For His Forever (14 page)

She let Hunter lead her back into the house and then into the master bedroom, which, like every other room, was spare and economical. The bed was wide and low to the ground, like something from Japan. There were a few large abstract paintings on the walls, and one large, dark dresser.

The picture window on the far wall was enormous and the view magnificent, but the light outside was quickly fading and soon it would be just darkness.

“Get on the bed,” he told her.

“Why?”

“You know why. Don’t ask silly questions, Kallie.”

She went and sat on the bed. Her heart was beating fast. Hunter walked to her and stood over her.

“Maybe this isn’t such a good idea,” she said.

“What isn’t such a good idea?”

“This.” She looked up at him. She wanted to be convinced—she wanted him to make her forget that it was a bad idea.

“I’m going to kiss you again,” he said, “because I think you and I do better when we’re kissing and you’re not overthinking everything.”

He leaned over and pinned her to the bed, holding himself over her with his arms extended so that he didn’t put all his bodyweight on her. His biceps were flexed and she placed her hands on his arms so that she could feel their power while he kissed her and sucked her into him.

Kallie’s body arched up toward him, feeling the magnetic pull of his heat once again. And her heat was building—the heat between her legs was gathering along with the wetness. She was opening for him, literally and figuratively, her legs opening as he pressed his pelvis against her. He was so hard, and so big, and she wanted to feel him fully inside of her—no matter how wrong it would be.

But wait, she thought. Wait. This was happening too fast. Too. Damn. Fast.

Where were her morals, where was her common sense?

“Hold on a second,” she said, breaking off the kiss. “This is too fast.”

“Do you really think that, or are you just regurgitating something your strict upbringing taught you?” he said, his dark eyes penetrating.

She didn’t answer.

“That’s what I thought.” His hands grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head.

Yes, she thought. Please, hold me down. Hold me down and make me come.

His mouth was on hers again, his tongue thrusting into her open, receptive mouth.

She opened wider, trying to imagine that he’d do to her with his cock what his tongue was doing inside her mouth right now.

Her hips bucked against his.

“Your little fucking jeans are driving me insane,” he said. “And they’re coming off, Kallie. They’re coming off and I’m going to see it all.”

She sucked in her breath at the thought of it—the brazenness of him telling her what he was going to do next—assuming that she wouldn’t object.

And she wouldn’t, because this was exactly what she wanted right now.

He adjusted his grip so that his one hand could hold both her wrists at the same time, directly over her head. She wasn’t fighting him at all, but she liked knowing that he was controlling her movements just the same.

Next, Hunter reached down with his free hand and began unbuckling her shorts, while his dark eyes stared down at her, unflinching and unyielding from what he wanted.

“They’re open now, Kallie,” he whispered, his voice controlled, yet the excitement was obvious just the same.

She looked down and saw that indeed her shorts were completely undone and now her pink panties were visible, and he could clearly see how wet she was for him.

There was no hiding it. Her pussy ached for his touch now. She was dripping and Hunter knew it and there was nothing left to do, but be taken by him.

He pulled her shorts down her bare legs and past her ankles, letting them drop to the floor below. “How does it feel to have me seeing your little panties, and knowing that I can see everything? Knowing I can smell your sex, and soon I’m going to have those panties off too?”

She was breathing heavily now, almost out of control. “I…I don’t know,” she lied.

“Yes you do.” His hand went down again and caressed her panties, and she could feel his fingertips brushing the outside of her mound, which quivered in response. If he put one tip of one finger inside her now, she might go off like a rocket—that’s how on the edge she truly was.

“Do you want to taste my cock?”

Her tongue came out of her mouth almost involuntarily at his suggestion, and she licked her lips.

He smiled. “Is that a yes?”

She licked her lips again, unable to muster a verbal response. She did want to have his cock in her mouth. At this point, she wanted everything. She was way beyond struggling with right and wrong.

“I think I might just fuck you all night and see how many orgasms I can give you.

