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Willa
“WOULD YOU RATHER EAT ice cream covered in rat droppings or raw steak that’s been left out for three days in the sun, in July?” I asked, nibbling on the eraser of the pencil I gripped between my fingers.
Hunter blinked only once. “That is the worst question I have ever been asked by a reporter in my life. In fact, all these questions today have been ridiculous. And the newspaper fired you? That’s crazy.” He laid on the sarcasm, extra thick.
It had been three days since the open mic night and since we’ve seen each other. I mentioned, before he left the bar, that we should keep things professional. Then he answered the door to his house this morning barefoot in jeans—my kryptonite when it comes to men—and a worn Blind Mellon T-shirt. Which had me considering blurring the lines between what was professional and what was inappropriate.
Would going down on him be unprofessional or two coworkers taking a break to decompress? Too bad we weren’t doctors. We could use the excuse of research if he used his cock to explore my vagina.
“It’s my MO and one of the reasons my column was so popular in the paper. I always ask inappropriate questions.”
He raised a brow. “The steak. I’d rather spend days in the hospital with food poisoning than ingest rat droppings.”
I leaned over and scribbled on the paper.
“Aren’t you recording the interview?” His eyes slid to my phone that currently had my recording app open.
“Yes, but I like to draw my subjects as I interview them.” I held up the pad. “See. Perfect likeness.”
Hunter squinted at the paper before his head fell back in laughter. Gasping, I pulled the pad to my chest. “How dare you laugh at my art. I’m calling it Hunter Six the Stick Man.”
He wiped away the tears and sighed. “I really like that my stick body has really big feet.”
“You know what they say about a guy with big feet . . .”
His smile turned smug as he nodded.
Before he could reply, I said, “They trip and fall a lot.”
“Has anyone ever told you what a smart-ass you are?”
“Of course. It’s what I excel in. In high school, I was voted ‘most likely to be fired from every job I got for telling off the boss.’”
That’s when it hit me, that prediction came true.
“It’s too bad they didn’t see past your mouth,” Hunter said, staring at the subject of our discussion.
He was making it extremely hard for me to restrain myself from jumping on top of him, pulling out his gargantuan dick, and riding him until he cried for mercy.
“It’s okay. I was waiting for the right person to come along and make my mouth shut up. Maybe stick something long and thick inside it. Distract it. You know, that sort of thing.”
This wasn’t helping. If I could fire my own mouth, I would.
“It so happens that I have just the thing for your problem.” He stood and lowered his hand to help me up.
I took it and hoped he never let go. We left the kitchen and went back toward the entrance, moving up the curved wooden staircase to the second floor. After we walked down the hall past a few doors, he pushed open one that led to a bedroom. There was a dark four-poster bed with a cream-colored bedspread that seemed like it belonged in a castle. Even the dresser, table, and chaise lounge looked like something from a fairy tale.
“Welcome to my lair.” He chuckled.
“It’s probably the most lair-esque lair I’ve ever seen.”
Hunter wiggled his eyebrows. “It’s a turn on, right?”
“It’s something.”
I was never one to criticize someone’s taste, but never in my life had I experienced anything so weirdly eclectic and old-fashioned as this home.
He pulled me toward the bed.
“Why didn’t you take me to the other bedroom we were in last time?”
He shrugged. “I felt like using this bedroom today. I switch up my bedrooms during the week.”
“Where does your brother sleep?”
“In the bedroom downstairs.”
I wasn’t about to ask how many bedrooms this place had. It was like a castle—a weirdly decorated castle.
“Make yourself comfortable,” he said as he sat on the edge of the bed, his legs spread and a bulge already forming between his thighs.
I had fantasized a lot the past couple of weeks about that cock. And now, as I stared at it, possibly drooling a bit, I went to war with myself about whether to stay professional or pull that thing out and suck like it’s the last cherry-flavored lollipop on Earth.
I do love the taste of cherry candy.
It was like Hunter could read my mind and decided to make the decision for me. He undid his jeans and pulled out his cock. Heat bloomed at my core and I knew my nipples were staring him down with laser focus.
“Why don’t you come here so I can make your mouth shut up.”
“I don’t know if it will fit.” My eyes fluttered to his for a brief moment and saw the satisfied smirk on his face. He stroked his cock and shrugged.
“The only way to know is to try.”
Hunter was right. I stripped down, pulling off my thin green sweater and black leggings. I put back on my black suede fuck-me heels, knowing how much he preferred me wearing heels while we fucked.
When I fell to my knees, I gazed up at him. Hunter appeared relaxed, leaning back on his hands with one side of his hair pulled back behind his ear. But when I curled my fingers around his base and licked my lips, his head fell back.
“You’re dripping. Is that for me?”
“Yes.” He practically groaned as his head lifted. His gaze softened and it was that look that did it to me. I made him want me that much.
My lips brushed the tip of his cock, painting my lips with his precum. He fell back to his elbows, but one hand reached for me. Curling his fingers in my hair, he pulled me closer. Hunter wanted me to fill my mouth, but I wouldn’t shut up that easily.
“I suspect you want me to wrap my lips around it.” I smirked with satisfaction as he gritted his teeth.
Opening my mouth, I licked him like the lollipop I craved. I eventually gave him what he wanted once I knew he was suffering. Then, I sucked him up.
“Ah, fuck, Willa.”
He lifted his leg on the bed, spreading farther for me. As my hand and mouth worked his thick cock, my other hand slipped down. Cupping his balls, I tugged a little. Based on Hunter’s moans and how his hips moved, I noted he liked a little ball play. But it wasn’t enough to send him over the edge.
