Hunter: MC Romance (Hell Reapers MC Book 1) (14 page)

I gave her a curious, pointed look. My hands going to the sides of her face and petting her with my thumbs.

She laughed lightly then and bobbed her head almost imperceptibly. “He’d never let me give him head, said that he didn’t like it.”

…No way.

“Yeah,” she pushed a hard breath through her nose.

“I literally don’t even know what to say to something like that,” I cleared my throat, “It’s okay,” I told her, “you’ll just have to have lots of practice, is all – are you telling me you’ve never…”

“Twice and both times were terrible,” she admitted. “Neither lasted longer than a bad commercial.”

My chest rumbled with pitiful laughter, and I bundled up my pants and underwear, dropping them beside the bed.

“Yeah,” Jessica said.

I leaned in closer to her and artfully removed her bra, disposing of it and letting my eyes crawl over the display of Jessica’s luscious tits. They were perfect in such a natural way. I pushed her back down onto the bed, her head hitting the pillows and her breath licking against my face. My hand moved over and cupped at the weight of her breast, set within her like a taut jewel.

She brought her hand to my ass and rubbed along the firmness of my cheek.

I kissed at her lips and sucked on the lobe of her ear, fire running freely through me. “You’re so beautiful, Jess,” I confessed it like a holy truth. My hand pawed at her breasts, cock twitching at just the simple touch and basic exhilaration of exploring such a splendorous creature’s beauty. I pinched at the cute and admittedly small pink of her nipples, her areolas being nothing more than dimes.

Jessica moaned my name and pulled me harder against her, saying in hushed, private tones that she needed to feel me inside of her – and I swore that in that moment, I could feel the heat in the air change at the promise of taking her.

But as much as it pained me, I resisted.

I continued to pull and paw and tease and torture both her breasts, and her nipples. Driving her mad with lust, mad with
need
.

When I thought that she couldn’t take it anymore; I brought my hands to her pants and unbuttoned them, stripping them from her – revealing the pink cotton of her revealing panties. Even without having touched them I could see the outlines of that delicious pussy in all its glory; the wetness of her sex having made her panties damp with desire. The lips of her yearning mound were like two pristine petals only just barely parted, guarding the nectar that was her love.

“Damn,” I said beneath bated breath. “Spread your legs.”

She did just that, and the petals of her pussy grew further apart. I could feel my dick twitching, a heat surging through me and a ball of need forming right below the root of my cock. Every part of me was screaming to get inside of her. I’d never felt my heart beat so quick for a woman, never felt such a god damn gravitational
pull
.

But I resisted that basic instinct.

Instead, I brought my nose to her sex, brushing against her – only that sheer material between me and her garden of pleasure. I breathed her in, delighting in that sexual musk, letting it charge my every deviant desire. “Fuck baby,” I growled, “I’ve got to taste you.”

Removing her damp panties, I brought my mouth to her sex and drank deep between her thighs.

“Oh!” She whimpered, her hands shooting to the back of my head and grabbing at me, “oh shit.”

I kissed at her delicious slit, sucked her hard and long and rolled my tongue against the silk that was her sex. Every inch of her was god damn heaven, my cock standing at full attention for every moment I flicked my tongue against that pussy.

“Fuck,” she whispered, and then whispered as such again and again, the word becoming her mantra. Becoming her God.

I didn’t plan on stopping when she started to quiver. Didn’t plan on stopping when she called my name out in the hottest fucking moan I’d ever heard leave the lips of a woman before.

“I want to taste your cum on my tongue, Jessica,” I admitted brazenly before diving back in, pushing my tongue as far inside of her as I was able, my thumb finding her clit and stroking at it ever so lightly.

“G—od. I’m close,” she breathed. “Oh I’m so close nobody’s ever—fuck.”

I groaned against her soaked pussy, eating her out like she were the world’s most delectable fruit. My thumb circling her beautiful little clit faster and harder.

When I felt that wonderful shudder against me, her hands pushing me so hard into her I was certain she was trying to suffocate me, I knew she was there. At the precipice of bliss.

I shoved her off of that cliff, thumbing her clit like she was my instrument that I’d known my whole life. Like our bodies knew one another before we’d ever even met, I just knew exactly how to drive her wild. I gave her a last juicy round of drinking and called out her name as best I could; feelings those legs tighten around my head – feeling her body shake and her throat wail as she shattered into a million pieces against me.

She tasted sublime, and in that moment I knew that my jaw and soon my neck would be dripping with the clear nectar of her honeyed flower.

I’d never been happier to make a woman finish.

Chapter 11

Jessica

Everything that I was felt lighter; my bones felt content, a subtle tingle dancing across my skin and a pleasure radiated from my core between my legs. All I could do was bathe in the delightful afterglow, sinking deep into Hunter’s bed. “That was amazing,” I susurrated, my heart still fluttering and my inner self doing a little fist pump of happiness.

Hunter smiled and crawled over to my side, grabbing me and pulling me against him – letting me lay my head on his chest. He made for a fine pillow; made me feel safe and content and like everything might just go right with the world. My eyes crawled over his lower body, landing firmly on the hardness of his cock.

He kissed the crown of my head, “Man never treat you right before?” He asked.

“I’ve been more intimate with vegetables,” my tone was thick with contempt.

“Those are some unlucky men, and some
very
lucky vegetables,” his hand glided past my chest, just running past my stiff nipple – the tiniest flow of electricity surging through me.

I loosed a light laugh, “I suppose.”

He looked at me with those soulful eyes, like if he looked long and hard enough at me, that he could chip away at all the misery that grew around my bones like moss. His hand smoothed itself along my skin, reaching beyond my navel now and dipping ever closer to the embarrassing mess that was my soaked pussy.

