CHAPTER 9
Kylie
I couldn’t get myself off the floor, so I just sat there, with my knees up to my chin, staring at Hunter. He was looking at me too. His blue eyes were narrowed and intense. Neither of us had enough. One orgasm wasn’t going to cut it. I knew I wanted more.
I could still feel him inside me. His cock was the biggest I’d ever had, and I could still feel him there, plunging into me with force. We hadn’t spoken to each other since we both came, instead we were just sitting there, staring at each other in the dark.
Hunter looked gorgeous, with his ripping muscles, his hulking height, his dirty blond hair falling in spikes over his eyes. His face was set firmly, almost enraged, and neither of us were smiling. It was almost like we were just sitting there, thinking about what had just happened.
We both eventually opened our mouths to speak at the same time.
“Would you like some water?” he asked.
“I’m not thirsty,” I said.
“Food?”
“I’m not hungry either,” I replied and we fell into silence again.
There was nothing to say. It was obvious that we were attracted to each other. That we couldn’t keep our hands off each other. Everything else could fuck off. In that moment, after our bodies were spent and we were still replenishing ourselves with fresh air, nothing else mattered other than how we could make each other feel.
“I hope I didn’t hurt you,” Hunter finally said and I felt my cheeks flushing. How was I supposed to explain to him that it was how I liked it? I wanted him to make me feel helpless. Like I was entirely in his control, and Hunter knew exactly how to make me feel like that.
“No. I’m fine,” I said in a small quiet voice and I heard him take a deep breath in.
“Are you tired?” he asked and I was surprised by the gentleness of his voice. This strong tough-guy, with his large hands and his massive cock…the kind of guy who could crush me with his bare hands…was concerned for my welfare. Nothing about Hunter was predictable.
“No, I’m not tired. Are you?” I said and he shook his head. Then a grin began to form on his face and I was smiling too. He had read my mind.
“Lie down, Kylie,” he said, in that same commanding voice which gave me goosebumps. I was so ready to lie down!
I drew my knees away from my chin and did as I was told. I lay down on the floor again, the coldness spreading on my back now as I sensed him standing up from his position by the front door.
When he came into view, I saw him standing over me, his cock hanging between his legs. It was already growing in size. It had taken him less than fifteen minutes for round two.
Hunter watched me for a few moments, studying my face, my body, and I felt even more naked than I was; under his gaze. Then he began to lower himself down and I got a whiff of his natural musky masculine scent. It sent shivers down my spine. I had no idea what he was about to do, and I couldn’t wait. I could already feel the knots tightening in my belly as he came closer and closer to me.
“Good girl,” he said and reached for my wet hot core. With his fingers he stroked me again, lulling me into an incontrollable ball of fire. His fingers stroked my throbbing clit, his thumb gently playing with my fleshy folds.
Then he moved himself, lifting my legs up and he placed them on his shoulders so that he was even closer to me. I arched my back, thrusting my hips towards him in desperation. I needed his fingers, his mouth, his cock…anything! I just wanted a part of him in my pussy. I moaned lightly as he brought his face closer to me.
I could feel his breath on my wetness now and then the tender, gentle stroke of his tongue. I gasped from the pleasure of that touch, as he gently lapped up the juices of my folds. He kept a firm grip on my knees, pushing them down on his shoulders so that he could reach me better.
With precision, and with complete control; he started licking me there, sucking in my wetness, lapping at my clit. I raised myself, just a little bit, just so I could see what he was doing and it was so fucking hot! His mouth was latched on to my pussy, the same way he had sucked on my nipple earlier that day. Then his tongue thrust inside me and I screamed with pleasure.
Nobody had gone down on me like this before. None of the men I had been with had thought about what I wanted in bed, and the fact that Hunter had even bothered was sexy enough. The fact that he was good at it, was a whole different matter altogether.
His tongue pushed in and slid out in quick thrusts. He knew how deep to push it, how slow to take it, and I shuddered under his control. My body was revolting against my mind. I wanted to come. My breasts shook as I tried to keep calm, but I knew I was pummeling off the edge.
The more Hunter’s tongue slid in and out of me, the faster I was falling. I moaned and wriggled in his grip. He used his tongue to pay equal attention to my clit and then thrust into my pussy again. I had no escape. He was making sure that I came and that I came strong.
