Just A Taste
“PLEASE DON’T STOP. SO CLOSE.”
“Admit it, Bailey. Admit that this sweet little pussy only gets wet for me. Will only ever come for me. Because of me.” Another short thrust and my pussy walls contracted, seeking his dick. “Give yourself to me and be my girl.”
“Can’t this conversation happen later?” When I was in control.
“Then I’ll explain everything later.” Suddenly, all movement stopped, and he removed himself from between my legs. Now, he straddled them, held them closed, while all I wanted to do was rub myself against his impressive length. “But not today. Tomorrow might be better in retrospect.”
Hunter removed my hands from their hold on him and placed them palms down on either side of my body. What the hell?
Why is he stopping?
“Tomorrow? Are you kidding me with this?” I snapped, furious that he was pulling the brakes. That he had more control than I did. “You can’t leave me like this.”
“Let me take you out on a date,” he said instead, ignoring my angry hiss. All the while his hand on my hip kept me from pushing him off the bed.
Hunter was in pain too, though. I could see it in his eyes while his tense arms held his weight off. It gave me an idea.
I could play dirty as well.
“Forget driving me insane, Miles. You’re giving me a headache.” Then I gave him my most pathetic pout and added a huff for good measure. It’d worked when I was younger and wanted to get my way.
Hoped at the very least that he’d take pity and get me off.
“Will I ever be able to say no to you?” he mumbled under his breath, but I heard. Heat pulsed in my veins at the almost angry expression on his handsome face.
His breathing grew labored, hands digging into my hips in an almost painful manner. If he thought for one second that this reaction would deter me in any way, Hunter was dead wrong.
Seeing his response to my want caused a rush of wetness to coat my labia. A few minutes ago, I’d had his impressive length against my thigh, and I knew it was going to hurt in the best of ways.
My bikini bottoms rubbed against the sensitive flesh as my hips arched, rubbed against my aching clit, and a soft mewl passed through my lips. “Hunter.”
Visceral. It was the sole way to describe what happened next.
Explained the pulse of pleasure that rushed down my spine and settled in my pussy.
A guttural growl left his parted lips before they smashed into mine. This kiss was nothing like the one prior. Nothing sweet or soft about it.
Jesus, this…this moment was everything I’d ever dreamed of and more. Unlike anything my mind could’ve prepared me for.
His touch was possessive, hungry. Demanding in his need to bend my will.
“Sweet fucking mouth,” he grunted, tongue pushing past my lips and intertwining with mine. It fought for a dominance that I’d gladly give to have more of his taste.
My mind couldn’t keep up with every sensation that rolled through my body. Pleasure blared across my processors and my walls clenched violently in need.
Goose bumps arose on my skin as those strong hands left my hips; they fought with the button of my cutoffs before tearing it straight from the jeans.
The button pinged somewhere in the distance. Something broke.
I didn’t care. Needed more.
“Please,” I cried out, arching my hips so he could remove the offending material separating us. “Get them off.”
Hunter’s mouth slowed, his exhale sweet on my tongue. “This is the only chance you’ll get to stop this. Say ‘no’ and I’ll get up and leave. Because once we start, baby, not even the good Lord above can remove me from your skin. Understood?”
“Off.” Desperate, I was past the point of rationality.
“Answer me, Bailey. Tell me I can touch you.” He paused, fingers skimming the skin above the broken waist of my shorts. “I need to hear you say the words.”
“Please make me come.” No sooner had the last words passed my lips than the denim material was roughly yanked down my hips and his hand cupped my core over the swimsuit bottoms. My shorts were caught at my knees, limiting my desire to spread wide.
Hunter controlled this.
“Fuck, sweetheart. Even through these flimsy bottoms, you are coating my fingertips. You needed this. Me.” All I could do at his words was nod and fight to not give in to the pulsing pleasure he created. Twice he rubbed me, firm circles over my bundle of nerves that caused my walls to clench and hips to buck.
“Touch me,” I begged, not caring in the least how wanton I came off. If anything, it spurred him on.
That hungry, heavy-lidded look was almost my undoing.
“How?” he teased, his fingertips running up and down the cloth-covered lips of my pussy with just the barest of pressure. “Tell me.”
“My skin. Touch me beneath…oh God,” I moaned, the sound loud within these four walls. He pushed the fabric of my bottoms aside and touched me.
Skin on skin, the rough pads of his fingers spreading my wetness around my entrance, dipping the very tips and then circling once again.
