CHAPTER NINETEEN
GRACE
Naked, bare as the day I was born, I take in his prone form, my eyes slowly raking across the chiseled lines of his chest. It’s so wide, so fucking hard, ink cutting through its glossy shadow.
His eyes are lingering just as long on my chest, at the pink fingers of my nipples so flushed and erect. “It’s not polite to stare,” I suggest breathlessly.
I don’t know if it’s the life-threatening situation we’re in or the crappy motel with its paperbark curtains and fifties trimmings, but I want to get dirty.
Hunter sits up and grabs me around the waist, pulling me forward over his torso. “I was done with polite a long time ago.”
I lift myself up and scoot forward until the hot divide of my sex is inches from his face. “Pity. I was going to let you lick my pussy if you said please.”
A wry smile forms, his fingers gripping my ass hard. “Hmm, quite the conundrum.”
I shift forward so he can feel the heat radiating from the space between my thighs, see how wet I am for him, his tongue and lips. “Be a good boy. Say it.”
“Fuck that,” he says, drawing me down against his face. His tongue drives deep into my slit. I want to pull away, resist and play this game out, but with the lapping of his tongue leaves the last bit of control I had.
I run my fingers through his hair, pulling him against me, crushing him against my slickness.
He’s greedy, his tongue lashing my clit and folds, dipping and curling and ever-exploring the folds and recesses that have suddenly lit up like a Christmas tree at his touch.
He draws away panting hard, his lips glistening with my desire. “You taste so fucking good, so fucking wet.”
I pull his head back into place. “So get back to work.”
I grind against him—against the rocky ridge of his chin, see-sawing on his beautiful face until everything swells and knits inside me, building and building in both excitement and trepidation.
A tingling starts from my toes, running up between my legs to meet his tongue, a billion tiny butterflies swimming around in my stomach.
I reach back with one hand and take hold of his cock, softly stroking it while I continue to rock gently against his face.
I bite my lip to stop a loud moan from escaping my mouth. No one would care in this shithole. I don’t imagine someone screaming is a rarity, but I want to hold it in, to quietly tread the edge of insanity until I can’t take a single second more.
His tongue flickers against my clit and I let out a pained whimper, my breath hitching when his cock jerks in my grip. He can’t get enough of me, of my sex.
Normally I look at fear and spit in its face, but this situation we’re in is different. This is life and death, which is perhaps why I’m so scared, knowing this could be the last time we’re together, the last time I’m alive, truly. It’s a funny feeling staring into a mirror and finally seeing your mortality staring back. Already I know the climax that is coming is going to be far stronger than any I’ve weathered before, a cataclysm of sensation that might take me well before a bullet does.
Wouldn’t be a bad way to go, I ponder.
Hunter throws me off him, taking me by the ankles and flipping me over.
“What are you d—” I protest, but I don’t get that far before he slams into me with one hard thrust, now the aggressor, the timidity from our initial encounter gone.
Right now, he’s more animal than man.
He presses my head into the mattress with one hand, the other on the small of my back drawing me harder, deeper against his mighty cock.
My eyes roll into the back of my head, my mouth caught open in a silent scream, because this, this is new territory.
And I goddamn like it.
I’m so fucking full it’s ridiculous, stretched wide by his length. There’s a soft burn, a welcome burn as he fucks me, doing his best to drive me through the mattress with every powerful thrust.
I glance back and note the sweat beading across his forehead, how tight his jaw is caught in concentration. He’s fighting it, holding off the inevitable.
I move my hips as much as I can, the ache between my thighs building, my tongue suddenly dry and limp in my mouth.
He flips me over again—far from gentle—and presses his lips hard against my own. He sucks my tongue into his mouth, his lips stained with the aftertaste of my own tart arousal. I moan against his lips, clawing at his scalp, gripping him with such strength there’s no doubt it’s going to leave a permanent mark.
My body shivers as the head of his cock presses against my opening.
He folds my legs, pressing them against my chest and sliding slowly into the tight grip of my pussy. I bite my lip lest I scream like the blue bloody murder. He’s so deep in this position I can feel every ridge and bump on the surface of his cock, the silky shaft of it so fitting against my own wet flesh.
His sickeningly blue eyes are not his own as he stares down at me, his powerful hands holding my legs in position. He slams into me with fresh violence. He’s out of control, wild. I only want more, all of him—whatever wasted end that means.
I know my own eyes are dilated and distant as I watch him work. His chest flexes with every pained thrust, that tight tingle that started in my stomach starting to turn inward and threatening to explode.
I try to match his movements as best I can, but he’s too powerful, in complete control. All I can do is surrender.
One of his hands lets go of my leg. He flattens it out and slowly moves it up my chest before reaching my breasts and the sensitive treasures they hold. He takes a nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
I tense, knowing what’s coming.
He twists, enough for me to see stars, and this time I can’t contain the scream, letting it fill my lungs and throat.
My entire body tightens like a mouse trap.
Who the hell is this guy?
Hello, the real Hunter Beckett.
“Is that how you like it?” he barks.
“Yes,” I moan, breathless. “Yes.”
He twists harder and at the same time uses his other hand to swiftly spank the upturned cheek of my ass.
I gasp, chocking, because this is insane—the pain and the pleasure and everything swirling and mixing together inside me like a hormonal maelstrom.
“Hu—”
That’s all I can get out as he twists the nipple again, spanking the same cheek so hard and directly the sweet pain of it spans out through my entire body.
It’s my undoing. My core clenches for what seems like eternity before I fall, convulsing and flapping on the mattress in the throes of the greatest orgasm of my life, so deep and powerful I shake like I’m having a seizure.
Hunter screams himself, letting go of the nipple and gripping my thigh, his entire weight coming over my body as his cock starts to pulse and fire.
My eyes roll to white and all I see are faint lights pulsing in time with my climax, a numb blanket falling over my brain.
It goes on forever, his cock continuing to pump its release deep into the hot pocket of my pussy as I struggle and gasp for breath.
Finally, Hunter slumps sideways, his semi-hard cock slipping free and the void it has left beyond wide and fearfully open.
“I’m sorry,” he pants, his eyes on the area of my ass he drove his hand to, the red bloom that has set up place there.
I can’t help but laugh, my vision slowly coming back into focus. “Don’t be. I haven’t been spanked that hard since Sister Mary caught me masturbating behind the bleachers.”
“You what?”
“The sight of hot guys running around a basketball court sweating, handling balls doesn’t turn you on?
He takes me in his arms, locking my gaze. “I think you should have a pretty good idea what turns me on by now.”
“And what’s that?” I tease.
His hand runs down between us, a single finger sliding into my pussy. “It ain’t paperwork. I can tell you that much.”
I shake my head, laughing. “Paperwork? We’ll be lucky if we get out of this alive.”
He climbs back over me, his cock not having lost a single inch. “All the more reason to make the most of the moment.”