Shattered King(31)

"Please," she whispered. "This is what I need. I just want to feel good. I just want to forget. Make me forget, Hunter."

I could deny her nothing. And why would I? She trusted me with her body.  After everything that happened with Pierce-after the way I'd treated  her-she still wanted this from me. I didn't think she fully realized the  significance of that, what that meant. But I did. And it was huge.

I hadn't given her many reasons to trust me since I'd been back in her life, but I'd make sure I proved I was worthy of it.

I'd prove it to her every damn day, for the rest of our lives.

Lulu

Those intense blue eyes seemed to darken right in front of me.

The cloth in his hand whispered past my thigh and drifted to the bottom  of the tub. Then his hand was on me, the rough skin of his palm sliding  around to my inner thigh.

"You wanna feel good? I'll make you feel good, always." His tongue  darted out, dampening his lower lip, and damn I felt that, right between  my thighs, like he'd licked me. A groan slipped past my lips. It was an  anguished sound, but I had no control over it. Right then, I needed him  to stop talking. Everything that came out of his mouth made me want  what I knew I couldn't have, made it all ten times harder.

I pulled my knees higher, exposing more of myself to his heated gaze. I  wanted his hands on me, not declarations. I knew he was trying to make  it better, but it just hurt more to hear them. "Touch me, please."

His hand crept higher, bypassing where I needed him. I whimpered and  wriggled my hips, asking for what I wanted without words. The water on  my bare skin felt so good, and just looking at Hunter, having him this  close, his fingers digging into my flesh, made me near out of my mind  with want. That big hand came up to my chest, cupping me, thumb and  forefinger squeezing and tugging on my nipple. I felt that between my  thighs as well.

He slid his palm to the underside of my breast and lifted it higher, out  of the water, then leaned forward and took the hardened peak into his  mouth, sucking me gently. My head dropped back to the edge of the tub  and I moaned, loudly. Too good. Not enough.

He played with me, my wet fingers thrust in his hair, until I was forced  to squeeze my thighs together to quiet the deep throbbing ache.  Finally, he pulled back and I watched as he slid his hand down between  my legs, cupping me. "This where you want me?"

"Yes. God, yes." I couldn't keep my hips still as he dragged his fingers through my cleft.

"Like this?" His voice was nothing but a growl.

I gripped his wrist, afraid he'd stop. "Push them inside," I panted,  mindless, unable to control what was coming out of my mouth, too far  gone to care. "Fuck me with your fingers. Make me come, please."

He hissed out a breath, and my lust-glazed eyes lifted, focused back on  his face instead of what his hand was doing. Dear God, he was beautiful.  Lust distorted his face, making him look harder and wilder all at once.

"Fuck," he growled, and stood suddenly.

Then his hands were under my pits and I was hauled out of the tub. Water  went everywhere, covering the floor, soaking through Hunter's jeans as  he dragged me up against him. One hand went to my ass, the other to the  back of my head, and he slammed his mouth down on mine as he lifted me  off the ground. His tongue thrust deep into my mouth, and I swallowed  his deep groan, the vibrations of it teasing my damp nipples. The sodden  denim of his jeans rubbed against my pussy when he pulled my legs  around his hips. I took full advantage, undulating against him, trying  to get myself off.

I gasped when my clit grazed over the fabric, wrapped my arms around his  shoulders and dry humped him like a bitch in heat. This was what I  needed, this washed everything else away. When I was with Hunter, I  didn't have to think. There was no fear. When his hands were on me, all I  could do was feel. That's all I wanted. That's all I could take right  now.         

     



 

I'd never been more turned on. I was drenched, my skin burning up, horny  as hell. I reached down, grabbed his hard cock through his jeans, and  squeezed the rigid flesh. "Fuck me," I nipped at his throat, his ear.  "Please. I need you to fuck me."

His larger hand covered mine, pulling it away from his beautiful dick. "Lulu . . ."

"Please, I want it. I need it. I need to feel your cock moving inside me."

"Lulu . . ."

I was rubbing against him still, on the edge, close to coming from just  that. My head went back as I felt it building, mouth dropping open.

And then he was gone, the space between my thighs was empty and my ass connected with the shockingly cold vanity.