Air and pleased tones rolled from deep within my chest, and I brought my lips tightly together to try and still myself. I had to end up biting down on my lip; in that moment, I was nothing if not
his
. I shot my hand out and grabbed his before it could get any closer to my pleasure gorged clit. There was a pang of sadness that raked me, the misery moss of my bones weighting me down all over again – I’d just been given the best orgasm of my life, from a man who was fire to my ice, and even though I could still feel the liquor in me…

I knew it was all finite. I wanted to scold myself, wanted to hate myself – how could you let this happen?

He said, “What’s wrong?” I’m sure my face was an open book, but I steeled myself and shook my head.

“Nothing,” I whispered, afraid that the universe might hear the pleas of my soul. You’ve fallen for a man you can’t have; your whole task is to rip him from the people that he loves, and for that he’d end you.

He’ll end you.

The pain rippled through me again, “I just want to try again,” I said, my eyes drifting down to Hunter’s magnificence; it was even bigger than I remembered it from the night before at the club. I climbed on top of him, so that I was straddling him – letting the heat of my pussy and the warmth of his cock mingle in their closeness.

“Try what again?” He breathed, his chest rising and his adam’s apple bobbing.

Try to love again, is what my heart demanded that I say. “To take you inside of me.”

Hunter’s eyes searched mine, some part of him probably unconvinced of my answer, but a smirk gracing his beautiful face all the same. “By all means, firecracker.”

I leaned down to Hunter’s lips and smashed mine against them, tasting all that he was – my tongue exploring this newly found land and claiming it for my own. He tasted divine. I pulled myself from his lips and whispered, “I don’t want you to forget me,” my hand playing with his cock, his breath hitching in his throat.

“Never.”

A sad smile walked along the lines of my face and I planted a trail of kisses down his chest and past his navel, sucking and worshiping the godliness that was his body – a temple of muscle and flesh and man. I found my way to the head of his cock and slipped my lips around it, tasting the salt of his person and savoring it – every scent and note a new delight for me to relish.

I’d make certain that he wouldn’t forget me; I’ll bury myself so deep in his heart, that he’ll bleed me out a drop at a time, for every beat of his heart. I sank down deeply on his thick shaft, my warm and wet mouth surrounding him completely – sheathing him inside of me as I moaned what I could given his gorgeous length.

Chapter 12

Jessica

We’d fallen asleep in each other’s arms, but I could see the first shafts of orange light peeking intrusively through the window of Hunter’s upstairs room. There was a dull ache that pounded against the side of my head, and I felt a scratchy kind of thirst at my throat – my lips plainly chapped. I’d a little too much to drink last night, but even as I shifted around in Hunter’s bed, his arms still wrapped tightly around me and his blanket covering the both of us with ease; I could still feel the magic of last night.

It wasn’t magic, it was just simple, basic hormones. Just a need for physical intimacy. My body shuddered in remembrance and I felt a tug at the strings of my heart when my eyes crawled over Hunter’s peaceful face, his eyes closed and deep with slumber.

It wasn’t what you think. My eyes stung and I blinked a few times to try and banish the feelings.

Spiriting myself carefully away from the man’s powerful arms, I broke free from my, admittedly awesome, cuddle prison. Standing naked just beside his bed, I watched as the man stirred in his sleep – grumbling out some noises and his hands searching for where my body once was.

I’m sorry, Hunter. An arrow of hurt threaded itself through me.

I shouldn’t have let this happen.

The cool morning air licked across my bare skin and I cloaked myself with my hands, trying to stave off the cold for a moment – spying our clothes sprawled out against the wooden floor. I quietly moved to pick them up, putting on my stained panties and all of my other clothes. After that, I looked over my shoulder to see if Hunter was still yet to wake. Somewhat comfortable, and more so curious than anything, I decided it was okay to snoop just for a moment.

It was my job. My job that I was quickly beginning to wrack myself with hate for. I padded around the room quiet as a mouse, ignoring the thought as the familiar stabs of guilt washed over me – the thought of my mother wilting away in the hospital.

Hunter had posters on the wall of rock ‘n roll bands, heavy metal and even a few glam; I wasn’t too big on any of them, but it was clear that, at least at one time, he had a real love for music. A few were even signed. The room itself had seemed bigger last night, but even though it wasn’t much, the place itself still had plenty of character. I ran my hand along the broad wooden desk, his rather small dresser resting parallel to it on the other side of the room. The surface was smooth and I saw a number of hand written letters to recipients I couldn’t possibly know.

One note in particular had black ink scrawled across its face; it was folded up neatly, pristinely even. It was an oddity in comparison to the rest of the letters, which were lazily strewn about and not sealed in the slightest.

The particular note held in all black on it’s face:
Dad
.

I couldn’t bring myself to invade his privacy in that regard. Had he found his dad? Shifting focus from that, I sneakily opened the drawer of the desk. There wasn’t much of note, aside from what looked like a pipe used to smoke weed, a few bills that he probably kept as a proof of residence and a letter opener.

Satisfied with my investigation, I sauntered over to the door and gave Hunter one last look. It felt wrong to be sneaking off without saying goodbye, but I had to put some kind of distance between us.

I didn’t have enough for the report yet, but I couldn’t get enough of
him
– and I couldn’t afford to feel that way.

Chapter 13

Jessica

It was already midday and I still hadn’t finished my stack of work that had been accumulating at the office. Even though I was given a special assignment by Gates himself, he wanted me to come in at least once a week to keep touch on my other projects.

In retrospect, I preferred my dalliances with the rowdy group of misfits and hot bodies infinitely more than the repetitious droning of my clacking keyboard at normal work.