Split - Coffin Nails MC (Contemporary New Adult Erotic Dark Romance) (Sex & Mayhem Book 7) (18 page)

His cockhead slid between her pussy lips
first and teased her before going up and nudging at her anus. The hairs on her
forearms bristled, but then Hunter’s calming voice came raining down her back.

“Breathe, baby.”

And the moment he said that, his hand
trailed up her stomach, at the same pace at which her lungs filled. She brushed
her fingers over the back of his, trying to relax despite his big cock touching
her anus in gentle, slick swipes.

When the thrust came, there was a bit of
discomfort, but nothing like the pain she had somewhat expected despite his
assurances. Hunter’s moan made her shiver. “Fuck, you’re so tight, Asty. So
hot.” He scratched her back with his teeth without biting, and it was so
surprising she moaned, arching her back and pushing slightly back into him in
the process. Her mind was a pulsing mass of warmth and nonsense as she adjusted
to the presence inside. Just after a few moments, even the slight sting was
gone, leaving her with a sensation that was somehow like having him penetrate
her pussy, and yet so different. It was almost as if she could feel him with
even more clarity.

“I ... mhm,” she muttered and bit the
pillow, rocking her ass gently. She knew he wasn’t all in yet, as she couldn’t
feel his stomach at her ass, and she wanted to know how it would feel to be
completely full.

“You like my cock inside, naughty girl,
don’t you?” Hunter said against her skin, teasing her with his lips as he
spoke, and she could sense his dick pushing in inch by inch, sometimes pulling
out a bit, only to slide in farther. It brought in that wonderful burning
sensation that spread to her pussy, the small of her back, and her nape. She
didn’t know whether she was all there, because there was something so new and
different about having Hunter fuck her other hole. Maybe it was also because it
was so intimate this time. They didn’t have to hurry and they lay in a real
bed, but the way his cock teased her narrow channel seemed to awaken her body
on a whole new level.

“Mhm ... it’s so good,” she whispered,
moving her hips so his dick would press toward her vagina, and the oddly numb
pleasure it got her was a prize she wanted to reach for again.

Hunter murmured in response, and when his
hips touched her ass, she knew his thick cock was all in, and simply imagining
it gave her a pang of arousal. Hunter reached between her thighs and stroked
one of them on the inner side. All Asty could think about was the smell of his
shampoo and cologne and his pulsing hot cock inside of her.

Asty picked herself up, raising the front
of her body from the pillows, and that angle seemed perfect to achieve that
sensation from earlier. She looked over her shoulder and tried to smile at
Hunter but moaned instead when he slowly moved back his hips. She licked her
lips, completely focused on the way his flushed chest moved and on the
tightening of his abs. “Do I feel good?”

“No, you feel fucking fantastic.” He began
a hasty motion, rocking his hips, pulling out his cock a bit just to push it
back in. “I wish I could stay here every night and fuck you to sleep.”

Asty grinned, biting back an
aww
,
but his words tickled her pride, and she pushed back to meet his hips, now
completely relaxed. The fit was still very tight, but somehow she felt her anus
become flexible, so nothing hurt, and all she felt was that amazing friction
that made her pulse drum in her veins. “That would be amazing,” she admitted
and stroked her breast, shuddering when his cock slammed in a bit harder, the
power behind that thrust somehow resonating throughout her body.

“I’d have you walking around naked,” Hunter
muttered, moving his hand to her ass and he had to be straightening up, because
she couldn’t feel his hair anymore. “So I could touch you whenever I wanted.
And in the morning, we’d fuck again.” He emphasized the last one by pulling out
almost completely and slamming his dick right back in.

“Oh, yes,” uttered Asty, wondering if this
alone could actually finish her. She was rocking back and forth, but the way
his strong hands steadied her was like additional fuel to her arousal. “Fuck me
harder,” she uttered, stretching the front of her body and hanging her head as
the world spun around her.

“Fuck yes.” He grabbed her hips, and he
wasn’t joking when it came to “harder.” She already knew from how he fucked her
pussy that he could be slow and gentle or fast and mean, drilling his dick into
like a machine. She moaned every time he pushed in and out with a firm grasp on
her hips. She was dripping wet and she even thought that maybe in the future,
she could use a vibrator in her pussy as he fucked her ass.

