“I already
ate a little bit. All this is for you. Dig in.”
I turned to
the food, rubbed my hands together, picked up a sausage link, and bit off a
piece. “Mmm so yummy,” I murmured with my mouth full. “So juicy and tender.”
Hunter
slid his hands across my waist from behind. I wiped the condensation from the
bathroom mirror and saw ourselves in the reflection. Enjoying the surreal sight
of both of us naked together, I reached up to cup his cheek and he smiled.
“You’re so gorgeous, Hunter. I love it when you smile.”
He locked
his eyes with mine in the mirror as he tugged me to him, the small of my lower
back pressing against his formidable erection. “It’s ‘cause you’re here with
me. But look at yourself. Look at these gorgeous tits,” he said as he began
plumping my breasts in the reflection. “I could play with them all day.”
“I like
you playing with me,” I said, feeling the ache in my sex swelling from his
hands at my chest. “Can we multitask?” I took another bite of the sausage in my
hand and backed my ass into his erection teasingly, which pulled an erotic
groan from his lips.
“Brunch
sex huh? I guess there’s a first time for everything.” He reached into the
pocket of his sweatpants that were lying on the floor and pulled out
protection.
“Never had
brunch sex before?”
“I’ve
never had this much sex in such a short time, period.” He grinned as he
finished wrapping his cock. “You ready?
“Wait
Hunter, I’ve got to eat this sausage,” I said flirtatiously, preparing to take
another bite.
“I got
your fucking sausage right here.” He growled.
He shoved
himself into me, hips crashing into my backside. I was already primed since
stepping out of the shower, so his entrance came easily. I gasped and
instinctively leaned over the bathroom counter for support, eager for him.
His strong
hands firmly gripping my waist, he continued thrusting into me, steadily,
needily but without hurry. I watched our bodies colliding in the mirror, saw
how my hair and breasts jostled each time he drove into me. We performed our
own song with him grunting and me moaning in response. It wouldn’t be a
billboard hit, but I found I enjoyed it more than
Love Story.
We’d
already had sex half a dozen times in the last sixteen hours. Sex with Hunter
was quickly becoming as frequent and necessary as breathing. Finding myself
adjusting to his demanding pace, I casually reached over to open the jar of
grape jelly. I tried to unscrew it but my hands were wet; the vigorous
thrusting quaking my body didn’t help either.
“Can you
help me with this?” I asked, holding up the jar for Hunter.
“Sure, no
problem.” His pace persisted even as he casually moved his hands from my hips
to the jar and unscrewed it. “Here you go.”
I backed
into him, taking his cock to the hilt as a way of offering my thanks. “You’re
so helpful, Hunter.”
I saw his
reflection smile. “I do what I can.”
After spreading
some jam onto the pre-buttered toast, I bit off a piece, and licked my lips.
“This is really good toast. You want a bite?”
“Sure.”
I raised
it up for him and he leaned over—penetrating me deeper—and chomped on the
toast. “Mmm yummy. I need the energy to keep fucking you,” he said as another
thrust pressed my thighs into the counter cabinets.
“Then
maybe you should have some more energy.” I dipped my finger into the grape
jelly and held it up for him. “Here have some sugar.”
He took my
finger and inserted it into his mouth, sucking it the delicious way he’d sucked
my clitoris. Then he licked the tip clean, making my sex clench around him from
the teasing. In a flurry of lust, he growled and flipped me around to face him.
We locked desire-lidded eyes. He plucked the jar of grape jam from my hand and
poured the contents all over my breasts. I arched my neck and gasped from the
cold sensation, fingers desperately clutching the edge of the counter for
balance.
“You’re
getting me all dirty again!” I cried.
“Just the
way I like it.” He growled before dipping and taking one breast into his mouth.
His hand swirled the jelly around the other breast. He swirled his tongue
around the tip, spreading the sticky substance over my skin before sucking it
up into his mouth. “Now that’s a good breakfast.”
I popped
the last of the toast into my mouth. “I agree. Best breakfast I’ve had yet.”
Missing his cock inside me, I said, “I could go for some more of that Hunter
sausage though.”
There was
a momentary smile on his lips before he slammed his cock into me, pushing me
from a standing position into a seated position on the bathroom counter.
We
continued going at it until long after the steam had dissipated from the
bathroom. Eventually, we finished breakfast with two orgasms and a side of
orange juice.
After
another quick rinse in the shower, we dried off, neglected to put on clothes,
and plopped onto his bed, crawling back into the warm blissful haven beneath
the sheets. Light beamed in through his bedroom window. It was one of those
unusual days where the ground was still covered in snow but the sun shone
brightly in the sky.
“Do you
have any plans the rest of the day?” he asked, propping himself on an elbow
beside me. “I know you said you had plans last night, I’m sorry I made you miss
them.”
Laying on
my back, I turned to smile at him. He hadn’t shaved and I found the light
stubble on his face made him even more alluring. “Well, I didn’t really have
any last night. I was just saying that as an excuse to avoid you.”
He gave a
lopsided smile. “I figured as much.”
“But to
answer your question, no, I don’t really have any plans today. I might have to
do some studying for midterms coming up, but nothing really pressing. You? You
going to train today?”
“I usually
do on Sundays but I don’t really feel like going today.” He groaned then smiled
at me. “I just wanna stay inside the apartment all day long and hang out with
you. What do ya think?” He squeezed me to him. I loved it every time he
squeezed me and crushed my body against his; the pressure was invigorating.
