“Talk until sunrise if you want to. No one gets through that door until I say they do.”
“Mm. It must be nice to have your power,” I tease.
“It is,” he says with a roguish smile.
I smile back, working my fingers through his hair as he shifts his attention to my breasts. A sigh of pleasure escapes me as that wonderful mouth of his moves across my sensitive skin, eliciting a collection of thrilling sensations I’ve never experienced before.
I’ve explored my own body a bit, but I’ve never even been tempted to let anyone else touch me.
Well, not since that night Hunter was in my bedroom, but I knew I wasn’t ready for it then.
I’m not sure I’m ready now, either, but I’m not sure I could ever feel ready for this. I’m excited for it now, even if I know it’s a little—a lot—reckless.
He’s not even my boyfriend. It seems unfathomable that I should let someone who isn’t even my boyfriend be my first, but… it’s Hunter, and that trumps boyfriend.
His mouth closes around my nipple and I gasp, a shock of pleasure shooting right through me. Hunter’s grip on my waist tightens. He keeps me close when I’m tempted to squirm away.
“Do you have a condom?” I ask abruptly.
His tongue flicks over my nipple, sending another lightning bolt through my body. He looks up at me, only unlatching his mouth long enough to say, “Sure do,” then his mouth is on me again, melting what’s left of my sane, rational brain.
I never knew boobs could elicit such pleasure. It’s probably more intense because it’s Hunter. I open my eyes and look down to remind myself it’s really him, he’s really here, and this is really happening.
His mouth moves lower. He kisses his way down to my belly button. I’m still wearing jeans, so he starts to unbutton them.
As much as I want him, a thrill of fear shoots through me. That reluctance reemerges without his mouth on mine. A little voice in the back of my head whispers that there’s something off, something not quite right. That maybe I should stick to my first feeling that this isn’t the time or place for this.
“Wait,” I say again, reaching for his hands and pushing them away. He got me unbuttoned, but the panic set in again when he reached the zipper. I break away, knowing I need to get some distance from him so I can think straight.
Unfortunately, he knows that, too.
“No,” he says, grabbing me and pulling me back against him.
There’s nowhere to run, anyway. The bedroom isn’t that small, but Hunter has me cornered by the bed and the wall. Now he pulls me back against his hard body. My eyes close as he slides his hand down my stomach and goes for the zipper again.
“You’re not running from this,” he tells me, almost absently kissing the shell of my ear as he tugs down my zipper. “I’ve been waiting for this and so have you.”
“I have not,” I deny, even though I’m not confident in the words as they leave my lips.
“No? Why haven’t you fucked anyone else, then?”
Looking back at him with the driest expression I can muster, I tell him, “Because you told all the guys not to fuck me.”
He rolls his eyes but doesn’t deny it. “That’s not why. Don’t try to pretend you don’t feel it between us, Riley. You feel it, just like I do. There’s something here, something… unbreakable. A pull neither one of us can resist, no matter how much we think we should.”
My heart skips a beat. As he says those words, he grabs my jaw and tilts my head back so it’s resting on his shoulder. His lips find my neck and my ability to reason takes a critical hit.
Then his hand slides down the open front of my jeans. Cupping my pussy in his hand, he says, “This is mine. I was always meant to take it first. It doesn’t matter when or where it happens, Riley, it only matters that it’s you and me.”
Damn it all, he’s right. Or maybe he’s wrong, but he’s so persuasive, I’m having trouble keeping my thoughts straight.
Then he pushes a finger into me and the last vestiges of my resistance melt away. I gasp as he strokes me, my nerves so sensitive that just the caress of his finger about sends me through the ceiling.
“Hunter,” I say on a gasp, sinking back against him.
“Yes, Riley?” he purrs in my ear, teasing my clit with his fingertip.
“Oh, God,” I groan, gasping again.
“Your pussy feels so good,” he murmurs, kissing the side of my neck. “Like silk. It’ll feel so good around my dick.”
Somewhere in the recesses of my mind, my bullied, isolated, exiled common sense screams something about a condom.
The common sense gets lost, drowned out by a thrilling wave of pleasure as Hunter fingers me. I can’t believe how good it feels. It’s never felt this good when I touched myself. I’ve never been wound up so tightly, so quickly.
“Hunter,” I moan again, leaning back against him. It sounds like a plea or a complaint. It’s both. His finger feels so good, but I want more. I want all of him.
He kisses my neck. “You want more?”
I’m so glad he can read my mind tonight. I can’t say anything of substance or think my way through an open door. Another sharp jolt of pleasure shoots through me as he teases me. I want to come, but…
My stomach twists and turns, a line of tension running tight through my entire body as he toys with me. I can feel it everywhere. It makes my legs shake. I don’t know how much longer I can stand upright with him touching me like this.
“You want me to fuck you, Riley?”
His words send another sharp jolt through my already overstimulated body. I close my eyes, rocking against his hand. His finger slides a little deeper, he rubs a little harder.
My heart pounds. I need something to hold onto, so I reach back and grab onto his neck. I pull his face closer and he kisses my neck more hungrily, the intensity of his kiss ratcheting up as he fingers me faster.
“Oh God,” I cry breathlessly, taking short, shallow breaths as my legs tremble beneath me. “Hunter…”
“You’re not saying no.” He punctuates his observation by lightly biting my neck, then kissing the spot he just bit. “Can I fuck you, Riley?”
I can’t hold on anymore. Throwing my head back and arching against him, I cry out, grinding against his hand and riding the wave of release.
I feel weak in the aftermath. Hunter pulls his hand out of my pants and locks his arms around me. Shudders are still wracking my body when his warm, amused voice hits my ears.
“I’m gonna take your silence as a yes.”
A memory hits me—a treasured one I’ve thought a lot about over the years. That day we were alone in his bedroom for the first time.
Hunter always made me think about doing things I never thought about doing before, even back then.
He’s a temptation I don’t really want to resist.
I want to play it out, though, so even though I know my answer is yes, I answer back, “That’s a dangerous precedent.”
I can hear the smirk in his voice as he presses another soft kiss against my neck. “Tell me no, then.”
I can’t tell him no.
I don’t want to.
My insides feel all warm and fuzzy.