That would be fun.” His hand trailed up her belly, beneath her top, touching her breasts over her bra. His hands roughly grabbed her breasts and squeezed, just hard enough to make her pussy clench, as another heat wave soaked through her panties.

“Oh, god,” she moaned, unable to contain it anymore.

“Say it again.”

“Oh, fuck.”

His hand moved to her panties now, rubbing her clit through the drenched material. “Tell me again, Kallie. Say how you want it.”

“Oh…oh…oh….” The moans came out of her mouth unbidden, guttural, one after the other, in time with the circles his hand made on her clit.

He rubbed faster. She was going to come now and there was no two ways about it.

“I want you to tell me,” he commanded.

She told him—she said yes. She said yes again, whispering, even though she wanted to yell.

“Tell me how badly you want me.”

And then she was coming, as his hand slid the fabric over and two fingers penetrated her slick mound of quivering flesh and went inside. She clung to him, coming so intensely that her legs involuntarily wrapped around him.

He fucked her with his fingers, slowing as her climax completed itself.

She was drenched with sweat now.

“That was just the beginning,” he told her.

Her mouth was thick with desire and her eyes were heavy-lidded with sexual bliss. “What comes next?”

“I think you know then answer—a smart girl like you. College educated.”

“I don’t know.”

“I’ll have to give you a long, hard lesson, then. You need a refresher course.” He began kissing her again, and this time when their bodies came together, she had just her skimpy wet panties between them.

He grinded into her and he was so hard—she couldn’t imagine how he was able to control himself. Not that Kallie was the most experienced girl, but the few boys she’d been with in high school and college had always come so quickly, even just when there had been dry humping involved.

They had truly been boys, though. Never had Kallie realized that fact more clearly than at this precise moment.

Hunter was a man, and he knew how to use his body like a man, and he also knew how to manipulate her body like no other boy she’d ever been with.

His hands were caressing up and down her torso, her legs, rough and gentle all at once.

Kallie’s hand strayed to the bulge in his shorts.

“Be careful what you wish for,” he smiled.

As an answer, she stroked the hard bulge one more time.

“Take it out, then,” he told her. “But if you take it out, it’s not going back in until I’m satisfied with the result.”

Kallie liked that threat even more than the others. Fumblingly, she went to his shorts and unzipped, freeing him substantially. His shorts fell to his feet and now he was in his white and green striped boxers. The head of his erection peeked out through the hole in his underwear.

It was, as she’d suspected, simply enormous—frighteningly so.

“You let it out, Kallie. What now?”

She didn’t answer, except to slide her hand onto his shaft and work it further out of the hole in his boxers. It emerged, thicker as it got closer to his body. She was intimidated, to be sure, but also intrigued.

Her hand slid up and down his magnificent manhood.

Hunter leaned in and kissed her deeply, while she continued to stroke his member.

He used his hips to move even faster against her hand, seeming to enjoy her efforts.

She was wet and open for him. Seeming to sense that the time was right, Hunter suddenly and swiftly removed her panties, sliding them down in one quick motion. Next, he’d taken his own boxers off.

He wasn’t wasting any more time, and she was glad for it. Her body was primed and ready now.

He lifted her skimpy top and removed it, and unsnapped her bra quicker than she could even have done it.

Finally, he took off his own t-shirt.

They were both completely nude, and his muscular, strong body was hovering over her. His cock was hard and straight, and she opened her legs even wider for him.

He came down upon her, his lips on hers and then he was sucking at her nipples, and although her breasts weren’t huge, they were certainly tight and perky. Her nipples were as erect and sensitive as they’d ever been. He sucked them until she could barely take it anymore, her buddy shuddering and shivering.

His hardness was against her slick mound, resting, waiting to strike. He reached over to his nightstand and pulled out a condom.

She wondered what condom could even fit him, but apparently there was a type that did. He rolled it on expertly, and then he was sliding into her.

He was big. Maybe even too big, she thought at first.

However, he knew just when to slow down and let her accommodate him, to allow her time to open and relax as he went in.

Soon Hunter was mostly inside her, although she knew he was holding back some of himself so as not to hurt her.