Moving my hand farther, I wondered if he enjoyed ass play as much as I did.
I changed hands, as the one that was working his cock was dripping wet. Sliding my finger down, I circled his tight hole.
“Yeah,” he said with a desperate breath. His hips undulated, urging me on.
Hunter wanted me to fuck him in the ass while I sucked him dry. What Hunter wanted, Hunter got.
He was the first guy I had ever been with that never made me feel ashamed for who I was. He actually liked my smart mouth and bedroom curiosities. I had never felt so free being myself with him.
I rubbed around his hole and then pushed inside. When I did, I felt his cock thicken in my mouth. He wasn’t going to last much longer. I had discovered Hunter’s magic sex button.
“Oh, Willa. That’s it, baby. I’m going to fill that sexy little mouth of yours.”
After a few moments, his head fell back and he did as he said.
There was so much cum it dripped out of my mouth and onto my tits. I waited until I felt his cock soften and let it slip from my mouth.
He raised his head with a lazy smile on his face and watched me lick the cum from my lip.
“Looks like I need to clean up,” I said pointing to my tits. I lifted my breast and began to lick it, too.
“Christ, Willa. You are a living, breathing, wet dream.”
When I lifted my head, I smiled. “I aim to please.”
With strength I didn’t realize he had, Hunter reached over and grabbed me, lifting me onto the bed. He pushed me onto my back and pushed my ass into the air, spreading my legs.
“Your turn.”
With a smirk, he lowered his head and began to eat me out. His lips were everywhere from my clit to my ass and there was nothing I could do about it. I was trapped, pinned in place to take my erotic reward.
“Please,” I panted as he slipped two fingers into my core while pressing his thumb into my ass.
This man was not only a rock god, but he was a sex god, too.
I tried to move but couldn’t. I wanted to push my hips as my mind lost control and my body took over. The only thing I could do was push my fingers into his hair. I pulled him close to my body, praying his tongue and lips would keep working as I suffocated him with my core.
Somehow, he got breath for he didn’t stop. That was until I was about to come. Then he pulled back.
“What the—”
I was lost and ready to kill him for bringing me so high only to end it. But when I looked around, I saw him roll a condom on. He was back before I could ask how he was hard again so soon.
He turned me over with his newly discovered strength and pushed my head into the bed.
“I’m going to fuck you, Willa. I’m going to fill you until you can’t walk straight.”
I let out a sigh. This was exactly what I wanted. To be fucked hard. Used until neither of us could talk.
His cock went to my soaking lips and pushed inside. I tried to arch my back in pleasure, but he held me down.
“Stay still. I need you to relax.”
As he moved in and out languidly, I felt something warm on my ass. It was liquid but I couldn’t see what he was doing. He moved his fingers around my asshole and then I felt not one, but two slip inside.
It was like no feeling I had felt before. The pain was only a moment and then I felt filled.
“Fuck.” I managed to wiggle my ass before my eyes rolled back into my head as he began to pump into me.
“That’s it, baby. Relax. Take me in. I’m about to fuck you right here.” He wiggled one of his fingers that was inside me. “Tell me if that’s okay.”
“Yes, please,” I moaned.
His cock slipped out of my pussy and I felt the tip line up to my puckered hole. It hurt when he began to push inside and I tensed.
“Relax.”
I took a breath and did as he said. He pushed farther and after a moment, everything changed.
“Yes. Hunter. Yes.”
He moved in and out slowly but after a few minutes, as I adjusted to him, he picked up the pace. He placed something by my core and slipped it inside. Now I was filled, and I had never felt anything so glorious in my life.
Every time he pushed inside, I let out a deep, animalistic groan.
“God, Willa. I can feel you coming from your asshole. Fuck. I’m not going to last.”
I was coming, hard. And my orgasm wouldn’t stop. Laying there, with my ass in the air, I let him fuck me. My body was there for him to toy with, to fill however he liked. And the more I thought about that and felt it, the more my body trembled with another orgasm.
I had no idea how much time had passed but eventually, my orgasms subsided, and I felt Hunter remove himself. He left the bed and came back with a cool rag to clean me up.
I turned onto my back and he moved beside me, resting on his side with his hand propping up his head. Hunter’s blue eyes drifted over my body, along with his fingers.
In that time, he had somehow undressed. Perhaps it was before he grabbed the condom or when we finally finished, but I couldn’t stop staring at his chest. It glistened and I wanted to snuggle up to it, but I couldn’t move.
“I’m pretty sure you’re stuck here now. I made sure you couldn’t walk for a while,” he said with a grin.
“That was your plan all along. To trap me in your lair. For me to become your sex slave.”
He moved his head back and forth as if mulling over the idea. “Slave, no. Lots of sex with you, yes. That I wouldn’t mind at all.”
I reached over to him, wanting to cup his cheek but only managed to slap his chest with the back of my hand. He turned my muscles into noodles.
“I wouldn’t mind you using my body with that cock as much as you like.”
He lowered his head and brushed his lips over mine. My mouth opened, and he gave me the deepest, most satisfying kiss I have ever experienced. I would have pulled him toward me, but my body had barely any life left.
Finally, he lifted his head. “Now that I found you, I don't know if I could ever let you go.”
The ache in my heart grew as he said that to me. In the back of my mind, I knew men always found fault with me but for a little while at least, I could enjoy this man. I would indulge in laughter, his dimples, his love of board games and baked goods, and his incredible cock.
It wasn’t as if that led to love.