Nothing had ever felt as amazing.
“You smell sinful, baby, but I bet you taste…” he trailed off on a rumbled growl, and I watched through heavy eyes as he brought the glistening digit to his lips, how his mouth opened and closed around the skin. A hot flash of animalistic hunger caused his eyes to almost look pitch black in the room’s low lighting.
The pupil of his eyes were wide—his nostrils flaring.
I had no time to prepare for what followed. He took me to the edge faster than I could process.
His body moved, and then he was there. At my pussy. Breath warm and tongue soft as he gave me a tentative lick. Then another. Pressure firm, he paused at my clit and circled the aching bundle of nerves.
“Fuck,” I whimpered, hips grinding against his mouth. For my curse, all I got was a glare from between my legs, his beautiful eyes all I could see while he took the sensitive flesh between his lips, moving his head from side to side. “Please. God, please.”
I’d been reduced to a horny, begging mess under his mouth.
“Give me more,” he grunted against my hot flesh, the vibration of his words rushing up and down my spine. I shivered, hands finding purchase on his black hair and pulled on the strands, forcing him closer.
“I’m so close. Almost there.” A finger entered me then and curled. He was deep, adding pressure each time his fingertip touched a certain spot.
My eyes closed. I was sensitive. Everything was too much, and yet, not enough.
“You’re not a virgin.” It wasn’t a question. Hunter sounded almost angry by this, betrayed, which, had his finger not been fucking me, I would’ve found ridiculous.
He wasn’t a saint.
My eyes snapped open to find his intense ones. “No.”
The fingers of his other hand found purchase on my thigh and squeezed. And yet, through his jealousy, he never stopped his ministrations. Instead, those wonderous digits picked up speed. Fingered me with vigor. “Who touched you?”
“No one, but—”
“The truth, Bailey.” Withdrawing his fingers, he brought them up and then down on my clit. Three quick smacks, and I screamed. “Please.”
“You’re the first,” I whimpered low, my face heating under his intense stare. His eyes followed the flush of my skin down to my breasts and over the flimsy triangles that barely contained me.
My nipples were hard. Sensitive. Throbbing.
“Don’t lie—”
“I’m not. I took my own virginity with a vibrator.” At my words he stilled, fingers deep inside. My walls clenched, body almost shaking under his scrutiny.
“Why?” Hunter lowered his mouth once more to my aching bundle of nerves and flicked it. Once. Twice. And then he brought it between his lip, teeth raking over my trembling clit. “Why didn’t you wait for—”
“Because no one could ever measure up to you. I wanted you,” I choked out, hips undulating. Fucking his face.
“Jesus Christ, you are perfect,” he growled into my flesh, letting me ride his tongue. Let me control our movements for a second before biting down on my clit. Harder this time.
I exploded. Came with enough force to forget anything—lost all sense of reality while pleasure the likes of which I’d never encountered before took over.
Somewhere in the background, I heard his muffled curse. The bed shifted, and his weight over my legs intensified.
His grunts became louder, and I somehow found the strength to look up at him.
What I found above me was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.
“Perfect little pussy.” My Miles was fucking his tightly closed fist while staring at me. Rough strokes of his hand, finger swiping over his pierced head while bringing himself pleasure.
“I want to taste you.”
That was his undoing.
Hunters jaw ticked, neck straining to keep his head down and looking at me. Enjoying the visual of me at his mercy.
“Baby, baby…fuck.” That first rope of come fell directly over my clit, causing me to hiss, the second and third over my mound.
It was dirty. Sexy.
Holy shit. I let Hunter touch me.
His body dropped beside mine on the bed, breathing labored as he tucked my body against his. It felt sublime. I was relaxed and happy.
Satiated.
And we haven’t had sex yet…
“What’s your schedule looking like the next three days?” he asked a few minutes later, voice low.
Turning my head, I looked up at him. “Why?”
“Just answer.”
“I’m done with school.” At that his grin grew, making him look boyish. “Just going in on Tuesday to clear out my locker and give out gifts to a few teachers I like. Emi’s doing the same.”
“Good. Very good.”
“Why are—”
“Perfect.” Hunter kissed the tip of two fingers and placed them over my lips to silence any protest on my behalf for being interrupted. “We’ll finish this talk tomorrow. Be ready at nine a.m. to go, and please, bring another sinful bikini with you. I want to peel it off with my teeth next time.”