When I exploded, I came into his mouth and that didn’t stop him either. He lapped up my juices, his tongue sliding in and out of me till I stopped shaking, till I stopped moaning with pleasure. When my breathing finally subsided, he drew himself away from me. Hunter had a happy smile on his face, and his icy cold blue eyes were twinkling with delight. He liked watching me come, that much I had figured out already.
“Good girl,” he said again and let my legs go so that they swayed down to the floor. Then he drew himself over me, his lips glistening with my come and he pressed his mouth to my throat. He left a trail of kisses down my neck, down to my breasts and he latched on to my right nipple next.
Hovering over me, his large body covering mine; he sucked on my right breast. I felt like I hadn’t had a chance to catch up. I was still reeling from this orgasm before he was pushing me towards another one. I reached for his hair, weaving my fingers through his rough strands while he remained on my breasts, alternating with a smack of his lips between my left and right nipple.
I wanted to feel his cock and I reached for it, wedging my hand between our bodies. His cock was ready too, engorged and throbbing as I rubbed it. My hand couldn’t even fit around it as I tried to stroke him. I wanted him inside me again. I wanted to come with his cock plowing into me.
Hunter stopped sucking on my breast abruptly. When he drew his lips away from my nipple, there was a changed softer glow in her eyes. A sudden quiet and tenderness was between us now. That hungry madness which had made us strip each other down, which had made me take his cock in my mouth and made him take me from behind…had all disappeared.
We were taking it slow, I wanted to look at him while he made love to me this time. Made love to me! Despite how high I was with lust, that phrase struck in my mind. Why was I thinking about making love right now? This was nothing more than sex. Hunter was fucking me and I was enjoying it. Why did I have to ruin all this by thinking about love?
I shook my head and tried to get the thought out of my mind, just as Hunter lifted himself a little and reached for my pussy.
“I want you again, princess,” I heard him groan under his breath and I parted my legs.
In one swift motion, I had swung my legs around his waist and I was using my thighs to pull him closer to me. His cock was digging into the flesh of my belly as he watched me, his eyes exploring my face, studying my heaving breasts.
Something told me that Hunter didn’t usually have sex like this. That missionary was not his usual style, but he entered me anyway.
With one swift motion, he sank into me and we both groaned together. Having his cock inside me again felt like a new kind of freedom. I just couldn’t get enough of him. He started pumping into me, his thrusts were forceful but much gentler this time. Less wild. Almost like he was enjoying taking his time now, like he wanted to watch my face as he came inside me.
In a slow rhythmic wave, he drilled into me, watching my breasts bounce under him. My teeth bit down on my lip as he entered me over and over again. This time I was better prepared for his cock and it hurt less to have him inside me. I kept my legs tightly wound around his waist, pulling him closer and closer to myself as he sank deeper into me.
“Fuck Kylie! What are you fucking doing to me!” he growled, almost like he was mad at me. I smiled at him, staring from under my heavy lids, already losing myself in complete pleasure. This time it was all about him. I was going to be the one to watch him come.
Hunter’s body jerked, as he continued thrusting, picking up speed now. I could feel his balls crashing against my ass as he banged into me. He felt powerful and strong as he did this, I was completely in his control but I felt safe there. I felt the pressure in between my legs rise and I knew I was about to crash over the edge. I wrapped my legs tighter around Hunter as loud moans escaped my throat. His face dropped down to my neck, groans erupting from his lips as he thrust into me with more force.
I felt him emptying inside me again as my whole body fell over the edge and shook with pleasure. I sighed, enjoying the feeling of this big man losing his self-control. It was almost like he was the one who was helpless against me. Like I was the one with all the power. Hunter emptied himself into me, dribbling drops of his seed and I still didn’t loosen my grip on his waist.
I could sense that he was done. His muscles began to relax, he wasn’t groaning anymore but I didn’t want him to leave. I didn’t want our bodies to lose contact just yet. He crashed down on me then, his head lying gently on my bare breasts. I could feel his heavy breathing on my sweat-covered skin and I couldn’t remember the last time I had felt this much at peace. It was like I had no worry in the world.
When Hunter raised his arms, he wound them around my neck. I felt a little flutter in my heart. He was holding me. Now, after everything was done. When he didn’t need to hold me anymore.
I pressed my eyes close and tried to concentrate on the sound of his deep breathing in the room as we lay there. This was almost too good to be true, but I didn’t want to start panicking. Not yet. Not for a few minutes still. Because, the truth was that I knew very well that I was falling for this hulk of a man.
