Body Rush (32 page)

Warm, gentle fingers coasted over her hip, bringing her awake in an instant. As her eyelashes fluttered open, her gaze collided with Hunter’s. “Did I fall asleep?”

He lay propped up on his elbow on his side, staring down at her. His sensual grin melted her bones. “Yep. I wore you out.”

No kidding. She’d never felt so sated her entire life. “What time is it?”

His hand continued sliding over her skin beneath the black throw blanket. He’d covered them and she hadn’t even been aware of it. “You’ve only been out about an hour. It’s midnight.”

She started to get up, but he only held her down with his palm against her stomach. “Going somewhere, sweetness?”

“I should probably get moving. I do need to clean the kitchen before my morning waitress gets there. And I’d like to go home and get a shower beforehand.”

Hunter shook his head. “No. I’m not letting you go just yet. We still have plenty of time.”

He pressed his body against her side, letting her feel the hard length of his cock. “My lord, don’t you ever get tired?”

He chuckled. “I’ve had an hour to recover, baby. More than enough time.”

“I don’t know if I can take more.” He cupped her pussy. As if he’d flipped a switch, her clit swelled and throbbed. “Okay, so maybe I can.”

He leaned down and kissed her. “I promised you wouldn’t have to show your cute ass on the camcorder.”

Her temperature spiked at the mention of the video she’d allowed him to take of her. “Yes, and I appreciate that.”

“But the camera is off, baby, and I’ve been dying to play with that particular part of your anatomy.”

“What are you asking?”

“Will you get up on all fours for me, sweetness?”

“So you can do what?”

“Pet. Spank. Fuck.”

“Hunter.” His name was a breathless plea on her lips.

“I’ve been very good, Jeanette,” he coaxed. “Give me my pretty treat.”

Her blood raced, her body wild with anticipation. Dare she? Taking a deep breath, Jeanette obeyed his sensual command. “Like this?” she asked, as she got up on all fours next to Hunter.

“Perfect,” he growled. Moving behind her, now on his knees, Hunter stroked the seam between her buttocks. “You’re so perfect. This ass has had me practically salivating. Did you know that?”

“N-no.” Her voice shook with both trepidation and excitment. She’d never been comfortable with the size of her backside. She’d always felt so out of proportion. One boyfriend had even prompted her to go on a diet, stating she’d be prettier if she’d only lose a few pounds.

“I’ve never obsessed over one particular body part before you.” He smoothed both hands over her hips and growled, “I hate that other men are thinking the same dirty thoughts as me when they watch you walk. It makes me want to fuck you here, to mark you as mine.”

She turned her head to look at him. “Men don’t look at me like that, Hunter.”

He kissed her nose and smiled. “Yes, they do,” he whispered as his palm massaged little circles over her flesh. “And I’ve wanted to pound them for staring, but I didn’t have the right then.”

Without realizing, Jeanette had parted her legs, giving him better access to places no man had ever touched. “And now?”

“And now things are different, sweetness,” he simply stated.

His finger drifted back and forth over her puckered opening. A moan erupted from deep within Jeanette. Though she’d never had a man in such a forbidden way, the thought of Hunter there didn’t scare her. In fact, her pussy creamed just thinking about Hunter’s cock pushing inside her, claiming her as he’d said.

He leaned over her and kissed the base of her spine. “Would you like me to fill this little ass, baby?”

“Hunter, please…I don’t know.”

“Yes, you do,” he urged as his finger penetrated her. A mere inch, but it was enough to cause her to clench in fear.

“Easy, little love, let me in.”

Jeanette forced herself to relax. When she did Hunter buried his finger deep inside her anus. She shuddered and pushed against him. The single digit moved in and out, fucking her with slow, careful precision.

As Jeanette started to think she could take no more of his teasing, one of Hunter’s big, warm hands connected with her upraised bottom. The erotic sting tore a scream from her lips.

He quickly soothed the area he’d swatted with a kiss. “Do I stop?”

Jeanette couldn’t think past the pleasurable haze covering her mind. When Hunter pulled his finger all the way out she whimpered. “Please,” she managed around the pounding in her head.

“Please, what? Please continue?”

“Yes!”

“Fuck, you’re a delight. Such a sweet delight.”