He stroked her rhythmically, and she held onto him tightly, closing her eyes and enjoying the feeling of being taken. Truly taken.

As he got more excited, he grew rougher. His hands grabbed her legs and pulled her towards him, and he went further inside of her. It was a little painful, but Kallie liked it. She got off on his excitement for her body.

He was moving faster and faster and she sensed he was close. He grabbed her wrists and pinned them hard over her head. His mouth sucked on her mouth, and he was grunting and panting into her as his hips moved higher and slammed into her over and over again.

Finally, Hunter was coming and as he came, Hunter grabbed Kallie’s hair and pulled hard enough to send a shot of pain into her scalp. His other hand pinned her hand, then picked it up and pinned it again, and he suddenly was furiously fucking her, pumping his cock into her harder and harder, deeper and deeper.

He was completely wild and almost totally out of control.

She was coming with him because she wanted it, wanted him to take her like this, and it was incredible and a little terrifying all at once.

He was like a force of nature at the end, and he blew through her, and then he was done.

They lay next to one another for a long while. Both of them were breathing heavily, as if they’d just finished a tough sprint.

Kallie’s whole body was covered with sweat. She felt glorious and loose and fulfilled. She looked over at Hunter in the darkness.

He was in his own world, she saw.

“I liked that,” she said, finally.

He turned to her. “Me too.”

“You know what? It kind of reminded me of the sex scene from Blue Horizon, the one at the Holiday Inn.” She realized as soon as the words left her lips, that it had been the wrong thing to say.

She sensed his body stiffening next to hers. “Did it?” he said, without emotion.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to dump that on you.” She reached out to touch his shoulder and he flinched a little bit.

“You didn’t mean to? Could have fooled me.”

“It just never seemed like the right time to mention that I’d read your book.”

“It’s fine,” he said eventually, in a voice that told her it was anything but fine.

“Lots of people read that book.”

That book
. As if he didn’t have anything to do with its creation.

“I didn’t even know who you were until you told me your name in the bathroom at the end of the night. I mean, you looked kind of familiar, but I had no idea.”

“It’s okay if you knew the entire time.”

“But I didn’t. I have no reason to lie.” Suddenly, it felt very important to make this clear to him.

She was sitting up in bed now, but he was still lying on his back, staring at the ceiling. It was getting too dark to read his expression, but she could imagine it.

“That’s very convincing, Kallie,” he told her, sounding bored.

“Do you really think you’re that impressive? So you wrote a book, Hunter. Big deal.”

He chuckled without humor. “Exactly. See? You know everything now.”

“Why are you being like this?”

“I’m just being myself. No hidden agendas.”

His statement hung in the air and she knew what it meant. “I can’t believe you really think this was some big plan on my part—to nab the famous author. I couldn’t care less about that. I like you because…”

“You don’t even know me. I hate to break it to you, but swapping spit—and other bodily fluids—doesn’t mean we know each other.”

“Stop treating me like I’m some stalker. I haven’t done anything to deserve that.”

He sighed. “You’re right. I know you’re right. It’s just—I’ve had a lot of issues with people who are fans of that particular book. They tend to have certain expectations of me.”

“I didn’t know that. And I can’t help that I happened to read some of it.”

“Some of it?”

“I didn’t finish it. It’s a long story, but…I still need to read the last hundred pages or so.”

Now it was Hunter’s turn to sit up. He propped himself up on his elbow and turned to face her. She could barely see his expression, but his voice was excited.

“That’s good. That’s very good,” he said. “I want to ask you to do me a favor.”

“Okay…”

“Don’t finish it.”

“What?”

“Promise me you won’t finish it.”

“Hunter, come on—“

“I’m serious, Kallie. I don’t want you to read the end of that book.”

“Fine,” she said, only now she was annoyed with him. She felt bullied. It was one thing for him to be aggressive in bed, which she totally loved. But he was being just as bad post-sex, and she really hated that. She was starting to regret this tryst, which hurt her deeply.