Split - Coffin Nails MC (Contemporary New Adult Erotic Dark Romance) (Sex & Mayhem Book 7) (27 page)

Asty swallowed, sensing the heat flush her
skin already. “You are like a demon from hell, hiding by my side and pretending
you’re a good boy.”

“But I’m not. I am not a good boy, not one
bit,” Hunter murmured and easily slid one of his fingers into Asty’s eager
body. “If you knew half the filth that goes through my mind every day …”

Asty gasped loudly and held on to him,
hypnotized by the dark streaks on his ghostly white face. “What things?” she
uttered as his finger tickled the insides of her pussy.

“Like eating your ass at the club on the
pool table with your father just around the corner. Or fucking your tits now
that they’re so much bigger. I keep thinking about coming all over those dark
nipples, seeing them slick with my cum. Then I just zip you back up into the
dress, and no one knows you’re my dirty girl.”

She drank every word from his lips, and
each vision he painted for her went straight to her pussy, making it throb with
arousal. Nodding, she pulled him down for a kiss and moaned softly as her stiff
nipples brushed against Hunter’s chest. She never thought a man could make her
so frantic, ready so quickly. She always believed she needed to be rational
about sex, that it wouldn’t be like in erotic books, but there she was, getting
wet from just a few dirty words spilling from his mouth. “You’ll have to keep
me quiet ...”

“I will gladly.” Hunter gave her a
predatory smile that made her shiver. “But I would mess up your makeup. Do you
want all my family to see I’ve just fucked you when we go downstairs?”

Asty shook her head and kissed his arm,
squeezing her pussy around the finger that was still shallow inside her and
moved far too slowly for her liking.

“So you will have to keep quiet like a
mouse.” Hunter’s other hand trailed up her body, over the bump of her belly,
and to her full, tender breast. “Can you do that?”

Asty shuddered, and it felt as if the
tremble coursed even through her bones, as she sagged against the wall,
clutching on Hunter’s shoulders when her knees briefly gave up. “I’ll try ...”

“Unzip my jeans,” Hunter whispered into her
ear, gently moving his fingers in her pussy in that infuriatingly mellow way.

It was easier said than done with fingers
that shivered from deep excitement. She bit the leather of his cut and pressed
her hand against the front of his jeans. The clear outline of his stiffening
cock fit perfectly against her palm as she squeezed it before opening the
zipper.

“You’re getting there,” he murmured and
pressed his thumb against her clit, making her moan and squeeze her thighs over
his warm hand.

Asty pulled her teeth over her bottom lip
and popped open the button of Hunter’s jeans. The heat radiating from beneath
the denim beckoned her closer, and she traced his erection with her fingers
through the stretched fabric of his underwear.

“I’ve missed it all evening ...”

“I can think of many things you could do
with it.” Hunter nipped on her ear but pulled his hand from under her skirt.
She was about to voice her disappointment when he pulled her to the bed.

She sat down on the edge of the mattress
and stroked her hands up and down the rough fabric of his pants, looking
between his open zipper and his face, framed by gorgeous dark hair. “Like
what?” she asked innocently.

“Do you have your makeup with you?”

Asty grinned at him and brushed the tip of
her fingernail over the cotton-sheathed erection. Her pussy was spasming with
excitement, and knowing there were people partying just below was making her
feel especially naughty about what they were about to do. “Yes?”

“Then you can suck my cock.” Hunter pierced
her with his gaze and pulled his pants lower, along with his underwear, just
enough to reveal his engorged cock. He took a step closer to stand over her
knees, his cockhead just a fraction of an inch from her lips.

Breath caught in Asty’s throat when she
looked straight at the smooth head. She glanced into Hunter’s intense eyes,
standing out in the frame of ghostly face paint, and leaned forward until the
smooth tip of his cock slid up her tongue and into her open lips. She exhaled
and watched Hunter’s brows twitch at the sensation of warm air brushing against
his dick.

