My body tenses and Hunter answers without skipping a beat. How did we meet? “She startled me the first time we met, she also took my breath away and brought me to my knees.” How long have we been together? “A few weeks, but it seems like forever.” What plans do we have for the after party of the premiere? Blah, blah, blah.
The girls fill me in on all the gossip of the area, since I’m new and we seems to get along great. I can see them becoming my friends, if I stick around long enough. The bowl of chips is empty so I go to grab another bag. When I return, Hunter is standing by the grill and I take a moment to admire him.
His board shorts hang low and his V catches me off guard as he’s removed his shirt. God broke the mold when he made him. He’s toned in all the right places. “My eyes are up here,” he mimics the words I once spoke to him and I roll my eyes. Fine, I'm caught gawking, so sue me.
After refilling the bowls I step over by the pool and dip my toe in to check the temperature. It’s perfect. As I turn to remove my shirt I’m pushed and with flailing arms splash into the deep end. Coming up for air and ready for revenge I take hold of the ladder and yank myself up.
Of course the guys are all huddled together laughing at my expense. The ladies however are not, they all have surprised looks. Revenge is a wonderful thing and I know exactly where to hit him. He'll regret messing with me.
I shimmy the drenched shirt up past my thighs revealing my string bikini bottom. Hunter’s laughter stops. I’m only focused on him as I lick the wetness from my lips and bring the shirt up. My stomach reveals and then my breasts. He clears his throat and I yank it over my head and throw it at him.
“Oh Sparky look what you did." I bend down and glide my hands up my legs and stop between my thighs. "It looks like you’ve got me all wet.” I tilt my head to the side.
His eyes narrow. I move my fingers to the rim of the bikini bottoms and slide them behind the soft fabric and glide it across the seam. When he brings his lust filled eyes to mine, I bite my bottom lip and drag it in.
In three quick strides his mouth is on mine and I back up with him in my arms and fall into the pool. When we come up, he tries to grab for me, “Thought you could use a little cooling off.” I giggle and swim to the ladder. He shakes his head knowing I played him well.
From the patio the girls are laughing and the guys are hooting and hollering. “Oh, you have met your match Hunter. She’s fucking awesome!” Kenzie says and the other girls agree slapping high fives all around.
We enjoy the evening of talking, telling jokes, and appreciating the evening air. The fire pit and cocktails were a big hit, and left overs are already away. Our guests have all left and my body aches from the waves this afternoon. I need to sit for a few minutes before I clean up the rest.
The warm evening air settles in the darkness as I lay on the lounger. I fix my bikini straps and watch the white ripples of salt water caress the sandy beach below. Being out on the waves today with him was nice. No phones, no bodyguard, it was just me and him.
A low raspy groan has my eyes glance to the left. The man I crave sits in the lounge chair beside me, his sunglasses long gone. His dark hair a mess. His emerald eyes hungry, eating my flesh as if I was his prey. My insides come alive, and goose bumps form.
“I’ve been hard as fuck since this morning.” The vein in his neck pulses matching the quickness of his breath. One hand down between his legs takes long strokes with his cock. The other on the chair to support his weight. I can’t help but get aroused, my lips dry. I run my tongue over them. All the sexual innuendos have caught up to me.
“You’ve done this to me. Every day since you arrived I’ve been hard. Yet you reject me. So I’m left with no choice but to play with myself, while I think of you. Because you are all I want.” The pain in his eyes pulls at my heart. I don’t want to hurt him.
“We’ve discussed our situation, and how we can’t be together.” His eyes roam my body, “then this will have to do.” He says and strokes faster.
Damn, what a turn on. I'm wet and craving his touch. We may not be able to be together but who says we can’t get off on each other. “If you can, I can.” I say and glide my fingers over the top mounds of my breast.
My fingers glide along the bare skin. I fantasize it’s him touching me. His thrust comes faster. I move my hand over and pull on my pebbled nipple and let out a subtle moan as my back arches off the lounge. He licks his lips and his eyes follow my fingers, filled with desire, guiding me where to go.
My fingers dance across my bare stomach. He sits up, and strokes some more. I slide the bikini bottoms down and spread my legs. My fingers trail up my thighs and stop at my entrance. With two fingers I spread my arousal and apply pressure on my clit, gasping.
“Fuck me…” leaves his lips and the stream of come hits the patio tile beside me. I watch as the orgasm filters through him and it has me teetering on the edge. My need for more has me slide my fingers in and use my thumb against my clit. My eyes close and the climax builds. The only sound is our labored breath and my slick folds getting wetter and wetter.
“No fucking way, Dani, it’s mine,” I hear, and my fingers slide out and his mouth covers as his tongue slides in. “Ah, God.” I scream out. His touch sends my core into convulsions. He sucks on the ball of nerves. His groomed beard rubs against the inside of my thighs and all the sensations combined send me into overdrive.
I slide my fingers through his hair holding him to me and I thrust my pelvis and fuck his tongue. When my climax erupts I scream out his name for the entire world to hear. With my arousal on his lips he leans in and lets me taste myself as I come down from the high.
He sits back and catches his breath. I push him back to his lounger and ask, “What’s wrong Sparky, the heat get to you?” I laugh knowing this is far from over, but we need to call it quits, we went too far again.
“No, just claiming what’s mine,” he says and licks my arousal from his lips. My core tingles.
“You really know how to fuck with people, Danica. I’m not sure I can control myself much longer,” he confesses, and it makes me think back to the first day. Is this another challenge or conquest for him? Will he still want me when the job is over? Maybe I should shut it all down, to protect myself from getting in too deep.
When I say shut it down, I mean all of it. The flirting, the banter and especially the sexual acts. From here on out, as far as I’m concernwedon’t exist.
“This needs to stop. No more Hunter, like I’ve said - I have a job to do.” He stands up and anger fills his face. “Why, I thought…” His fists ball at his sides when I cut his words short, “I think we need to slow down, just until I'm not on the job.” I try and explain.
“Is that all this is? I’m just a fucking assignment to you aren’t I? Tell me Danica do you get paid extra for what we did in the shower, or get a bonus for what happened here tonight?” He runs his hand through his hair and over his face. “How about a promotion, do you get a fucking promotion if the guy you fuck falls for you?” He’s so pissed.
“Fuck you Hunter. Don’t pull this crap with me. You know why I’m here.” He storms towards the house. What the hell just happened? We go from fun and lustful to angry and mean. It’s like hot and cold. Here I’m falling for Hunter Marshall, the man who made sure he took care of me and had me scream his name. To this prick standing in front of me, the asshole stuck up movie star Hunter Ford.
“I thought you were different, I thought maybe, just maybe.” He slides the screen door open and stops. “You win Danica. I won’t bother you anymore. I won’t think about you and I sure the fuck won’t jerk off with thoughts of you. I’m done. Game over.” He walks into the house and takes my heart with him. I’m stunned into silence. A man I could love is walking away and I have to let him. It’s better for everyone this way.