His finger slipped inside her once again, while the fingers of his other hand caressed her clit. Jeanette writhed and moved in time to his strokes. When she squeezed her bottom, Hunter growled.

“Such sweet torture. I’m going to love fucking this cute little butt.”

His finger penetrated deeper, the fingers torturing her little nubbin suddenly disappearing. The only warning she got was the rush of air before his hand came down harder than before on her ass. He swatted one cheek, then the other, his finger moving in and out, pumping faster. Her skin burned, her body alive with sensation. Every heated touch took her higher. Three more swats, then he began massaging the ache he’d created.

“Two fingers now, sweetness. I need to prepare this virgin ass for my dick.”

As a second finger joined the first, barriers dropped away. Jeanette went wild. She gyrated against Hunter, begging him and aching for everything he had to give.

“Play with your clit, baby. Take the edge off.”

Jeanette reached down and took her clit between her finger and thumb, pumping and driving herself mad. Suddenly Hunter cursed and leaned down, then bit her hip.

Jeanette’s climax came from somewhere deep inside. She screamed hard and loud, her back arching as her body flew apart. Everything she thought she knew about sexual pleasure seemed to pale in the wake of what she’d just experienced.

Hunter’s rough voice just barely broke through the quagmire of her mind. “I want this ass,” he hissed, then he moved his fingers out of her and cupped her dripping mound. “Look at me, little love.”

She tured her head, already limp and sweating from her orgasm. When she saw the intensity, the insane yearning etched into Hunter’s not-so-perfect features, her body went from sated to hungry in a heartbeat.

As she watched, Hunter squirted lubricant over his sheathed cock. She hadn’t even been aware he’d grabbed a condom, much less lube. When the heavy weight of his erection entered her bottom, inner muscles clenched. Fear had her attempting to close her legs, panicked and scared.

“Hunter,” she cried out, her body tensing further.

He pulled out instantly and caressed her buttocks. “Shh, it’s okay. There’s no rush, sweetness.”

Jeanette relaxed, relieved by the soothing tone. Hunter appeared as if he had all the time in the world. He kissed her shoulder and she rocked against him. His tongue flicked over a sensitive spot behind her ear and her panic disappeared.

10

H
unter stared down at Jeanette on all fours in the center of the rumpled bed. The low lighting turned her alabaster skin into a creamy latte. Her luscious body and plump bottom were mere inches away from his eager fingers and cock. The sight had him nearly whimpering like a greedy pup.

“You’re a feast for my starving libido, Jeanette.”

She turned her head to speak, flipping her long hair, the color of milk chocolate, over one shoulder.

“You’ve been with other women, Hunter,” she said, her voice small and unsure. “Probably a lot of them more exciting and prettier.”

“I don’t deny I’ve been with other women, but none could compare to you,” he told her as candidly as he knew how. “All I want is you. All I need is this.” And then he touched the soft curve of her ass. The sleek skin, softer than any silk he’d touched. “So round and firm and kissable,” he murmured.
And so far away from my mouth.

On his knees between her legs, Hunter leaned down and licked one smooth cheek. The startled sound Jeanette emitted urged him on. Already Hunter recognized her sounds. The needy little whimpers and anxious groans were for his ears alone.

He touched the cleft of her ass and stroked her intimately. “Only desire at my hands, never pain, sweetness.”

She didn’t speak, but her body told him all that he needed. She trusted him. It was the type of confidence he hadn’t expected from a woman he’d met only hours ago, but he treasured it nonetheless.

Hunter caressed Jeanette’s collarbone and shoulders, then moved to massage her long, elegant neck. Damn, so delicate and vulnerable. His teeth ached to nibble on the velvety-soft skin.

As he skated his palms down her arms to her wrists, he could feel the wild pulse beating there. “You’re excited, aren’t you, baby?”

“Y-yes.”

“And a little scared?”

“A little.”

Hunter tsked. “Sweet baby. No fear with me, remember?”

She nodded and Hunter traveled his fingers down her back, taking care to massage each vertebra until he felt the stiffness leave her body altogether. With Jeanette relaxed finally, he leaned down to place small kisses to the base of her spine and over her upraised ass.

He then smoothed his fingertips over her lower back, and growled, “Does this feel good?”

