Chapter 7

 

Going to sleep after being in such close contact with Hunter and with her fantasy about him dancing in her had been a really bad idea. Her dreams, just like the myriad ones before them, had thrown the enigmatic cop in as the focus point.

She had tossed and turned and sighed and moaned in her sleep as her mind pictured detailed fantasies of their mouths trapped in a heated kiss. Their hands roaming over the other’s warm skin and their bare bodies slickly sliding against each other in enraptured bliss.

Keisha had woken in a haze of arousal, and unconsciously she had reached over to the other side of the bed only to grasp empty sheets.

“Damn it.” She had cursed quietly as her fist clenched.

Falling on her back she pressed her hands to her eyes and tried hard to get herself under control. It was immeasurably hard to do as the object of her fantasies was just in the other room.

The small trembles in her stomach weren't lessening and the more she tried to dismiss them the more they strengthened. It was futile lying in her bed with her subconscious on the verge of torturing her.

She needed something to occupy mind more than the haunting dreams. So, she got out of the comfortable bed and on the edge, ruffled her hair. She didn't bother dragging a robe over her body and left the room in her soft shirt and loose shorts.

The living room was dark but she knew her way to the kitchen. She stepped forward only to feel her arm heard the sharp and alarming scrape of metal on metal.

“Ah! Jesus, Mary, and Joseph!" Keisha gasped in fright as she made out a shadowed form sitting in a corner of her living room and the glint of silver steel in his hand, “Don’t do that shit, Hunter!”

The small smooth scrape of metal on metal continued as Hunter kept sharpening his knife. “What are you doing up?”

Keisha bristled for a moment and narrowed her eyes, “What are you doing up? Shouldn’t you be resting?”

She couldn't really make it out but from what she saw Hunter was giving her a look that sympathizers would give a mental patient, but his derisive tone made it more apparent. "I'm on guard duty, which guard do you know of sleep on the job?"

He had a point but she wasn’t going to concede to it. The tense mood she was in especially after that dream she had woken up from, wouldn’t allow her to do so. And he didn’t need to know that she had dreamt of him sucking her breast till she cried out either.

“Whatever,” Keisha mumbled and raked a hand through her hair, “I couldn’t sleep. I’m going to make some warm milk, want any tea or something?”

“No,” Hunter said before standing up.

It was still dark but the little light coming from the hallway's nightlight was enough for her to see that he was shirtless and the lines of corded muscles of his chest and abdomen were more than enough to make her mind spin. The dark stylistic tribal tattoo on his chest and upper arm only made him look more feral.

Gathering the iron-clad control she prided herself on Keisha nonchalantly shrugged. "Suit yourself."

She softly padded into the kitchen and dialed the lights overhead into a soft golden haze. She was insanely attuned to Hunter right behind her as she opened the fridge and took out the jug of milk.

“Do you always wear a t-shirt and boxers to bed?”

Grabbing a mug and pouring some of the liquid into it she shrugged, “When it suits me, yeah.”

Putting the cup in the microwave she pressed in the time and then braced herself to face the half-naked man whose eyes had never left her from the moment she had stumbled into the living room.

She made sure to look into his eyes instead of the washboard abs and defined pectorals of his chest. “That look of yours in unnerving, you know. I feel like you’re flaying me alive.”

“Really,” Hunter smirked and deliberately ran his eyes over her from the crown of her head to her toes. “That’s a… interesting choice of words.”

Forcing her eyes to the slowly spinning cup inside the microwave Keisha felt her palm go damp. She didn’t dare admit that his gaze also felt like he was undressing her too.

The silence between them was deafening but the welcoming beep from the machine gave Keisha a well-needed distraction as she took the warm cup out, moved to the table and sat down. Hunter was still leaning on with the waist of his plain cargo pants slipping dangerously low on his pelvis the wall while slowly twirling his knife.

“Oh god,” Keisha groaned with her hands around the cup, “Will you just sit down, you and that goddamn knife are making me nervous.”

A low husky chuckle came from the bare-chested man but he still moved over, “Didn’t think the unflappable Keisha had it in her to get nervous.”

"Well she does," Keisha replied purposely terming herself in the third person before sipping her milk, "When a trained assassin is in my house with a field knife longer than my arm."

Hunter tilted the weapon to the light and Keisha noted the glint of the light over the wicked steel edge. “It’s a beauty, isn’t it?”

