26. Hunter

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Jo is measured as she helps me undress her at top speed. She knows I’m desperate, and I think she likes me that way.

Hell, I think I like me that way.

Finally, she’s naked in front of me, and I sit back on my heels, scanning her with my eyes and studying every inch of her. She’s soft, round, and lush. I reach out and trace a stretch mark on her stomach, marveling at how lovely she is. “You’re beautiful, Giovanna,” I say earnestly, tipping my head back to look up at her. “Thank you for sharing yourself with me.”

Her hands are in my hair. “What does that mean?” she asks shakily.

“It means I’m not taking tonight for granted. That I see you. That I’m grateful you’re letting me see you. Touch you. And I want you to know that.”

She bites her lip. “That’s…thank you. I see you, and I’m grateful, too.”

Her hand cups my cheek and I lean into her, unable to take my eyes off her.

“Let me love you,” I beg, blushing upon the realization of what I said. “Your body. Love your body. Let me taste you.”

Jo letting me love her is the only way she could make tonight better. But I know she’s not there yet, so I’ll take her body. If that’s all I can have right now. I’ll worship and love every inch of her.

“You’re not naked enough,” Jo grumbles, and I reluctantly get to my feet. She runs her eyes over me. “I’m tempted to tell you to leave the boots on.”

I grin. “That would be a first, shockingly.”

“That is surprising,” she agrees, reaching out and running her index finger down my sternum. I shiver at the feeling of her nail between my breasts and she smirks. “I love how you don’t hold back and just react. It’s the best.”

“Maybe I’m a shit liar, too.” I take a step back from her. “Boots on or off?”

“Off. This time.”

This time . I try to tell my brain not to run with the fact there might be a time she wants to fuck me in my boots. It’s fine, I’m cool. Super chill.

I kick off my boots, and then shimmy my underwear down my hips and thighs, letting the lace fall to the ground in a puddle of pink. Jo’s kept her eyes on mine throughout my final bit of disrobing, and I keep mine on hers as I step out of the underwear.

“Ta-da!” I lift my arms above my head and cock my hip. “I’m naked!” I peer down at my feet. “Well, almost.” The pink socks with tiny disco balls stay on, obviously.

She barks out a loud, snorting laugh and it makes me laugh in return. We move towards one another at the same time, wrapping our arms around each other and pressing our lips together. God, I could stay in her arms forever if she’d let me. Melt into her until all I am is a memory and I’m completely consumed by Giovanna Theresa Quinn.

“Let me taste you, honey,” she gasps, breaking our kiss. I whine and press myself further into her before my brain registers her words.

“Oh!” I blush when it clicks. “Yes. That. Let’s do that.”

She sits down on the bed, shimmying backward before laying down. She lifts her head and arches her eyebrow. “Are you going to sit on my face or not, honey?”

I groan and crawl onto the mattress. “I’ll do whatever you want me to do right now.”

“See, you say that. But I have a feeling you like breaking the rules. Making me frustrated and working me up, don’t you?”

“I plead the fifth.” My face is so red. I position myself and straddle her shoulders so that my head hovers above her cunt, all dark curls and glistening wetness.

I did that! I think excitedly. She’s that wet because of me .

“Don’t forget to watch when you come.” She licks my cunt with one long stroke.

I moan at the contact. I’m a goner. My thighs are already shaking next to her head and I want to collapse on top of her. I lift my gaze, noticing the mirror is right in front of me. Hypothetically, doing as she says should be easy-peasy. I also have the perfect view of Jo’s pussy. Her feet are planted on the mattress, knees spread, and my mouth is fucking watering.

I lower my mouth to her, tentatively circling her clit with my tongue, and almost launching through the ceiling when she moans against me in response.

I slip my fingers into my mouth, then lower them and curl my middle and ring fingers into her, feeling the rough skin I remember from the last time I made her come.