“Mmm, don’t make me talk right now.” She dropped her head to the comforter and moaned, “Oh my, that feels so incredible. You are one talented man, Hunter.”

He smiled, cocky and turned on all at once.

He let his fingers drift over the small indentations above her bottom before saying, “You are being such a good little girl, sweetness.”

Mindful of her fears, Hunter squirted more lube onto his fingers, then slid them between her ass cheeks. He stroked the tight, pink pucker over and over again, making certain she would experience nothing but raw pleasure when he entered her.

“You’re going to kill me when I get my dick in here, baby.” The need to fill her with his cock began to ride him hard. “It’s going to be so fucking warm and tight.”

“Oh God, Hunter.”

His body was on fire and his dick was aching for release. He couldn’t wait another second. Gently, he separated the round globes of her backside and touched the head of his cock to her entrance. He slipped inside, barely breaching her entrance. It was such sweet torture to hold back from thrusting deep. Fucking her hard and fast, the way his body so desperately craved.

“Hunter,” she cried out.

Her quivery voice, so full of heat, nearly pushed him beyond reason. She thrust backward, as if eager for more. Hunter gave her another inch, pushing past the tight ring of muscles protecting the most secret part of her body.

“Christ, baby,” he groaned. “You feel so damn good.”

Another inch more and Jeanette went wild beneath him, thrusting her hips backward, taking control of their lovemaking in such a way that both surprised and pleased him. Her body bowed and Hunter had to clutch her hips to keep from sliding in too far too fast.

“Gently, little love,” he commanded in a tone that brooked no argument. He refused to hurt her—despite the way his primal instincts kept battering at him to fill her completely.

Holding her firmly by the hips to keep her body still for his slow invasion, Hunter heard Jeanette let loose a needy little plea. The yearning, delicate sound turned his heart to mush. He gave her another heated inch of hard flesh, unable to deny either of them in that moment. In the same instant, he took his right hand from her hip and toyed with the tender little bundle of nerves of her clitoris. He flicked and pinched. Without warning Jeanette moaned and pushed against him as her orgasm took her.

“Now,” he snarled. “Do you want all of me inside this pretty little ass?”

“Yes, damn it!”

A rumbling growl escaped him at her feral response. He buried his cock deep, and inner muscles clamped around him, holding him in a grip so exquisite any move at all would set him off. Jeanette’s body went rigid, her ass clenching tighter. Hunter bit back a curse. Her body’s clutch took him to another level of pleasure, where pleasure mingled with pain. Raw and untamed.

“Ease up, little love,” he managed in a tortured voice.

“I-I can’t,” she cried.

Her hands were above her head, clutching fistfuls of the red blanket. He stroked her sweat-soaked hair away from her face, then covered her body with his own much larger frame, folding himself around her protectively. He kissed her upturned cheek. The tension in her shoulders and spine eased a fraction. Hunter sent up a silent prayer.

“That’s the way. Let me in, sweetness,” he whispered against the shell of her ear. Hunter bit the smooth line of her neck and received a moan as a reward. He licked and suckled at the tempting vein before beginning a leisurely rhythm with his hips, building the pace until soon his hot flesh slapped against hers.

“Mine,” he gritted out, unable to hold back the declaration any longer.

Jeanette didn’t speak. As she pushed against him, joining in the rhythm of their beautiful dance, Hunter’s mind splintered and broke apart, pleasure swamping him. He reached beneath their bodies and rolled her swollen clit. Soon her shouts filled the room. His cock swelled, balls drawing up tight. He flung his head back, slamming his hips against her once more, and came, hot jets filling the condom. He wished like hell he could fill her hot little ass instead, see his come dripping out of the tight, pink hole. In that moment Hunter had never hated condoms more.

Sweating and breathing as if he’d run a marathon, their bodies sticking together, Hunter’s arms tightened around her. When Jeanette wiggled against him, he sighed and pushed away. As she turned over, a peculiar expression passed over her face, causing him to wonder at her train of thought. Was she beginning to regret what they’d done?

“You’re amazing, Hunter.”

Nope, no regrets. “You’re pretty amazing yourself, sweetness.”

She blushed. Even after everything they’d done, she still shied away from his compliments. “Thank you.”