Chapter Seven

Hunter

I left Saylor to herself for an hour. She needed to work, and what that entailed was none of my business. Still, I hated the idea of her putting her whole life out there for the world and all of its haters and trolls to see.

I had my own backlog of work so I settled on the couch, scanning emails and making calls, bitching to my staff that I was supposed to be on vacation and couldn’t they leave me the fuck alone? Through it all, I doubt a minute passed when I wasn’t distracted by the thought of a woman I found astonishingly attractive being in a bedroom just along the hall.

Nothing like the allure of something you can’t have to make it pull up a chair in the forefront of your mind.

Except, was that really the case here?

I was a problem solver, but where Saylor was concerned, I was tired of breaking it down—Rex, Matt, cousins, exes, friends. In truth, they didn’t matter in this equation. This was between Saylor and me. I shoved my laptop to one side and headed along the hallway.

The house had six bedrooms and even more bathrooms. As far as luxury rentals in the area went, this was one of the best, and I was certain it would prove itself a good investment for our company. But tonight I’d rather be staying in something small, more personal, less space. Less opportunity for Saylor to hide away from me.

Soft light leaked from around her bedroom door which was open a few inches. I leaned against the doorjamb and watched her on the bed, cross-legged in a nest of pillows, surrounded by devices. Laptop, phone, camera, and the juxtaposition of a low-tech pencil she chewed, nose screwed up as her fingers rapped in staccato clicks on the laptop keys.

I had the focus of an obsessed stalker. Every movement she made fascinated me. I could smell the faint traces of perfume and the distinct scent of Saylor that added texture to the air. I filled my lungs with her, my body reacting every time I was near her. I still tasted her kiss over the salty, sweet chocolate we’d shared and it made me want to share all of me with all of her.

Shifting from view, I leaned against the wall, pulled out my cell, tapped a message and hit send.

—What are you wearing?—

I heard her phone chime immediately, but I was forced to breathe through a minute before she responded.

—La Perla babydoll. Matching briefs. You?—

—Same. Except my briefs don’t match. They’re blue. The BD is pink—

Her chuckle reached me in the hallway. We were both lying. She was wearing sweatpants and a tight little T-shirt that didn’t quite cover the smooth skin of her stomach. I typed my next message.

—Do you always kiss and run?—

—Only when I’m attracted to the man I shouldn’t have kissed—

—Is this the same guy you just made hard by telling him you’re wearing sexy lingerie?—

—Yeah, that’s him. Have you seen him around?—

This time I laughed.

[…]

—I need to stay away from him—

—He needs to stay away from you, too—

—Why?—

Fuck. This was the turning point. Step away or dive right in. I forced all thoughts of Matt and Rex out of my head.

—Because when he’s around her all he thinks about are the dirty things he wants to do to her—

I hit send and waited.

—Same—

My chest tightened. That she felt the same made me both relieved and agitated.

—Shame about your vow of sologamy. How’s the celibacy working for you?—

—Sologamy ≠ Celibacy—

—Glad to hear that…so…who’s the pretty lingerie for? —

— Me —

—You dress up for yourself?—

—Sure I do. If I look hot, I feel hot —

— Glad to hear it. Does it make you want to touch yourself? —

—Nah, I see you…sexy guy leaning against the wall outside my bedroom door. You’re the one who makes me want to touch myself —

—I’m the one who’d love to watch—

I didn’t care that the territory might be uncharted. I was happy to take the risk of running on to rocks, but the pause between our messages stretched so long I figured Saylor was trying to come up with a way to back out. I sent another message.

— Didn’t mean to spook you —

—’s okay. Got stage fright —

— Happy to be the director. I have a prompt script —

I should have added appropriate emojis, or at least a LOLs to let her know I was teasing, but she was back in a flash.

— Kubrick, or Hitchcock? :) —

— Your call —

— Oh, boy. You better get in here … Kubrick —

My balls ached, and I squeezed my cock which throbbed with need. Entering her bedroom, I’d have every inch of my desire on display. Once I’d pushed the door open the sight before me took my breath away. There was no fancy babydoll, but I wasn’t even close to disappointed. Saylor had removed her sweats, and seeing her in a tiny T-shirt and minuscule briefs was way better.

