Chapter 14
Alexa
Oh my God. This stranger was everything I had started to think didn’t exist. When he’d approached me at the bar, his body had made me sit up and notice. I had a thing for muscular men who took care of themselves, but I hadn’t wanted to get my hopes up. I had no intention of just going with any guy who approached me tonight to not let my fantasy die.
But this guy really was the real deal. He treated me with respect, but he still took charge, and that was the hottest thing ever, which was why I was in a private room with this stranger. I’d decided to call him Hunter because, God, I wanted to be his prey.
He had his fingers in my mouth. It was sexy as hell, and I was melting into my panties, which I hoped he would peel off me very soon.
The private room was decorated in all red—the wallpaper, the carpet, and the couch. I stared at Hunter’s face while I sucked on his thumb. Most of his face was covered by his mask. Only half of his jaw and his perfect lips were visible besides his eyes. His lips were parted, and his eyes were on mine as I stared at him. He interchanged his fingers, pushing his forefinger into my mouth instead, and I did the same thing I’d done to his thumb.
Hunter had a look of pure lust on his face. He stood looming over me, oozing sexuality, and I knew he was in charge. He was the one calling the shots. He was tall and muscular, with the attitude of someone who knew he was going to get exactly what he wanted.
After a while, as if he couldn’t hold back anymore, he pulled his finger out of my mouth and pulled me against him again, his hand on my lower back. His cock was hard through his black pants, and he kissed me, hard.
His lips mashed against mine, his tongue sliding into my mouth, and he kissed me like he knew what he was doing to me. I sighed into his mouth. I’d kissed a couple of guys in my life, but this…this was better than anything I’d ever experienced. This was better than I’d ever thought was possible. I was being cliché, but, God, this man was doing things to me that I’d only dreamed of.
When he broke the kiss, I looked up at him. His eyes were bright, and I thought I recognized the look in them. I lifted my hands. I wanted to see his face. I wanted to see who was going to make me his.
“Let’s remove your mask,” I said.
Hunter grabbed my wrists, and I gasped.
“You don’t tell me what to do, princess. I tell you what to do. That’s how this works.”
I swallowed and nodded. He was strong. He could crush my wrist if he wanted to. Instead, he was gentle. Assertive, but not forceful. He wouldn’t hurt me. I trusted that he wouldn’t. I didn’t know him at all, but I knew he would take care of me.
“The mask stays on,” he said in a deep voice.
I nodded again. To each their own. Besides, the mystery was arousing even though I wanted to see his face.
He kissed me again, his hand behind my neck and beneath my hair. His tongue swirled in my mouth, exploring me. He broke the kiss and spun me around so suddenly that I yelped. His hand reached around my neck, holding onto me. He wasn’t choking me, but he could.
Every time he did something, it was with enough power that I knew he could hurt me if he wanted to. But he didn’t. It felt like the embodiment of dominance. He was in total control of himself and me. Raw power radiated off him with every movement and every touch. This was the man I’d been looking for all my life, the man I wanted to give myself up to.
His face was against my neck and his lips were on my skin. He kissed me and nibbled at the skin, using his teeth so that it was just this side of pain. Which meant that it was pure pleasure in way I’d never experienced before.
Hunter’s other hand moved down my side until he touched the bare skin of my thigh. I shivered, my attention divided between what he was doing at my neck and where his hand was headed. He pushed his hand underneath my skirt and ran his hand up to the apex of my thigh, brushing the tips of his fingers against the silk of my panties.
I jolted when he touched me there, and he tightened his hand around my throat the smallest bit, reminding me that he called the shots.
Hunter pulled my panties aside and pushed his fingers into my slit. I was hot and so wet. I gasped when he touched my clit.
“You’re so wet, baby girl,” he growled in my ear, and I moaned when his hot breath touched my ear. He rubbed my clit in circles, and I whimpered and moaned, sexual bliss running over my body.
Hunter moved his hand from my throat to my breasts. He grabbed one breast, squeezed it, and massaged it. I felt my nipples harden against the padding of my bra. I couldn’t think straight anymore. Hunter held me balanced between his two hands, his body behind me. It was so hot and so impersonal all at the same time.
The orgasm built inside me, hard and fast. Hunter was breathing hard in my ear, matching my own breathing, and it pushed me closer and closer to the edge. He fingered me relentlessly.
“Come for me,” he whispered, and I cried out as the orgasm overcame me. It washed over me in waves of pleasure. I moaned and gasped uncontrollably, lost in the pure thrill surging through my body.
He kept at it, his fingers working me over until I thought I couldn’t take anymore. When he let me go, I gasped and sagged a little. He grabbed my arms and held me up.
“That’s my girl,” he said.
I breathed hard, and my legs trembled. Hunter moved me, almost lifting me with his strength, and pushed me against the wall. My breasts pressed against the wallpaper. He pinned me with his body and ground his cock into my ass. He was so hard and thick, just like the rest of him. I wanted to run my hands over the length of him and savor every inch, but I forced myself to stay still.
He was in control of me right now, and I loved it.
“Let’s get you out of this,” he growled and moved me away from the wall enough to pull my top over my head. He undid my bra and pulled it off, dropping it onto the floor. I was suddenly naked from the waist up, but the lust was so thick in the room, I could barely breathe, and worrying about my nudity was somewhere far away.
Hunter reached around and squeezed my breasts, pinching the nipples. I cried out as the pain dissolved into pure pleasure. Hunter reached down and pulled my skirt up, exposing my ass. He slapped it, and I yelped.
“Do you like this, princess?” he asked. “Do you want me to keep going?”
I moaned in response, and Hunter chuckled.