It was absurd but the way Hunter held the blade and the flex of his muscles with every small motion made the want in her body flare. Unconsciously, she clenched her legs under the table.

“Hm,” Keisha answered noncommittally while sipping her milk.

The air settled for a moment before Hunter braced his arms on the table and slowly asked, "Why couldn't you sleep?"

She blew a soft breath over the warm milk while shifted under the table, “Bad dreams.”

“As in nightmares?”

Keisha laughed quietly and shot a look out the window to the dark skies outside, “You could say that, if the one thing you wanted was just dancing in front of you and you can’t have it, was a nightmare.”

She didn’t have the strength to look at him and focused on the thin almost invisible hairs on his minutely flexing forearms. Her eyes dipped to his hands, his broad hands with the rough calluses from years of training and felt the acute longing of them running over her skin. Stroking and caressing her needy self to the begging and breaking point.

“And what would that be?”

At the sound of his low voice, she blinked the fantasy away and looked up into his shadowed eyes.

He was just an arm's length away but it felt like a mile was between them. A strong fantasy of Hunter dragging his lips down her body, of him using his lips and teeth in a primal way of marking and claiming her as his territory. She felt the phantom pleasure of his fiery kiss, igniting every part of her while her hand was buried in his hair.

She felt the absent pleasure of him slowly tugging her shirt over her head and tracing his rough hands down her stomach. She acutely felt the missing feel of his hands on her hip and squeezed her backside. The ache for him to be over her and in her was swamping her mind and it was too much for her to handle now.

Marshalling every shred of strength, she had she took a last drink of the milk and flit her tongue out to snag the last drop that was in the corner of her mouth. She was so conflicted trying to control herself she didn’t see a dark look deepen in his eyes.

She couldn’t take it anymore; every night she dreamt of him and every morning she woke up with the bereft loss. During the day it was inevitable that her thoughts strayed to him which made the night cycle worse.

And now, this, being so close to him was nothing but torture.

Looking at him she said a bit tightly, “Nothing for you to worry about, goodnight Hunter.”

She stood up and after placing the cup in the sink and turned around fully prepared to pass lonely and longing night only to feel Hunter push her face forward into the wall.

She gasped deeply when his body pressed into her and through the cloth of his pants, she felt a generous and growing erection against her backside. Every muscle in her body went tight and her breath stopped in her lungs.

“Hunter,” she said carefully, even though her voice was on the verge of breaking. “What are you doing?”

Her answer was the detective pressing his face into the crook of her neck and running his nose over the skin there. He then pressed his mouth to her ear, "You're wet, aren't you?"

Keisha went cold as her eyes widened in stunned fright, “What makes you think that?”

Hunter's hands caged her hips, "Your body betrayed you. You were flushed and your breathing changed. The tablecloth shifted and the muscles in your shoulders tensed while you were clenching your legs together. I'm right, aren't I?"

With her face twisted to the left of the cold wall and heat behind her, Keisha didn't have the presence of mind to utter anything, especially since he was right. She could only swallow heavily.

Hunted nosed as her jaw, "Would you like me to test that theory, Keisha? Would you like me to touch you?"

Solidly believing this was out of reality Keisha nodded and felt Hunter's right-hand curve over her bottom and slip between her legs. His hand pressed right against the wet spot of her shorts his fingers slipped under the loose shorts and pressed right up against her panties.

The trace of his fingers over her sex was soft but managed to kindle a fire into her. “I was right Keisha, you’re soaking.”

He then started to stroke her through the cloth and a deep shudder ran through her whole body. It didn't surprise her then after a few more stokes his fingers had bypassed her panties and move to run over her wet flesh directly.

Keisha's breath was nonexistent as every pass of his fingers robbed her of the life-giving element. Her eyes were closed as her head arched back to his chest. Hunter then sank two fingers deep inside her and Keisha cried out.

“Are you burning Keisha?”

"You have no idea how hard," she barely managed to say with the feel of his fingers inside her.

"Good," Hunter growled in her ear and started to move his fingers. "God, you're tight."

Stars were behind her eyes as he fingered her. Her legs widened even more and her hand reached up to grab his hair. Hunter's mouth was on her neck, nibbling at her heated skin while his hands stroked the fire beneath into furnace.

His left hand then moved from her hip up under her t-shirt and to pinch her nipple before closing over the rounded breast.