Asty’s hands climbed up Hunter’s legs, one
settling on his hip, the other curled around the base of the cock, as she
slowly took the hard flesh into her mouth, stroking it with her split tongue.
He tasted so real, so organic and primal, of musk, and salt, and a hint of
soap, creating an intoxicating mixture that drew her in.

“That’s right. And this is just the prelude
to me fucking you. I felt you getting so wet on my fingers.” Hunter put the
digits that had been inside of her minutes ago against his lips and then sucked
them in with a groan.

Asty whimpered against his cock and pulled
her mouth off it, tickling it up and down with the back of her tongue and
swirling both tips just underneath the flared head. “You feel so good when you
fuck me,” she uttered and took him in again, sucking around the tip and slowly
going lower, exploring the thick veins and the heat of his skin.

Hunter smirked and slid his hands
underneath her jaw, keeping her head still. Asty’s breath quickened because she
knew what would be coming. He began rocking his hips back and forth, slowly
fucking her lips with his hot, stiff cock. It was a strange sensation, as if she
were balancing between fear of discomfort and a growing lust making her breasts
throb with longing. She trusted Hunter not to choke her, and so she gradually
relaxed, moaning when the head tickled the back of her tongue. Slowly, she
moved her hands to his angular hips and then back to his ass, which flexed with
every move he made.

“Good,” Hunter whispered hoarsely. “I could
come just fucking your mouth like this, but we don’t want this to end so soon,
do we?” He pulled away, and Asty didn’t want to let his cock go, but there was
no way around it.

She licked her lips, still massaging his
legs and swallowing around the phantom of that delicious cock, but she leaned
back, watching him. “Remove my stockings ...”

Hunter sank to his knees in front of her,
and he took his time, sensually sliding his hands up her legs, all the way to
the lacy tops of her stockings, while never taking his eyes off her. He leaned
forward and kissed one of her breasts through the dress.

Asty shivered and stroked his long, smooth
hair, arching her chest against his face. The proximity of his fingers to her
hot pussy was a constant buzz at the back of her mind, but she let him touch,
as each brush of fingers against her skin was like firecrackers on her body.
Hunter pulled down her stockings and tickled her naked foot with a grin, as his
other hand dove under her dress again, stroking her wet panties.

“Can’t wait to be inside you.”

Asty gave a short yelp before sucking her
lips in to shut herself up. She couldn’t help it. It was almost as if her body became
more sensitive each time they had sex. “I wanna see your face when you come,”
she whispered, leaning back on one elbow as she started quickly pulling the top
part of her dress lower.

“Might be a bit hard with the bump …”
Hunter kissed her navel as soon as it appeared but kept teasing her pussy
relentlessly through the panties, making her so wet she was sure she’d be
dripping if it wasn’t for the underwear.

Asty tickled his neck and then slowly
closed her thighs around his head, just enough to feel his breath on her skin.
“I’m sure we can make it work somehow ...”

“You’re not afraid that Jesus is watching?”
Hunter snorted and wiggled his eyebrows, pointing to the cross on the wall with
his head.

Asty glared at him before pushing down her dress
until it pooled at her waist like a thick belt. Her bra felt too hot now and
was brushing against her hard nipples whenever she inhaled air. “I have a hot
demon to guard me now.”

“That demon is hard for you and will suck
all of your energy in a scorching orgasm.” Hunter pulled down her panties and
groaned when he looked at her naked pussy. “I’m such a lucky fucker.”

Asty laughed. “I’m happy you’re aware of
your privilege,” she said and put one of her feet on his shoulders, massaging
it gently. The air felt impossibly cool as it touched her heated folds, and she
longed for nothing more than for Hunter to slide into her. Two more movements
and her heavy, tender breasts popped out of the cups of her bra.

“Privilege?” Hunter rolled his head to the
side and kissed her foot. “I’ve been possessed and bewitched. I had no say in
falling for you.” He gave her toe a lick.

A soft warmth spread in Asty’s chest, and
she touched his black lips with her thumb. It was such an exhilarating
experience to share this kind of connection with someone, to feel so adored,
and adore him back. “Neither of us did.”