He squeezed my ass cheeks, pulling them apart and massaging them. I braced myself with my hands against the wall next to the red couch. I felt so vulnerable and exposed in front of him, a stranger I’d only just met. But somehow I trusted him. It thrilled me to know he was looking at me. It didn’t scare me at all. I’d never been more turned on in my life.
Hunter worked his hands over my ass. He pulled my panties down so that I was naked except for the thong around my knees and the skirt like a belt around my waist. He moved lower and inward until his fingers found my pussy. He pushed his fingers into me, and I cried out. He finger-fucked me before he pulled his fingers out, and I gasped in protest.
“Bend over the couch,” he commanded. “Brace yourself.”
His voice was so powerful and sexy. I felt myself dripping at the mere sound of it. I did as he asked, nervous about what he was going to do but excited, too. Was he going to take me from behind? God knew I was wet enough, but I wasn’t sure I was ready. But this was what I’d wanted, right? This was what I’d signed up for, coming in here with him. He could take me any way he wanted. I wanted him to dominate me, and he was doing exactly that.
I bent over the couch, bracing myself on it just like he’d asked. I closed my eyes and waited.
Something hot and wet pressed against my entrance, and I jerked until I realized what it was. Hunter was on his knees behind me, his face pressed between my legs, and he was licking my pussy.
Holy shit.
I moaned when he pushed his tongue into my entrance, parting my lips. I widened my stance and pushed my ass out, arching my back so that he could reach more of me. He flicked the tip of his tongue over my clit, and I shuddered violently. His mouth was pressed against me, and his tongue moved around against my sensitive pussy. He had me writhing with every touch, and I understood why he had wanted me to brace myself.
He stopped suddenly, and I wasn’t sure why until he blew on my pussy. I shivered. The sensation was odd but undeniably erotic. He plunged his tongue back into me, and for a moment he worked me over, alternating between my entrance and my clit.
When I could barely stand it anymore, he pushed his fingers into me again. I cried out. He started pumping his fingers in and out of me, fucking me with his hand, and I whimpered and shivered, struggling to keep myself upright. My legs went numb.
Hunter stopped pumping and instead curled his fingers down. He rubbed against my G-spot, and the feeling was as unfamiliar as it was hot. I cried out, and my nails dug into the couch pillows. If it tore, they would have to hold Hunter responsible for it. After all, he was the one making me feel this way.
The second orgasm came from somewhere deep inside, starting at my core and spreading through me like I was a cup filling with hot water. It spilled over the top, and I cried out. My knees buckled, and I had to save myself with my hands on the couch. But Hunter had his hands on my hips, and he held me up. It was as if he’d known I would collapse.
I shuddered, riding out the intense orgasm while it pulsed through me. Wave after wave of ecstasy trembled through my body, over and over, making it hard to think and hard to breathe.
Slowly, I came back down to earth. For a moment, all I felt were his hands on my hips. Finally, he stood up and turned me around. I’d been facing away from him ever since we’d kissed. He pressed his lips against mine, and I smelled my scent on his mouth and tasted myself on his tongue when he pushed it into my mouth.
“On your knees,” he said when he broke the kiss.
I did as he demanded, happy not to have to hold myself up anymore. Hunter unzipped his pants and peeled them open, working his cock free. It sprang out in front of me, and I stared at it. He was big. I wasn’t sure what I’d expected from someone his size, but seeing his dick exceeded any guess I could have made. It was smooth and hard, the skin taut around the thick shaft, and the tip glistened with lust. I knew what he wanted from me. I wanted it, too.
I sat on my knees, looking up at him, and he looked down at me like he knew he was going to get what he wanted.
That was exactly what was going to happen. I leaned forward and opened my mouth. Hunter pushed his cock in, and my lips stretched around the thick size of him. I looked up at him. I’d read that guys thought that was sexy.
I took him into my mouth, sucking him off. Hunter groaned, and it was the first reaction I’d heard from him all night that sounded remotely like a loss of control. I bobbed my head back and forth. I tried to keep eye contact, but at some point I closed my eyes and focused on what I was doing.
I couldn’t cup his balls because they were still in his pants, so I held onto his hips and fucked him with my mouth. Hunter put his hand behind my head and pulled it forward, pushing his cock deeper into my mouth. I gagged a little on him when he reached the back of my throat, but he didn’t force me farther.
He gripped my hair in his fists, holding me tightly by the roots. Then he rocked my head back and forth, setting the pace. I let him guide me, swirling my tongue around his head and shaft as his hands controlled me.
This was the kind of domination I’d been looking for. In that moment, he owned me. But at the same time, I owned him, too. He could barely control himself. His hips pumped into me. He gasped and sounded like he was getting close to exploding. I wanted him to come in my mouth.
Suddenly, Hunter pulled out, gasping. I wanted to take him back, but he stepped away from me.
“I want to make you come,” I said.
“Stand up, princess,” he said in a breathy voice. For a moment he sounded familiar. He took my hands and pulled me up, and I noticed a tattoo peeking out from underneath his sleeve. I couldn’t make it out with just the bottom showing, and then I was on my feet, staring at his masked face again.
“Are you going to fuck me?” I asked. I was nervous. That was what he’d saved himself for, of course. Otherwise he would have come. But Hunter shook his head and stepped closer to me. He moved my hair away from my shoulder and kissed my neck. It was calm and gentle.
“I think that’s enough for one night,” he said in a whisper. “I’ll fuck you next time. You can count on it.”
I shivered when he said that. He tucked himself—still hard—back into his pants.
“Where can I reach you?” I asked.
“It doesn’t work that way, princess,” he said. “If I want you, I’ll find you.”
He turned around, unlocked the door, and left the private room. I was left behind, naked, feeling oddly relieved and very exposed.