Keisha was insensate to anything outside of Hunter now. It was all him, all she could feel, see or smell was him. She felt his rough fingers stroking her tender walls, felt the small stubble on his chin and smelled the woody cologne on his skin.

His thumb then started to circle her clit and Keisha felt that deep sensation or orgasm climbing in her body. Her belly and legs started shivering as the sensation rose and overcame her mind and she came with a gasping cry.

Hunter’s movement didn’t stop as he stroked her thoroughly wet passage through her release and was still kneading her breast.

Coming down from the high Keisha was about to say something when Hunter took his hand from inside her and placed both wet digits before them.

“I wonder what you taste like…” Hunter murmured before he sucked both wet fingers into his mouth. Keisha felt arousal run through her like a river at that simple act before Hunter dipped and lifted her bridal style.

“What are you doing?” she barely could ask.

“Taking you to your bed so I can take you properly,” Hunter said tightly as he entered the shadowed bedroom. He sat her on the bed and grasped the hem of her t-shirt and pulled it off.

Her breasts, budded with tight nipples were bare, when Hunter dropped to his knee and tugged her shorts and soiled underwear off.

“Scoot up,” Hunter ordered in a dark voice.

Keisha tried to scramble up but apparently, she wasn't fast enough for Hunter who had taken on a dangerous air. He took her knees up and spread them and latched his teeth into the inner thigh.

"Ah!" Keisha cried out as her back arched and pleasure raced up her spine. Hunter then licked the bite before he reached his prize.

When the first lick to her wet mound registered in her mind Keisha was stunned to silence and it was only when it happened a second time she buried her hand into his hair and cried out with a lustful cry as he orally pleasured her.

His tongue was rough like a big cat’s as he lapped at her inner walls before he pushed his spear like tongue right into her. Her whole body was tight as Hunter sucked, lapped and licked at her begging sex till she was a shuddering mess.

Slowly he dragged the mobile muscle up from her dripping mound and dipped it into her belly button. He then lightly bit at the folds of her skin all the way to her abdomen and then took her left breast in his mouth.

The heat of that enclosure over her tender nipple made shudders run through Keisha’s body and she closed her legs over his still half-clothed body. While sucking her breast Hunter pushed her left leg over his shoulder and sank his fingers back inside her. She couldn’t help moaning at his motions pumping her wet canal in a cruel parody of what a certain part of his anatomy she wanted to be doing to her.

Loosening her hands from his hair Keisha reached down and tugged the waist of his pants down. She then felt the warm arch of his member against her inner thigh. Why did it not surprise her that Hunter was going commando?

She tangled her hands in his hair and arched her spine, "I want you leaking down my throat. I want to taste you."

Hunter stilled for a moment then his mouth broke free and a dark laugh was on her skin before he nipped at her collarbone, “In time, but now I want to be inside you. You’re so tight; I want to you to close around me and milk me dry.”

That she couldn’t disagree with as everything inside was begging for him to be deep inside her. A bit delirious she panted, “Do you h-”

“I’m a boy scout Keisha,” Hunter grinned wolfishly while standing and shucking off the rest of his pants off, “I’m always prepared.”

From a pocket, he pulled out a few foil packets and threw them on the bed. He then smacked Keisha's leg, "Turn over."

Obediently, she turned over on her belly and felt Hunter place a pillow under her belly and she felt the bed dip with his weight. In a moment his warm skin was pressed against her backside and inner leg and then she really felt the size of his cock.

Her legs were pulled further apart and Hunter bent over her. His arms were on both sides of her as his mouth started to trace down her spine. The trail of his tongue down her spine only heightened her anticipation and when he stopped at the apex of her butt, his lips lifted.

The sound of foil tearing resounded in her ears like a music to her ears and then she felt the dome of his length pushing inside. Slowly and thickly he breached the wet passage and with every inch, Keisha felt herself expand to fit him.

God, he was thick…and she loved every thick, pulsing inch of it.

When his thighs met her backside, Keisha fell face on the bed and shuddered with the fullness so deep inside her. He had bottomed out and god damn it, it felt mind-blowing. Hunter pulled out an inch and Keisha bit into her inner arm in delicious despair.

"Please," she half begged with a ragged voice, "Do it, I can take it. I need you to."

“Never doubted you could,” Hunter said in a tone that wasn’t any less rugged than hers.