The friction was slowly killing her brain,
and at some point, her insides vibrated with heat. She tightened her thigh
muscles for balance, and the moment she did, her pussy exploded with waves that
made her whole body twitch and shudder. Moaning against the pillow, Asty fell
to her elbows, rocked by the hard thrust that made the orgasm last for an
eternity that must have been mere seconds in real time.

Her inner walls throbbed and clenched
around Hunter’s cock, and he only sped up his thrusts, but then, all of a
sudden, he pulled out, leaving her hole strangely empty. He grabbed her thigh
and flipped her to her back, then kneeled over her hips, and pulled off the
rubber. She could barely breathe, faced with the most arousing view of his
tense, tattooed body, and his cock rock hard as he masturbated over her chest,
gasping for air and flushed behind the streaks of hair.

“Go on, give it to me,” Asty urged him,
moving her hands up his thighs and petting them roughly, without gentleness, as
she licked up salt from above her upper lip.

Hunter groaned and put his free hand next
to her head for support when he came, spilling his spunk over Asty’s breasts.
He was still moving his hand over his cock slowly when he leaned down to kiss
her.

His lips were so smooth and soothing as
they lazily kissed, stretched out on Asty’s bed, underneath a canopy of fake spider
web. It was beyond perfect, and she massaged his back, memorizing where the hot
cum landed on her body. This was so hot. Even hotter when he rested his weight
on her, and the cum rubbed between them. Thinking about going back to quickies
and stealing kisses was making her so unhappy that she decided to forget about
it and focus on the now—on the strong muscles of Hunter’s back and the way his
tongue knew exactly how to tease hers.

She moved her leg up his thigh and
eventually hooked it across it, just to be closer. Arousal was still buzzing
inside her, now slightly subdued and more focused on touching than the incoming
fireworks of orgasm. This was definitely her nicest first time.

Hunter’s hands slid up and down her body,
caressing her skin, and it made her feel special, no matter how corny that
sounded even in her mind. “You seemed to be enjoying yourself. Am I right?” he
finally spoke, lying on top of her, his weight pleasantly keeping her in place.

She chewed on her lip, but this couldn’t
keep her smile at bay. “You are correct, sir,” she said, slowly wiggling her
chest under him. It was almost as if the sex loaded her batteries instead of
tiring her out.

Hunter snorted. “So it’s like that now,
huh? You want me to start calling you m’lady and wearing a fedora?”

Asty scowled and punched him on the arm.
“Eww! Don’t joke like that!”

“Okay, okay!” He laughed and pulled himself
up all of a sudden. “Oh shit. Your belly. Am I not crushing you?” Hunter rolled
over to the side and looked at her stomach. There was barely a bump yet.

Asty kissed his cheek and rolled to her
side to face him. “Don’t worry. It’s so tiny even I can’t feel it yet,” she
promised and rested her head on his bicep.

Hunter traced her belly with his fingers,
but then his touch traveled up to her spunk-stained breasts, and he took his
time tracing them and painting all over her skin with his sperm.

Asty arched back and watched him with a
satisfied smile. “But that was really nice.”

“Can I stay for a while? Since Priest comes
back tomorrow afternoon? I really don’t wanna go back to the club. It’s cold
and empty.”

Asty swallowed hard and pulled on a strand
of his hair. “Please, stay. This place can get cold and empty, too,” she
whispered. Since Mom’s death, she was alone most of the time, with Dad busy at
the club. He didn’t even come back home every night, as he had a room at the
clubhouse.

“I doubt that with a pussy as hot as
yours.” Hunter gave her a cocky grin and slid his fingers down her body, all
the way to her wet pussy lips.

Asty sighed and raised her leg to let him
in. “I never invited any guy here before.”

“I imagine they’d be scared. With that big-ass
knife on your cupboard.” Hunter snorted, still playing with her slippery labia.

She snorted. “Right. Not everyone is you
and bursts in through the window, ready to steal good girls.”

“I wouldn’t do that to a good girl. She’d
call the cops.” Hunter grinned and hugged her close.

“Busted.” Asty kissed the tip of his nose.

They talked a bit more, but eventually,
Hunter dozed off, so Asty pulled a blanket over their naked bodies and watched
him sleep. She had planned plenty of things for this evening, but none of them
seemed of any importance now that she had Hunter in her bed, his handsome face
relaxed and innocent. She had the urge to trace his slightly open lips with her
fingertips but didn’t want to disturb his slumber, so she just looked at him
and imagined how it would be to have him over every night, to be cozy under the
comforter and drink cocoa together while watching horror movies. Like a normal
couple.