“Hey,” she said, almost shy.

“Hey, sexy.”

Our eyes locked for a moment before she dropped her gaze, tucking her lower lip behind her teeth. The way she cleared her throat, revealed a hint of anxiety. “I have ground rules,” she said.

“Go ahead.”

“You can look, but no touching.”

“I’m fine with that. Do you want me to direct?” I asked.

“Yeah,” she said in a soft, sexy voice. “I want you to tell me what to do.”

“Lift up your T-shirt and show me your pretty breasts.”

She wasn’t wearing a bra and when she raised her shirt, she did it as slow and teasing as a seasoned stripper. Dusky nipples tightened as I watched, each breast a perfect handful.

“You have beautiful breasts, my dick’s getting even harder just looking at them. I’ve suffered all day, when you’ve brushed them against me. That’s been almost unbearable. Naughty girl.”

She giggled. “I didn’t think you’d notice.”

“I’m a man, Saylor, and you’re an incredibly hot woman. I notice everything. When I look at you topless I’m hoping one day I’ll have the opportunity to lick your breasts, take your nipple into my mouth, suck so hard you won’t know whether it’s painful or exquisite.”

Saylor drew a sharp breath as her hand slid across her chest to palm one breast.

“Did I tell you to do that?”

Her eyes widened and she snatched her hand away.

“Good girl. Slide off those panties and open your legs for me. Show me what you’re hiding there.”

“You are filthy, Hunter,” she said.

I nodded. “You make me that way.”

I held my breath, waiting to see if she’d follow my instructions. Her thighs inched apart. “Wider,” I told her. She opened them farther, tucking her heels up towards her butt. Her gaze stayed fixed on my face, her chest rising in quick, short breaths. The hair on her pussy was neatly trimmed, and her lips were plump with arousal.

“Rex didn’t deserve someone as gorgeous as you. Suck your finger, get it nice and wet, then show me how you like to play with your clit.”

I had no idea Saylor would be such a tease, but she worked on her finger exactly the way I’d fantasized about her blowing my cock. Starting at the base, she ran her tongue up all sides with long slurps. Then she turned her mouth into a perfect O and slid her finger in and out, moaning as she worked her head from side to side, until her finger was slick with spit. I shifted uncomfortably against the wall. I’d have the imprint of my zipper along my dick if this went on much longer.

“I’m sure that’s wet enough, you little tease. Rub your clit for me.”

Her finger left her mouth with a pop, and disappeared between her swollen cleft. Her hips lifted.

“Just the clit. No fingers in your pussy until I say so.”

I was spellbound, watching her finger circle her fat nub. Saylor’s head dropped back on the pillows, eyes squeezed shut.

“Eyes open.” I waited until she complied. “Do you like me watching you?” I asked.

“Yeah,” she said. “Are you hard?”

“As fucking granite.”

“Take your cock out and show me. I want to see you. Please, Hunter.”

“Since you asked so nicely.”

I lowered my zipper and freed myself with much relief. The head was wet already and I knew it would take just a few quick jerks for me to blow my load.

“Let’s do this together,” she said.

“Sure.” My voice was as tight as my balls. I squeezed the base of my dick, closing my eyes, thinking about algebra in an attempt to calm down.

“Open your eyes, Hunter,” she said in a low, sexy voice.

“You’re stealing my lines.”

“They’re such good lines, don’t you think?” She’d parted the lips of her pussy, and her finger worked faster around her exposed clit.

The scent of our arousal filled the room.

“Come closer,” she said. “I want a good look at you.”

I’d positioned myself at the foot of her bed. Getting on it would be close to throwing the rules out the window because all I wanted to do was taste her and make her come on my mouth. Then I wanted to bury my cock in her, hard, unrelenting until she climaxed with a scream and a pussy that squeezed my cock so hard it hurt. Rules were for suckers, I decided, getting onto my knees on the comforter, so close to her bent legs I could memorize the small crescent-shaped scar on her knee.

“Look how wet you are,” I said.

“Speak for yourself.”

