he panted.  I cupped and gently squeezed his balls as I took him to the back of my throat, as far as I dared. 

His hands were suddenly in my hair and he hissed, “I am going to fuck that delectable mouth of yours,” before he rocked his hips up and down.

I hollowed my cheeks and sucked greedily, as he thrust into my mouth.  I increased the speed and pressure of my sudden assault and he began a constant steam of expletives and compliments, telling me exactly how it felt.  I felt his legs stiffen and his hands tighten their grip on my hair.  “Fuck, Issy.  I am going to come.”

I sucked harder than ever and looked up as he lifted his head up of the bed and looked me straight in the eye before he came in my mouth.  I struggled to swallow it all.  It kept coming in waves and I made sure that I licked him clean, before kissing his balls and resting my head on his stomach.  I listened to his ragged breaths and thundering heartbeat slowly return to normal as he tenderly stroked my hair.

“My turn,” he growled suddenly and, as I sat up in surprise, he grabbed me and pulled me up the bed.  He kissed me firmly on the mouth before rolling me over on to my back.  He looked down in to my eyes and I saw his expression change to a predatory one. 

Oh lordy!  Lucas Hunter - the Hunter.  And I am his prey! 

He trailed kisses from my throat, down my sternum, on to my stomach - stopping to push his tongue into my belly button. 
Hot! Hot! Hot!
  Down, down, down went the kisses until he was between my thighs and the kisses became interspersed with licks and gentle nips.  Then he sucked on my clitoris, gently at first but then …
Arghhhh!
I moaned out loud and ground my hips, trying to push myself further into his face.  He slid two fingers inside me and began to stroke them in gentle circles as he continued his oral assault on my clitoris.  I began to writhe uncontrollably and he gripped my thigh with his hand, pinning me to the bed.  It was more than I could bear and I felt myself building quickly as he began to fuck me with his fingers whilst his tongue flicked and licked. 
Man, if you don’t get this treatment in heaven, then it ain’t heaven!

I climaxed with amazing ferocity, my hips lifting off the bed, despite the pressure he was exerting on my thigh.  Just when the shockwaves were subsiding, he circled those fingers again then plunged his tongue inside me.  The effect was instantaneous and I came again, gentle waves of ecstasy rolling through me as he licked and sucked, groaning in pleasure.

When I opened my eyes, he was back at my side, staring at me with those wide eyes of wonder.  “You are something else, Issy Prince.  Do you know that?”

I smiled, suddenly feeling shy.  “All thanks to you, Mr Hunter,” I purred.

He lay back, wrapped his arms around me and pulled me against him, my head resting on his chest.  He stroked my hair tenderly and kissed my temple. 

“I never thought that I would say this,” he said eventually, “But I don’t think that I even need to be inside you now.  This has been incredible.”

I ran my fingernails gently over his taught abdominals as I thought about his admission. 
Hmmmm well, I still need you inside me!  If it is even half as good as I dreamt it would be … no, you’re going nowhere until I’m done with you!

I lifted my head and kissed him on the tip of his nose.  I glanced down and saw that he was still semi hard.  I rolled on top of him and announced.  “Well, Mr Hunter.  Whether you decide to fully participate in this is up to you but I have a feeling that I will be just fine by myself.”

His eyes grew huge as the realization of what I was going to do, dawned on him. 

I lifted myself up, grabbed him and I was about to impale myself on him victoriously when I remembered his size. 
Uh oh!  Perhaps not!
  Instead, I slowly moved back down, taking his crown and, closing my eyes as I moaned and marveled at the tightness, I was glad that I had reconsidered.  I slowly sank down, taking him inch by glorious inch until he filled me - completely.

I looked up at met his gaze.  He was staring at me in awe - his jaw having dropped open - again.  I laughed before throwing my head back and starting to rock my hips.  His hands slid onto my thighs caressing me gently, then, as I built up my rhythm, he took my hands and supported me as I leaned back making sure that he was hitting the right place - every time.  His hips began to rock in time with mine and, as I increased my rhythm, he matched me instantly. 

I felt the familiar sensations begin to build inside me and it was almost unbearable.  I moaned both at the immense pleasure I felt and at the overwhelming pressure that was contained within me. 

“Let me feel you come around me, Issy.  I need to feel you come, now.” It was a command, not a request but the tension was evident in his voice as he thrust himself into me.  And, as I gripped him, an orgasm more powerful than any I had experienced before, ripped through my body, tearing my mind to shreds as I called out his name.  I felt him grip my behind and pump hard into me twice before he found his desperate release, shouting through gritted teeth, “Oh god, Issy.  Oh, fuck, fuck, FUCK! ”. 

I flopped down onto his chest, leaving him inside me, as my chest heaved and burned as I dragged down much needed air.  Once again, his hand began to stroke my hair and, as my breathing returned to normal, I fell asleep right there, on his chest. My last thought was of how his hair didn’t look any different whether he was fucked or unfucked … but his just fucked body, all flushed with desire and slick with sweat now that had been worth seeing.

When I awoke some time later, I groaned as I felt his arm slung across my midriff.  I always slept alone; I had never allowed a man to stay over.  Memories of recent events slowly returned and I squirmed which made me need to pee.  I slipped out from underneath his arm and padded out of my room.  When I returned, my alarm clock showed that it was 4:30am.  I sat on the edge of the bed, faced with the uncomfortable decision of what to do about him sleeping in my bed. 

I didn’t do the morning after thing.  I had tried but I found it too awkward.  And with good reason.  Once, this guy had shot out of the door, claiming that his wife would nail his balls to the wall if he wasn‘t home before she woke. Man, that was a wake up call! Others didn’t seem to want to leave at all.  Some, to my horror, would attempt to talk me into seeing them again - despite the fact that I had made it clear that it would be a one night only deal.

I’m just going to have to wake him and tell him that it’s time for him to go. 
As I turned to face his sleeping body, his arm shot out and pulled me down on top of him.  I tried to resist but his skilled mouth was just irresistible and I found myself surrendering.  The kiss deepened further and he began to run his fingertips up and down my spine.  My body responded quickly; my nipples hardened and pushed into his chest.  I felt his heart rate escalate in response.  His hands went to my hair, twisting it around his fingers as his kiss became still more fervored and he groaned into my mouth.

I felt the arousal spread through my belly and down between my legs.  He lifted his hips, and I could feel how aroused he was too.

I must not do this.  I need to ask him to leave!

I broke the kiss and looked down at his face, preparing myself to ask him to leave.  Desire was evident in every inch of his face but the eyes … those midnight blue eyes looked into mine, silently questioning.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered.  “I know it’s early but you’re going to have to go.  I don’t allow men to sleep over.”

“Sleep over? You make it sound like we are ten or something.”

“After what we did last night, I don’t think so,” I giggled.

He raised an eyebrow. “Don’t you like sex in the morning?” he said, rolling his hips suggestively.

“I can’t remember, it’s been so long but I know that I don’t like awkward goodbyes in the morning.”

“Why are they awkward?”

“They just are,” I shrugged.  “I prefer to say goodnight and get a nice, uncomplicated night’s sleep.”