The things he told her that night gave a
whole new dimension to him, and she couldn’t wait to uncover more layers of his
personality and past. She couldn’t help herself. She wanted Hunter around, and
she wanted him to be there for the baby. He could be so sweet and caring, and
so rough and hot other times. She felt special with him. Not like a girl. Like
a woman. And as much as she shouldn’t focus on a man when she had a ritual to
finish in seven months, it was easier said than done. She couldn’t say no to
Hunter anymore.

Asty

Asty awoke, broken out of a dream where she
tried to desperately keep a door closed while someone attempted to pull it
open. She had no idea who it was or why her dream alter ego was so set on
protecting access to the 50s-style kitchen where she’d been in her mind. But as
reality sank in, the warm hardness of a masculine chest behind her reminded her
where she was and what she had been doing for most of the night. When she
lifted the comforter, she found Hunter’s arm draped over her hip. His breath
was tickling her nape, but the smile on her face turned sour when she realized
what awoke her. A chopper had stopped by her house, and that meant that her
father or one of his friends was here.

She quickly rolled to her stomach and shook
Hunter’s arm.

He squinted at her and began to smile, but
then he must have heard the door opening downstairs. “Oh, shit,” he whispered
and looked around in panic, rolling off the bed to grab his jeans.

Asty followed him and swiftly picked up her
pajama shorts and top. They should have used the damn alarm clock! It was
almost eleven AM!

“Asty, I’m home,” Priest called out
somewhere downstairs, and she grew even more frantic, looking around to spot
anything that needed to stay hidden if her Dad chose to come upstairs.

The moment his footsteps echoed in the
staircase, Asty grabbed Hunter’s arm and tugged him toward her bathroom.
“Quick, get in there!” she whispered, grabbing his boxer shorts on the way.

Hunter kicked his boots under the desk with
his eyes wide. “Hide the cello,” he hissed just before she closed the bathroom
door.

Asty glanced back, her mind frantic, and
each movement she heard outside her room was like an ever-quickening clock
counting down the time to her doom. The cello rested on her desk, and she
grabbed its sturdy frame before stuffing it underneath her bed. A knocking on
the door made her freeze, but she quickly grabbed a book from a pile on her
nightstand and fell into her armchair.

“Come in!”

Fortunately, the vanilla candles she had used
last night would mask any trace of Hunter’s cologne.

“Hey, Asty,” Dad said and walked in,
leaving snow on her floor. “I wanted to talk to you. Do you have a minute?”

She squeezed her hand on the book, wanting
to shout
no
, but she knew it would be weird if she dismissed him while
sitting in her pajamas and reading. “Yes. How was your night? Did you win at
pool this time?”

“I lost, but it doesn’t matter. I had a
good chat with my guys, but before that, what’s up with the chair in the yard?”
He sat in another armchair with a long sigh.

Asty opened and closed her mouth, fishing
her brain for ideas. “Oh, right! I forgot to take it back home. I wanted to do
this picture with the trees and needed to elevate myself for the right angle.”
She wanted to cry with relief that the snow must have covered Hunter’s
footprints.

Priest sighed. “So … I wanted to say I’m
sorry for the way I took this baby thing. I just … I didn’t think it would
happen this way for you. But it will be fine, I’ll help you out any way I can.
You know Don’s son, Alex, right? He was an unplanned baby and turned out kinda
okay.”

Asty frowned. “He’s very okay. He became a
doctor.”

Dad huffed and pursed his lips. “Yeah. So I
came early today. I had to get it off my chest face to face. You’re my baby
girl, and I’ll support this grandkid. Don’t you worry. But if you could tell me
more about the guy, that would be mighty helpful.”

Asty mindlessly glanced toward the bathroom
but quickly caught herself and cleared her throat. This was so uncomfortable,
and she couldn’t just say anything that came to her mind with Hunter listening.
“I mean ... it was Halloween. He was wearing ... corpsepaint,” she muttered,
suddenly remembering just how hot it had made Hunter. She needed to ask him to
wear it for her again.

“What?” Dad frowned and leaned forward in
the armchair.

Asty chewed on her lip. “You know ... like
this stage makeup metal bands wear,” she said, waving her hand toward a poster
of God Seed on the wall.

“Oh, so he was in a band?” Dad asked
good-naturedly, and she could just see that he was calculating how much that
narrowed his search.

She shook her head. “No. He was dressed up
for a Halloween party as a member of a band. God Seed are from Norway.”