***
We had both drifted in and out of sleep, and when Hunter finally moved, I blinked my eyes open. I had been in a daze for so long, I hadn’t even thought about what time it was. I wriggled in his arms and he let me go. When I slid out from under him, he turned his face up to look at me. I got up and walked quickly over to my clutch that was thrown on the floor away from us.
“What’s wrong?” I heard him ask in a groggy voice. I slipped my phone out of my bag and checked the time. It was nearly midnight!
“I’m just texting my babysitter,” I said and started typing a message to Julia’s phone.
Sorry for the delay. Hope all is well. I’ll be there asap!
“Do you have to leave now?” he said and just as I was about to press send, I looked up at his face.
Hunter was sitting up now, his naked body glistening, his muscles heaving from the exhaustion of having sex twice back to back. We’d been lying in each other’s arms for at least an hour now, if not more. And it had felt nice. It hadn’t felt like I was lying in the arms of a stranger. Even though I didn’t know this man at all, and technically for all intents and purposes, this was just a one night stand; it felt to me like I had known Hunter all my life.
“No, I’m sure Julia will be fine with Carter,” I said and instead of sending the text, I slipped the phone back into my clutch.
Hunter was watching me with keen eyes, his gaze concentrated on my bare body, my swinging breasts. When his eyes flitted over my belly and then my pussy, I walked towards him again.
“Good, because I was planning on cooking you something. I’m hungry,” he said, with a sudden smile and rubbed his belly comically. I smiled at him and he reached for my hand, pulling me down to him with a crash.
I fell on his lap with a laugh and Hunter nuzzled his nose in my hair, sniffing it, then tenderly kissing my cheek like we were old lovers. I couldn’t understand what was going on. Why a man like him was treating me like someone he genuinely cared for. I was so used to being treated like trash, like a trophy, like property by men like Tony; that Hunter’s behavior was making me crazy. Making me think that this was all a fantasy, and that I was going to be snapped out of my day dream any second now.
“I didn’t think you could cook,” I said to him, while he nibbled on my earlobe. Hunter drew his face away from me, looking at me with all seriousness.
“See! This is exactly what I meant. Everyone is so quick to judge,” he said and I smiled at him again.
“I can’t help it, I’m sorry,” I said and mock-pouted my lips.
“My dad was a chef. I learnt to cook from him when I was five years old,” Hunter said and then shifted. When I moved out of his lap, he slapped my bare ass and I could feel the stinging mark he must have left on my skin.
“You’ve learnt to cook from a professional?” I exclaimed, unable to hide my surprise. Even though I had just promised him that I wouldn’t judge, I couldn’t help but wonder if he was lying. A guy like him, knowing how to cook! That was hardly possible.
Hunter shrugged as he stood up, drawing his blue eyes lazily over me again.
“All right. I’ll bite. What are you planning on cooking for me tonight?” I asked him, my hands hooking on my hips. The fact that I was walking around, completely naked, in front of this guy who I had known for exactly two days; didn’t seem to bother me. I was completely comfortable in his presence.
“I think I could whip up some salmon tortellini with broccoli,” he said with another lazy shrug of his shoulders. My mouth nearly gaped open with shock. I didn’t have a clue what he was talking about, but it sounded fancy. “And I might have some truffle oil lying around, so I could make a truffle pesto as the sauce if you like,” he added and ran a hand through his gorgeous blond hair.
I still hadn’t been able to find the words to appropriately react to what he was saying. He wasn’t lying! This guy could actually cook!
“Yes, I would like that very much!” I exclaimed with a surprised laugh and Hunter smiled at me, as though he was pleased to shock me.
“Good. Well, you will have to wait because I won’t cook unless I’ve showered. So, I’m going to pop into the shower first and then start. I hope you’re not too hungry because it’ll be another hour or so before we’re eating,” Hunter said and I shook my head.
“I’m not too hungry, and I’ll text Julia and let her know that I won’t be back till two,” I said, surprised at how easily he had talked me into staying this late. I didn’t even care anymore.
“I’ll give you a ride home later,” Hunter said and then when I was least expecting it, he lunged at me again and wrapping his arms around my waist, he dragged me to himself, planting a long-wet kiss on my lips.
“See you in a bit,” he said when he drew away and I watched as he stalked out of the room. I sighed, because of how dream-like this whole thing was.