Hunter was standing a few feet away, wet from me, skin slick from the bath water, chest heaving, expression fierce.

"Fuck, Lulu." He dragged a hand though his hair, breathing like he'd run the ten-minute-mile.

I was aching and confused, hovering on the edge of an orgasm. I spread  my legs, shimmying to the edge. My skin flushed, tight and tingly.  "Please," I begged, and didn't give a damn how pathetic I sounded.

"I'm not gonna fuck you, babe, not yet." His hands were fisted at his sides, clenched tight. "Give me a minute. Shit."

The rejection would have stung if he wasn't rock hard, his big cock  straining against the front of his jeans. He was trying to be noble for  some reason. Well, fuck noble. I wanted him to make love to me. I  dropped my hand between my thighs and spread myself open then pushed a  finger inside.

Hunter cursed repeatedly.

I let my eyes drift shut and started to work myself. Having his eyes on  me while I did it definitely helped. It wasn't as good as having him  inside me, but it was better than nothing.

A cry slid past my lips as I pushed deep and added a second finger . . .

My hand was shoved away suddenly, and a second later, wet heat covered  me. My eyes shot open, and I moaned again. Hunter was kneeling between  my thighs, mouth pressed against my aching flesh. Without stopping, he  lifted my legs over his shoulders, hands going to my ass, and held me  steady while he sucked and licked me. I couldn't take my eyes off him.  Watching him go down on me was the most erotic thing I'd ever seen.

He liked it, liked the way I tasted, enjoyed it almost as much as I did.  It was there on his face, in the noises he made. Hunter had always like  using his mouth on me.

His tongue slid inside and I cried out, my fingers going to his hair,  fisting, holding him there while he worked me into a frenzy. Then he  removed his tongue and replaced it with his fingers, shoving two inside  me and started to fuck me like that. He didn't take his eyes off me,  didn't say a thing while I gasped and begged him to go faster. They  stayed on me when he swiped his thumb over my clit and pressed down on  it, making me scream his name, the echo of it in the small room ringing  in my ears.

While I came down, he kissed my inner thigh, my belly, tenderly. I  released my death grip in his hair and ran my fingers over it.

He lifted his gaze to mine, still not saying a damn thing. He looked  wild, on edge. Though it should be impossible, seeing him like that  turned me on all over again.

"I . . . ah . . ." I didn't know what to say. I'd never behaved like  that before, had never been that desperate for another person in my  life.

He stood. "So perfect. Nothings as sweet as you on my tongue. Watching you lose control, take what you want."

I glanced down at the bulge behind his zipper and reached for him. He hissed when I cupped him through the damp denim.

"I want to take things slow with you, Lulu, but after that, I'm fucking  dying here, babe. Blue balls really is a thing. I think I'm gonna get a  clot or something. No shit."

I chuckled. I couldn't help it. It was the first joke he'd cracked since  I'd seen him again. "Let me take care of it." Popping the button, I  slid down the zipper. He sprang free, long and thick and beautiful.

I squeezed him, sliding my hand from root to tip and he growled, eyes  dark and hot and intense. God, so intense. I kissed his throat, his  chest, about to carry on down, to take him into my mouth, but Hunter  fisted my hair gently and guided me back, shaking his head.

"This time I want that mouth under mine when I come. You have no idea  how many times I've dreamed about that mouth. How many times I've woken  up positive you were kissing me, only to wake up alone, hard . . .  fucking desperate for you."

He tugged me closer and then his lips were on mine, mouth opening and  tongue gliding in, hot and deep and needy. We devoured each other while I  stroked his beautiful cock. Both moaning as I swallowed every groan and  growl he fed me.         

     



 

He held me tighter, his hips moving, thrusting into my hand. Then he  gripped my hair tighter. I felt his body stiffen a second before he  came, splashing hot come on my stomach. The sexy, rough sounds he made  vibrating right through me.

Finally, he broke the kiss, pressing his forehead against mine,  breathing rough. His eyes dropped to my belly. "I like that," he said,  reaching down, sliding his strong, sure fingertips over my skin, through  his come, the growl in his voice making me shiver.