Dad sighed. “I know your mom had this talk
with you, but I think we need to speak about this again. There is no way around
it. You need to use protection, okay? If you don’t know how to go about it, or
if you need to get the pill, I’ll schedule you an appointment at the clinic.”

Asty flushed with a heat so powerful she
was embarrassed even in front of Behemoth, who walked inside with a quiet meow.
And Hunter was listening to all this ...

“Dad, I know all about this. Obviously, the
condom failed. Maybe it was too small for him and broke ... or something,” she
uttered, dying of shame. “And I’ll only need the pill after the baby’s born.”

“Right, right. The baby. I keep
forgetting.” He laughed nervously and got up.
Finally.

Asty exhaled, feeling like she could
actually get to him now. It was worth a shot. “Dad, I know you have the best
intentions, but I don’t want this guy to be found. I don’t know him,” she
muttered.

Dad hit the wall with so much fury one of
her framed posters fell down, and she gasped.

“Motherfucker should have known better.”

She cleared her throat, looked at him, and
prepared for an explosion. “And if he’s out of the picture, maybe I could
actually date someone ... if you promise not to stalk them. You know, like you
did that guy who liked me in junior high.”

“He was a little shithead punk!” Dad took a
deep breath. “But yes. I know you’re old enough. It’s just hard to process.
Let’s just wait ‘til the baby’s born.”

Asty scowled. “I can’t know when I meet
someone ...”

“Enough. Asty, really. Sure, be on the
lookout or whatever, but at least give me this much peace. I have enough on my
plate as it is with these new guys in the club at each other’s throats.”

Asty rubbed her face, wanting to scream her
rage, but she just nodded. “Okay. Let’s talk about this another time.”

“Great.” He pulled her close and kissed her
forehead before heading for the door.

Asty peeked at the closed door to her
bathroom. “I think I’ll have a nap now.”

“You do whatever you like. I just needed to
come and get this out of the way,” he said before leaving.

She chewed on her lip, somewhat deflated.
“Okay, Dad. See you around,” she said to herself before very slowly turning the
key in her door. She rested her forehead against the wood for a few seconds and
walked up to the bathroom. “You can come out.”

“Fucking hell,” Hunter whispered. He had
taken his jeans in with him, so he had those on already, but he started
frantically putting on his boots and then his jacket.

Asty spread her arms, looking up at him. “I
know.”

He zipped up his jacket over naked skin and
dashed for the window. “You be good.” He gave her a quick kiss.

Asty followed him. “What about the cello?”

Hunter looked down, with one leg out of the
window already. His eyes softened. “Will you keep it safe for me?”

Asty nodded and leaned in for a last kiss,
nuzzling him briefly before she pulled away. Her gaze swept over all the snow
and she petted his shoulder. “Get down safe.”

“I’ll be fine as long as I don’t meet your
dad in the driveway.” Hunter winked at her and climbed down without much
trouble.

Asty waved at him and kept her eyes on his
back for as long as he was visible. When he walked behind the house, she closed
the window and slowly stepped away from it, looking around the room, which
still smelled of yesterday’s candles. She noticed a black tangle of fabric on
the chair where Dad had sat just moments ago, and  her head felt light. It was
a T-shirt, and it most definitely wasn’t hers.

She took it in her hand and it rolled out,
big enough to be a mini dress for her. It had a photo of the Cries of Decay at
the front. It was a tour T-shirt from the concert after which they had first
fucked. She turned it to look at the back, and yes, even the date was right.

“That’s a nice souvenir,” she muttered, and
she fondled the fabric. As she sat in the chair, her hands rolled to her face,
almost of their own accord, and she buried her nose in the fragrant cotton. It
smelled just like Hunter, and she curled up in the armchair, enjoying the faint
contact. It would have been nice if he could have stayed for lunch.

Phantom heat trickled down her back, and
she pulled off her pajamas, only to replace them with the T-shirt, which
reached all the way to her thighs. Hunter was such a big, strong guy. He beat
up Ray because of her. Just wearing his clothes was making her all giddy on the
inside. She eventually covered the cello with fabric, for protection, and
rolled into bed in what would surely become her new favorite nightgown.

“Hey, Hunter, do you know what you left
behind?” she whispered as she typed on her phone. She attached a photo of
herself in the T-shirt and sent it to him, rolling into the blanket that they
slept under.

The answer came within seconds.

“You.”