Fourteen
Skye
“Put me down!” I shrieked, swallowing down my laugh as he entered the clubhouse and waded past a few familiar faces sprawled on the couch. I waved helplessly at Faden. “Help!”
“Give it to her good, Sav,” he said instead, laughing heartily.
Bastard.
Hunter hurried down the hallway, grumbling, “You’ve been teasing me all fucking day, Skye.”
“I have not!” I denied.
We entered our room, and he threw me down on the bed and slid out of his jacket and shirt. Heart beating wildly, I held a breath as I went still, stunned speechless at his muscled body. Fuck, he was jacked, and in the most natural kind of way. His latest unfinished tattoo stretched across his chest, ending just below his collarbone. His hair fell over his forehead as he stared solemnly at me, not amused in the slightest.
In just his jeans, he crawled into the bed after me, and his body swallowed mine as he dropped his head and gave me the most spine-tingling half-kiss. His tongue brushed mine and he groaned, pulling back to look at me. “I want to split you down the middle, you make me so fucking hard.”
Grinning, I kissed him lightly as his hands came down over me, gripping me everywhere. He swallowed my breast in the palm of his head, and buried his face in my neck, sliding his teeth along my skin. I moaned, hypersensitive. “I just gotta shower, Hunt…”
“What for?”
I squirmed as he sucked at my throat now. “So I’m clean for you.”
“I love you like this.”
“Smelling like the pub?”
“You smell like my bed, my clothes, even your hair smells like mine…”
When he was over me like this, his warmth invading every inch of my body, I found it impossible not to surrender. Need flooded through me as I squirmed again. “Hunt…”
He undid my bra and slid it down my arms, discarding it like it was fire. Then he stilled to stare at my breasts. His eyes were heavy, and he looked like he wanted to taste them, but then his lips pulled up into a wicked smirk as he glanced briefly at me, reading my emotions. My breasts felt heavy with desire, with forgotten attention. I knew he did this to drive me wild. Make me more pent up, because Hunter never worked me up. He never waited until I was ready for his giant cock. He just took with a greediness that did wicked things to my body.
I fucking loved when he took.
I loved how desperate he was.
It was positively animalistic, and I wouldn’t know until much later how raw I needed fucking to be. How sex only served a purpose to me when it was unbridled and dirty.
Like I weighed nothing, he flipped me over so I was on my belly. He flipped my skirt up and grabbed at my ass, kneading them with a heavy groan. Then he slid my underwear off.
“Even your panties smell like me,” he murmured. “I’m going to jack off into your sexiest pair tonight, and then I’m going to make you wear them all day tomorrow, you understand?”
My core throbbed as I groaned, “I understand.”
He slid his jeans down, shuffling closer until his length was brushing against my entrance. “Fuck, that would be so hot, Skye. To look at you strutting around, your pussy coated in my come.”
With my face pressed against the mattress, I took a deep breath, shutting my eyes because I knew when it happened, it was going to be unexpected. He was going to tear me apart and I was going to welcome every inch of him.
He kissed the back of my head sweetly, whispering, “Can I fuck you, Skye?”
I rolled my eyes. “What do you think?”
“I need to hear it.”
“Why?”
“Just do.”