And then he started to move and the delicious burn of their connection was starting to consume them. Hunter’s slow deep and smooth thrusts had Keisha’s body quivering. Her hips lifted to meet Hunter’s thrusts with her wall tightening with every thrust to hear the prize of his deep guttural groans.

Sweat was starting to build on her skin as a moaning Keisha rolled her waist trying to get more of him inside her. But no matter how she tried to wordlessly egg him on, Hunter seemed determined to drag it out; he was bent on savoring the tightness and heat surrounding him.

The thickness inside her was making her mind spin, it might be her addled brain but she swore she felt his cock swell with every push inside her.

But then something shifted, he pressed against some place in her and a half shuddering scream erupted from her mouth. And then neither could go slowly anymore. Hunter’s hand held a death grip on her hips as he thrust sharply into her.

She was on her hands and knees now with her head up and mouth open as the hard sex continued. It felt like an iron rod was slamming inside her and her belly was so tight that her channel held was a constant vice clench around Hunter battering dick.

Her breasts were moving with his motion until Hunter pulled out grabbed her and spun her on his lap. Keisha got the message and sank down on him and then started to rock.

It was so deeper this way, and Hunter latched his mouth on her breast as she rode him counterpoint to his deep thrusts. With her head back and her lungs fighting for air Keisha clenched around him so hard she heard him hiss.

Falling forward she buried her face in his collarbone, lifting and sinking on the stiff rod within her. She was begging, babbling and rolling her body with Hunter’s sharp staccato thrusts while her blunt nails sank into his lower back.

The tiny hairs on his belly made a friction between her skin and his and that only made her lust fiercer. His thighs under her were so strong to hold her furiously riding body and his cock had stretched her to the max.

Everything in her built and built with white-hot pleasure blinding her until it erupted behind her eyes. Her body went into rigor and then she, with a scream, was coming and coming hard. Dimly, she felt Hunter stiffen and heard his low shout of release even as he thrust her through her orgasm.

Eyes closed tight, Keisha sat there on his lap with his half hard member still inside her, trying to work through the shivers and shudders wracking her body.

Never in her life had she felt that kind of volcanic eruption of lust, heat, and pleasure that had just assaulted her body. Tears were threatening to fall behind her eyes but she fought them back.

She didn’t want to move as her walls were still clenching around him and he felt so good inside her.

It was a soft stroke to her neck that made her open her eyes and the look in his eyes clearly told her that he wanted to get rid of the used latex. She then pressed her lips to the side of his neck in substitution for something she couldn't say.

Slowly, she let go of him and with his help eased off his member. The tip was so full of semen that it was dripping down the side.

Hazily, her eyes met his; they were a shade of dark and satisfied forest green. Their eyes met for a long while before Hunter rested his forehead on hers. By mutual understanding, they separated and while Hunter went to the bathroom to dispose of the used condom while Keisha grabbed the covers and bunched them to her chin.

The residual trembles from that earth-shaking round of copulation were still under her skin.

What had just happened? And more importantly, what was going to happen? Was Hunter going to go cold on her as just a means to their mutual end or was he going to come back and propose some kind of arrangement? It was plain that they wanted each other but could she really go on with a ‘booty call’ relationship?

“My head is hurting from all that deep thinking you’re doing.” Hunter’s amused voice came from her left.

Keisha looked up at him and her wordless look was enough for him to understand. Hunter tugged the sheets up and slid in, “It’s too late for going all Archimedes on me, we’ll figure it out in the cold rays of sunlight, so shut that brain off and let get some rest.”

Surprised at both his words and actions Keisha simply nodded and rested her head on his chest and surprisingly found her voice. “O-okay.”

 

*****

 

It was about five thirty in the morning when Hunter instinctively reached over and checked his phone. The ex-Marine, careful to not disturb the woman resting on his chest, reached to the bedside table and swiped the device open only to see three missed calls; they were all from last night.

There was message to and from its timestamp had come in just after the calls and when he read it a cold pit formed in his stomach. It was from a technocrat in the cybercrimes department and it read, ‘The PC seized from the house in University City, 34 Ogden Rd, and Nash is registered to Keisha Al-Habar.’

Hunter twisted his head to take a good look at the beauty resting on his chest, sleeping with a peaceful and angelic air to her. Could that be a front for the devil residing underneath?

Once again Hunter felt his doubts about her innocence return, just doubled in strength this time.