***
I heard the shower come on in one of the rooms inside and slowly, I started putting my clothes back on. My bra, panties, dress, shoes…were all lying scattered around Hunter’s living room and I started gathering them up one by one. I wanted to hum a tune, I wanted to jump with joy. I had been so close to not meeting him tonight but now I was glad that I had. I had been foolish to judge him so quickly. No matter how similarly he dressed to Tony, or the fact that he rode a Harley…it didn’t mean that they were the same men.
Hunter had given me not a shred of evidence to make me think that he could ever be violent towards me. And he definitely knew how to handle alcohol. And most importantly of all, he knew how to make me feel special.
I realized that I had been smiling this whole time. Even after Hunter had already left the room. In fact, I couldn’t stop smiling. I had finally met a man who knew how to treat me with respect, for whom it wasn’t just about the sex. I could still recall what had happened after the first time Tony had sex with me. Once he was done, he had got up and switched on the TV in his living room and just sat there drinking beers. He hadn’t even noticed that I was still in the house.
Back then, because I idolized him, I had forced myself to believe that was how men were wired. I couldn’t have even imagined that a guy would want to cook me dinner or talk to me after sex. And now here I was, waiting for Hunter to clean himself before he cooked me probably the fanciest meals I had ever tried.
With the smile, still on my face; I pulled up my dress and ran a hand through my hair quickly. I didn’t care about my makeup anymore, or how I looked. Hunter had made it very clear to me that he was attracted to the way I looked. I felt comfortable around him in my natural self.
I walked over to where my clutch was when I spotted his clothes on the floor piled up. Biting down on my lip, I started lifting them up and carefully folding them before placing them on the couch. When I got to his jacket, I lifted it up to my nose and took in a deep breath. It smelt of leather mixed with Hunter’s natural masculine scent and I closed my eyes to etch that smell to memory. I felt foolish doing it, but for some reason, I never wanted to forget it, or this night.
When I opened my eyes again, I saw the patch.
My eyebrows crossed as I ran a hand over the neatly embroidered shape, the intricate design and the words ‘Bad Disciples’. The jacket fell from my hands and I stepped away from it like it was lava. I had stifled the gasp which had escaped my lips, clutching my hands tightly to my mouth. Even though I had never heard of them particularly, I knew exactly what that was. It was a patch which declared that Hunter belonged to a Motorcycle Club, one that was called the Bad Disciples.
My heart was beating fast, my breathing was stuck in my throat. I could feel the beads of sweat forming on my forehead as I stood there, staring at the jacket lying innocently on Hunter’s floor. He belonged to a motorcycle club, those were the only words floating around in my head.
I knew exactly what that meant. Club violence, murder, shootings, drugs, whores…I knew the list very well. It was what Tony had started to get involved in when I got out of that relationship. I had witnessed first-hand what members of a club like this were like. Tony was a part of the Dark Knights.
I had assumed that Hunter was tough. That he liked riding bikes and had tattoos like a lot of people in this town. He had not tried to hide the fact that he was different from other regular guys, but the fact that he was an actual patched-in member of a motorcycle club had never crossed my mind. How could I get involved with another one of them? Right after I had managed to escape the clutches of someone exactly like him?
I walked backwards, picking my clutch off the couch, till my body pressed against the door. Inside, I could still hear the sound of the shower and I felt like my legs were going to collapse. I had been so happy, so content just minutes ago and within minutes everything had changed.
Hunter had made me feel safe, and made me feel comfortable. This evening had convinced me that I had finally met a guy who wasn’t like Tony or the others before him…but how wrong I was! I should have believed my gut instinct that warned me this was all a make-believe world. That reality was going to come crashing down on me any second and it finally had.
I had done it again. The fact that I had Carter, that I had a responsibility to my son hadn’t stopped me from making another bad decision. I would not become involved with another motorcycle club. It didn’t matter that this club was a different name than Tony’s. I knew that they were all the same.
I heard the shower stop and I knew I had to get out of there. I felt a tug in my belly as I turned the lock and quietly, closed it behind me. I wasn’t even sure of where his apartment was, or how I was going to make my way back home at this time of the night. But the only thing I could think of was that I needed to get away from there. My attraction to Hunter, to his body and his sexy blue eyes had made me do something that I was now regretting.
No matter how good he was in bed, no matter how many times he made me come in one night; sacrificing my peace of mind for a life with another MC member was not something I was prepared to do.