Hunter groaned and pushed her farther on
the bed before climbing on next to her. “I can’t wait a moment longer.” His
hand explored her body all the way from her belly to her breast and Hunter
twirled his fingers around her nipple.

Asty shifted a bit, as her stomach was
really getting heavy in that position, and slid her arms around Hunter. “Lean
back,” she whispered against his lips.

“Only if you promise not to run away.”
Hunter took a deep breath and did as she asked, his cock hard and stiff against
her skin, throbbing with a need she couldn’t wait to fulfill.

She propped her hand on his chest and
straddled his hips, her tight dress rolling up far enough to expose most of her
buttocks. At this point, her pussy felt open and hollow, throbbing to be filled
with his beautiful cock, but instead of sinking down right away, she rolled her
hips and whimpered when his cockhead touched her clit briefly. “I won’t ... I
need you so bad ...”

Hunter’s gaze was frantic, licking her up
and down. He placed his hands on her thighs and started slowly rocking his
hips. “Ride me. Slide my cock into your tight pussy.”

Asty nodded and reached down, raising his
cock just enough to align it with her entrance. The moment they touched, a
flash of liquid heat weaved itself into her muscles, and she pushed down,
speechless as the thick column of flesh filled her aching pussy. Asty stroked
his chest, taking deep breaths to steady herself, as they both adjusted to the
intensive sensations.

“Yes,” she whispered, rocking her hips back
and forth. Asty loved the way she could control the movements of his cock in
this position. It stirred inside her, brushing against the hypersensitive walls
of her vagina.

But when Hunter slipped his fingers to her
clit and started rhythmically rubbing it in all the right ways, her excitement
skyrocketed, making her bite her lips and move up and down faster. She tried to
catch up with the pace he was pushing for as they both chased their orgasms,
panting and watching each other as if they wanted to eat the other raw.

Asty could hardly catch her breath as she
moved over Hunter, frantic with pleasure that was building inside her like
bubbles in a shaken soda can, ready to explode at any moment. She grabbed
Hunter’s wrists and pulled his hands to her naked breasts, barely remembering
she should be keeping quiet.

Hunter’s green eyes went dark with lust
when he squeezed her breasts. She loved how in moments like these, she was the
center of Hunter’s universe. She could see it in the way he looked at her,
sense it in the way he touched her, and even smell it in his arousal. He tuned
into her rhythm as their movements were becoming more frantic.

Climax rolled over Asty’s body unexpectedly,
and she clutched at Hunter’s shoulders, throwing her head back as she rode her
orgasm with his fingers squeezing her breasts and teasing her nipples. The burn
inside her became less urgent then, but she leaned over Hunter and stared into
his deep eyes, rolling her hips in small circles, eating up his slipping
self-control. She felt so light, so sexy on top of him.

“This is so hot ...”

“Fuck, yes,” Hunter hissed and grabbed her
hips hard, slamming his cock into her a few more times before he came with a
low groan, panting for air and catching her lips into a kiss. His dick was
throbbing inside of her, as his tongue played with hers. Asty’s nipples felt
heavy and stiff, but she was on cloud nine, completely melting into her lover.

She squeezed her inner muscles around him,
and he whimpered, sliding his arms over her back as they kissed, completely
sated. Asty nipped on the tip of his tongue and crooked her head, whispering
into his warm lips. “I love it when you come inside me.”

“I’ve only done it bare with one girl
before you. It feels amazing. I love knowing there’s nothing between us.”
Hunter closed his eyes, tracing her spine.

Asty pressed as close to him as she could
without squeezing her belly. “I know. I don’t want anything between us. It’s
like I couldn’t touch you enough.”

“I love you,” Hunter whispered and looked
into her eyes. “And I love that we stained this house with some dirty sex.”

Asty nuzzled his nose, completely confident
and happy. “I love you too. Now that we christened this room, maybe we can
visit sometimes for repeats,” she teased.