As my body responded to his touch, I felt every part of my stoic resolution to rid myself of him shrivel down like plastic in a wildfire. This was so bad, so wrong, but it felt so good I couldn’t stop.
Just one kiss is fine. It’s part of the plan,I told myself to try to justify it all. You need to do it, or else Hunter will get suspicious. It doesn’t have to mean anything.
I let out a gasp as he traced my collarbone and moved his mouth down to kiss it. As his lips explored the base of my neck, one of his hands roughly cupped my left breast, and a bolt of electricity shot through me. Then I was lost. Completely and utterly sucked into everything he was doing.
“Please….” I whimpered, desperate for more.
The logical part of me was trying to claw its way to the surface again, telling me this was terribly wrong, but I tuned it out, floating in a pleasant fog of ignorant lust as tingles raced up and down my spine.
“Please what?” Hunter said softly, moving his mouth to my ear. “You want more?”
His words went straight to my core, and I nodded frantically. “Yes,” I whispered.
“You’re playing a dangerous game,” he murmured, a slow smile spreading across his face as he leaned in to kiss me again.
Oh, I know,I silently replied. I know…
This time there was no softness in his kiss. It was hard and fast and urgent, even a little painful in its intensity. A good kind of pain, though, one that made me shiver with pleasure.
I let out a moan, and Hunter pulled me onto his lap so that I had to straddle him, legs wrapped around his hips. Then my fingers were in his hair, and one of his hands was sliding between us, reaching up between my legs until his fingertips were stroking the lacy front of my panties.
“Wait,” I said as a bolt of fear suddenly shot through me. “Stop.”
“What’s wrong?” he asked, lips on the shell of my ear.
“It’s just… I’ve never…” I faltered, drawing in a deep breath. “I haven’t done this before.”
He pulled back, crooking a brow. “Never?”
“No. I—”
He cut me off, holding a finger over my lips. “It’s okay. We don’t have to do anything you aren’t ready for,” he said in a low murmur. “I just want you to feel good. You tell me to stop, and we’ll stop. Okay?”
Stop! Stop! Stop!
The rational part of my mind kept shouting at me to end this now, but I still didn’t want to listen. I’d never felt this before, this heat between my legs; a fire I already knew would burn out of control if I didn’t do everything I could to quench my body’s thirst for Hunter.
“Yes.” I nodded fervently at him, breaths coming faster and faster as his hand traced the top of my panties in slow, deliberate circles.
He looked right into my eyes as he did it. “Is this okay?” he asked.
I held his gaze. It shouldn’t work like this, because I was letting him touch me when he was the enemy, but right now I felt powerful. I had him right where I wanted him, bringing me pleasure even though it gave him nothing in return. “Yes,” I said. “Keep going… please.”
I began to move my hips as his hand rubbed me over the top of my underwear, and we stayed like that, rocking our bodies with increased desperation, seeking release.
“You’re a dirty girl, aren’t you?” Hunter muttered against my ear as his hand worked between my legs.
“Yes,” I gasped.
I could feel my insides clenching around nothing, begging to be filled. Soft little moans left my lips, and I rocked my hips even faster, wishing Hunter would whisper more dirty things in my ear to push me over the edge.
“You want this, don’t you?” he said, grabbing one of my hands with his free one and moving it to his crotch. He was hard. Rock hard.
“Yes,” I whimpered.
“Tell me where you want it, dirty girl,” he muttered, slowing the movements of his fingertips between my legs.
“Inside me,” I choked out. I was building up to a crescendo so intense it felt like my entire body was about to implode.