I reach behind me to undo my bra and let it fall so he can touch my aching breasts and he obliges with a low groan of appreciation, cupping them, sucking, licking. He kisses all around the outer curves and it’s torturous and erotic.
I rub my pussy over his cock, our jeans a barrier between us. I want to touch him. Taste him.
I slide off him and down to my knees on the floor between his spread thighs, my fingers going eagerly to his jeans to open them. Just as quickly, he whips his shirt off over his head and then lifts his hips to help me pull his jeans and boxers down.
“Kate…Christ…”
I take him in my hands and hold him, admiring the crown and the fullness of his balls. I bend my head to gently kiss the tip. Thick, liquid desire swirls inside me.
Another groan rumbles in his chest and his fingers slide into my hair, firm but so gentle. My mouth longs for him and I swirl my tongue around the head, tracing the ridge, going lower to get him nice and wet. Then I open my mouth on him and slide my lips down to meet the edge of my hand.
He tastes clean and male. The scent of his skin is musky and the feel of him inside my mouth, alive and virile, turns me on almost to the point of pain. I squeeze my thighs together.
“Fuck that’s good…”
I slide my lips and my hand up and down, lick around him, suck harder.
“Touch my balls,” he begs in a low voice. “Oh yeah…like that.”
I curl my fingers around him and gently squeeze, caress him with my fingertips, then lift my mouth off his shaft and sink lower to lick the tender skin of his sac. Daringly, I suck one testicle into my mouth, then the other.
His hips are lifting, his hands tightening in my hair, and he makes tortured noises that I think are pleasure. I nip at his inner thigh, kiss his groin, then suck on him again until he starts thrusting up into my mouth.
He stops. “Jesus,” he gasps. “Come here. Want to fuck you.”
I’m eager for that too. I scramble back onto the couch to straddle him, but he takes hold of my waist, stands and lifts me like I’m a bag of potatoes. He sets me on my knees on the couch, facing the wall. Ohhhhh…
I lean on the back of the sofa as he slides a hand between my thighs and encounters wetness. “Oh yeah. There we go…so fucking wet.”
I suck on my bottom lip and close my eyes as he plays there, pushing my legs wider, lifting my hips so my back is arched. As I hear rustling noises, I peek over my shoulder to see him rolling on a condom, and then he’s pushing at my entrance. He takes his time, inching in and out until he’s fully seated, his groin against my ass.
“So tight.” He grips my hips. “So wet.”
I rest my head on the couch. “Fuck me.” That liquid desire is converging in an unrelenting ache between my legs.
“Oh yeah.” He slides out in a delicious pull. “Look at this ass. Jesus, Kate. You’re fucking perfect.” His hands cup my cheeks and squeezes, and I tighten around him, earning another rough noise. “Perfect.” Then he grasps my waist and slams into me.
I cry out. I grip the couch as he bangs me with fast hard strokes, air propelled out of my lungs as he penetrates so deeply I can’t breathe. I push up and twist to look at him. His face is carved, but his mouth is soft and sensual. He’s watching his cock slide in and out of me but lifts his gaze to my face as I turn. He reaches up to cup my cheek, his thumb brushing my mouth, and I open and suck it in. His eyes blaze.
I release him and lower my head again. He trails his fingers between my ass cheeks in a shockingly forbidden move that thrills me to my core. I gasp and quiver, pushing my ass back against him faster and faster.
“Yeah,” he growls. “I like that…fuck me back.”
I need to come. I reach between my legs to find my clit and rub in a tight circle over it.
“Fuck yeah. Come, baby. Do that…I’m close…”
“Me too. God, Hunter, your cock…this is so deep. I’m there…”
The spiraling sweetness builds and builds, higher and tighter. As he pounds into me, sensation there blends with the tingle from my clit, twisting together up to a peak of almost unbearable beauty. I come apart, shuddering, wailing, my arms and legs quivering.
And Hunter comes too, pressing deep inside me, holding my hips and shouting.
I rest my head on my arms, trying to breathe, my heart slamming against my ribs. Hunter pulses inside me, my pussy still spasming. I’m going to collapse onto the couch, and as if he knows that, Hunter slowly pulls out, holding the condom.
He lifts me and sits me on the couch. My arms are lax as I sprawl back.
“Beautiful.” He touches my mouth with a fingertip. “Be right back.”
He walks into my bathroom and I’m not too far gone to watch his back view because holy hell it is delicious. He’s got a hockey ass and it is exceptional. Also his thighs…they’re like redwoods.
I look down at my own thighs. They’re strong, but not as muscular as they used to be, even though I still work out and skate. At one time in my life, I bemoaned their thickness, but hockey was more important than thin thighs, so I got over that.
I reach for the soft throw folded over one corner of the couch and pull it over me.
Hunter returns wearing nothing but a smile. His cock has softened but is still hefty. He sits next to me, pulling me close, adjusting the blanket to cover us both. We snuggle there for a while. I drift off, not really sleeping, but I lose track of time until Hunter moves.
“Hey,” he says softly. “You want to go to bed?”
“Sorry.”
“No, no. I’m just asking.”
“Will you come with me?”
“If you want.”
“Yes.”
He wraps the blanket around me and guides me to my bedroom. I pause as he pulls the covers back, then drop the throw and slip between them. He follows me, spooning me, my ass pressed to his groin, his hand on one breast.
“Naked cuddles are the best cuddles,” I murmur.
He gives a low laugh. “Definitely.”
“You’re hard again.”
“Yeah.”
I smile. “It’s all sweet and innocent until someone gets a boner.”
He chokes on a laugh. “Guilty.”
“I’m not sleepy anymore.”
“Okay, then.” He sounds amused.
“Do you have another condom? Because I have some if you don’t.”
“I do.”
“Yay.”
16
Hunter
When Kate invited me to come to Chicago with her, I was surprised but glad. We’ve been spending so much time together and I was going to miss her. Meeting her father and her brother…is a step. But we’ve taken a lot of steps together lately, so it’s just one more.
Also, not that she’d admit it, but she’s freaking out about meeting her dad’s girlfriend. I think she wants me there for the support. And I’m happy to support Kate. She’s always the one looking out for everyone else. If she wants to lean on me a bit, or even a lot, I’m there for her.
We arrive at the Bridges’ home in Bucktown late Friday afternoon. Kate lets us in, but the house is empty and quiet. She rolls her eyes. “I guess Dad’s still at work.”