She was right. My cock was slick with precum. “Put a finger in your pussy, tell me what it feels like.”

The tip of her tongue rubbed her bottom lip. Watch, she mouthed at me.

My focus shot to her hand as she teased her opening with two fingers then slowly slipped them inside.

We groaned together, as she eased them out, glistening with lubrication, then pushed them back in again.

“Describe your pussy to me as you fuck yourself.”

“It’s very tight. The heat’s incredible. I don’t think I’ve ever been this wet. When I stuff myself with my fingers I get this deep ache because I wish it was your fingers inside me. Your cock.”

“Say the word and I’m there.”

“That would be breaking the rules,” she panted. “I’m so close, Hunter. Do you mind if I come?”

“That’s what we’re here for, sweetheart.”

Her hips were making circles on the comforter as she worked her fingers hard and fast.

“Pinch your clit when you’re about to come. Tight. Don’t let go.”

“Fuck,” she yelled, her back arching like a bow, her body shuddering as a fairly intense-looking orgasm shot through her.

My balls tightened as I watched her pussy contract over her slippery fingers. “Where can I come?” I asked.

“On my stomach and breasts.”

I crawled further up the bed until my knees were up against her open thighs. Leaning over, I placed one hand to the side of her to steady myself as I jerked my cock in long strokes.

“You have a beautiful cock. I want you to mark me,” she said.

That did it. The tingling at the base of my spine erupted. The sight of her lying there, asking for my cum, taking me over the edge. My cream hit her belly and bared breasts as I shouted her name. When I finally finished, I collapsed beside her on the comforter.

“You’re delightfully filthy yourself, Saylor,” I muttered as my breathing eased. “How long is this sologamy going to last because if this snowstorm continues, I can think of a lot of things we could do to pass the time.”

Saylor giggled. “Sologamy lasts until I make enough money to do something else. Or, maybe some magazine will give me a regular writing gig.”

“I’ll give you one. Right now.”

She thumped my arm playfully, then went to roll away. Fuck that. It was the second time that night we’d got close only to have her pull away, both physically and, I suspected, emotionally.

I took a firm hold on her arm. “Where are you going?”

“I need to clean up.”

“Stay there.” I pushed myself off the bed. “It’s my job to clean you up.”

“Said no guy ever,” she called after me.

I warmed a washcloth in the bathroom and returned, straddled her hips and focused on cleaning my cum off her, ignoring the fact that my balls and cock were nestled right above her pussy, trying to let me know they’d be happy to go another round. This time without Saylor’s rules.

I started on her stomach, working my way up to the cum on her breasts, purposefully teasing her nipples with the cloth.

“You let a guy come on you, he should have the decency to wipe you off. If he doesn’t, ditch him. It’s a warning sign he’s not going to put his socks in the laundry, or surprise you with flowers simply because you’re so awesome. He’ll take you for granted. You need someone to worship you, Saylor. That’s what you deserve.”

“Those sorts of dreams have been crushed. That guy doesn’t exist.”

“He does. Don’t settle for less.”

“You’re growing hard,” she said, rubbing herself against me.

“Stop changing the subject. Promise me you’ll stay away from dickheads and jerks.”

“Okay. I promise.” She reached up and placed her hand on my jaw, giving me the sweetest look. “Thank you, Hunter. I know that was kind of weird, but I needed it. You made me feel very sexy. I’m not going to keep bringing up the subject of Rex because I know how tiresome that is. He didn’t like me to be adventurous, sexually, which is kind of ironic given he was happy for his PA to drop to her knees and blow him during lunch break. There were things I wanted to explore, but he wasn’t interested. He got really annoyed when he caught me masturbating. He said it was tantamount to cheating. More irony. Anyway, thanks. I’m glad you thought it was hot, and I’m glad you joined in.”

“Me, too. And, believe me, watching you play with your pussy and make yourself come was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. And if there’s anything else you want to try, you only have to say the word and I’m there.” I lifted the comforter. “Hop under before I try to talk my way between your legs.”

She giggled again. “Can we cuddle?”

“Yeah, but I’ll stay on top of the bedding. Trust me, we’ll both be safer that way.”