“Don’t you
train like every day though? When’s the last time you missed a session?”
“Umm . . .
I think I missed a day about two years ago because I got sick.”
“Wow, so
dedicated. I feel bad, I don’t want to be the reason you skip again if it’s
that important to you.”
“You’re
what’s important to me. I just wanna be with you and that’s what I plan on
doing. So what do ya think about hanging out with me all day?”
I giggled.
“I’d love that actually. I was kind of thinking the same thing: staying in all
day. I don’t want to leave the apartment either. I wish we could just stay in
and have sex all day every day.”
He
laughed. “I like that idea. Why
can’t
we do that?”
“Because
we have responsibilities and stuff,” I offered as a suggestion.
“Eh, we
can blow those off.”
I smiled
in agreement. “I mean we have classes and midterms, you have matches to fight,
we have to eat—we’ll eventually run out of protein bars you know.”
He kissed
me and brushed my hair behind my ear. “We can order delivery. I got some extra
money from my fights. That should last us a while.”
“Mmm . . .
delivery. I like the sound of that.” I giggled. “We can be like the
cats—they’re happy never leaving the apartment. It’s scary and dangerous
outside, there’s fast cars and feral cats.” I briefly thought about that feral
black cat again and how it had almost caused me to drown. It terrified me to
think what would happen if Taylor got into a fight with that cat. “Plus, I’m
sure other cats gossip. And I don’t want anyone talking shit about Taylor.”
“That’s
right,” he murmured against my cheek before pecking it with his lips. “Well,
the kitties need more food too. So we may have to get them some more from the
mall. Unless we can order it off of Amazon.”
I nodded.
“Amazon rocks.”
He glanced
at my breasts. “We also need to get more condoms and lube. I think we’re almost
out. I can’t believe we blew through so much. I can’t get enough of you.”
“Yeah, I
don’t know what it is, but I can’t get enough of you either, Hunter. It’s like
you’re turning me into a sex kitten,” I teased. “You make me feel so good.”
“You’re
not sore yet right?”
“I’m a
little sore but I like the feeling. It’s like having an itch but when you
scratch it, it feels so good. It’s kind of good to feel something all the time,
you know? I want to be even more sore. How are you holding up?”
“I’m so
sore right now.” He grinned. “I don’t think I’m gonna be able to walk tomorrow.
But I can’t stop fucking you, Lorrie. Everytime I look at you, feel your body
against mine, I’m hard again. It’s painful, but goddammit does it feel good.
It’s like I have to be inside you. I’ve never felt this way before, ever. I
don’t care if my dick falls off.”
I giggled,
wondering if such a thing was possible. “Is it possible to have too much sex?
Maybe we’ll go blind.”
“Who
cares? As long as we have each other, we’ll be good. You ready for round ten?”
I nodded
eagerly. “Bring it on, Hunter ‘The Hammer’ Jensen!”
I woke up with my head
against Hunter’s chest. I must’ve fallen asleep. There was still a little bit
of light outside. Hunter was gently stroking my hair, his eyes closed.
I grumbled
softly. “Mmm . . . what time is it?”
“Dunno,”
he murmured lazily.
“How long
was I asleep?”
“Mmm . . .
maybe an hour, half an hour?”
“Really?”
I rubbed my eye and yawned. “Feels like I was out for a while.”
A buzzing
on the bedside stand woke us from our stupor. Hunter reached over and picked up
his phone. “Damn, Gary just sent me a text. I was supposed to spar with him
today.” He showed me the message on his phone.
“Uh oh,” I
replied. “Will he be mad?”
“Busy
hanging with Lorrie,” Hunter said, prolonging the pronunciation as he typed out
the words. He sent the reply to Gary and returned the phone to the nightstand.
“Nah, there’s plenty of other guys at Bigg’s that can help him train . . . now
what were we talking about again?”
I smiled
from Hunter’s attentiveness and leaned my head against his chest again. Light
hairs tickling my cheek were a fresh reminder of his raw masculinity. Although
his chest was firm, it was the best pillow I’d ever slept on. “. . . I was just
wondering how long I’d been asleep.”
“Oh yeah,
I think you dozed off after that last orgasm. You were probably exhausted.” He
yawned and closed his eyes again.
“Ah,
right.” A montage of riding Hunter and being ridden by him came back to me. I
didn’t know how it was possible after all the energy I’d expelled, but I felt
myself getting aroused again. “You sleepy?”
“Umm . . .
a little. Why?”
I fumbled
for his cock beneath the sheets. Finding it soft, I began gently stroking it.
“I don’t know. I was just thinking if you want to go for another round. Which
one would this be?”
“Hmm . . .
I lost count.” He chuckled. “Yeah, of course I’m up for it. Just be a little
gentle until it gets fully hard. I’m so numb and sensitive right now. It feels
like it’s raw. It’s so weird.”
“Well
we’re weirdos aren’t we?” I flashed a smile at him even though his eyes were
still closed.
He smiled
back. “Snorrie and Gunther. Two sex fiends.”
“Sex
fiends, and sex friends.”
“That’s
right. We can have it all, Lorrie.”
It took a
few minutes of gentle massaging before Hunter became fully erect. During that
time, he was stroking my sex with his hand, heightening my arousal to match
his. When we were both ready, I straddled his waist and rode him until we both
came.