She moans again and I lower my mouth to her, licking her labia. I part her with my free hand and suck her clit into my mouth.

I’m somehow able to focus on the feelings and keep my eyes on the mirror. It’s so hot, the way my fingers disappear into her, how hooded my eyes are. It’s so fast, but I’m coming in minutes, eyes squeezing closed as I ride out my orgasm.

“Did you see?” Jo gasps, and I whimper from the loss of her mouth against me.

Shit .

“No,” I admit, flushing. “My eyes closed.”

I gasp and jerk as her teeth scrape against my vulva. “That’s a shame,” she purrs. “Guess we have to try again. Eyes on the mirror, Hunter.”

I haven’t fully come down when her lips clasp onto my clit again. She wants to play with me? Fine. I can play with her, too. I force myself to keep my eyes on the mirror as I increase the speed and pressure of my fingers and flick her clit with my tongue.

Her moans and gasps only increase my own pleasure, and as I feel my orgasm building, she tightens around me.

I pull my fingers out from her.

“ Fuck ,” she curses, pulling her mouth away from me.

“I know,” I answer sweetly, looking over my shoulder at her and batting my eyelashes. “That’s why I stopped. I heard you, baby.”

“Such a naughty girl.” I squeak and jump as she bites down on my thigh. She says it like she hadn’t specifically told me that she loves the wait. “Two can play at this game.”

Our mouths are on each other once again, her movements fast, hard, and frantic to my soft, lazy licks and sucks. She likes it this way though, which surprises me. Jo Quinn, with her hard and ragged exterior, enjoys slow, soft, gentle sex. She likes to drag it out, make all her pleasure last as long as possible.

I break contact again and Jo groans in frustration. “This is the cruelest torture,” she grumbles.

“No,” I correct. “The cruelest torture is knowing we share an apartment and that you couldn’t be mine. Imagining you when I made myself come and then biting down on a pillow so you wouldn’t know. That’s the cruelest torture.”

Her fingers dig into my hips, and I’m delighted by it.

Her mouth is on me again, flicking and sucking just so that I lift my head and force myself to look in the mirror as she pulls another orgasm from me. My eyes are heavy lidded and my mouth opens as I pant. When I start coming, my mouth slams shut. I think she’s delusional. I don’t laugh, and I don’t smile.

But then as I feel myself beginning to come down, I watch in wonder as my lips turn upward and I let out a giggle.

The fuck ?

“Did you see?”

I nod, dazed. “That’s so weird.”

“I freaking love it. I want to make you come a million times a day so I can see that smile a million times a day.”

I bury my face in her pillowy thigh, tickled pink and a tiny bit bashful from her words.

“Stop hiding from me, honey.”

“No,” I whine.

Smack .

I shriek and jump at the stinging sensation of Jo’s hand on my ass.

“Did you just spank me?”

“Mmhmm.” Damn her, she sounds smug. It makes my muscles clench with an aftershock of pleasure. “Remember at that fancy French restaurant Kelsey and Becky took us to and you typed up a list of things I might need to know? I was baffled that you thought I needed to know you liked being spanked. Turns out I needed to know a bit later than expected.”

She runs her hand over my ass, soothing the stinging sensation and causing my stomach to swoop with anticipation. “Are you blaming me ?”

“Sure am. If you never told me, if you behaved, I wouldn’t have to do this.”

Thwack.

I bite back a moan this time.

“You like that, don’t you?” She’s amused and unsurprised. “My dirty, dirty girl.”

She buries her face in my pussy and I squeal again, this time for the masterful way she uses her lips on me. “You taste so good,” she groans into my cunt. “How do you taste so good?”

I smile proudly and grind my pelvis against her.

I bury my face in her, too, trying to decide whether I should tell her that when I’m with her, I’m the best I’ve ever felt. She curves two fingers into me before I can make a decision.

“Giovanna,” I moan, voice low and husky.

“God, I love it when you say my name like that,” she gasps from between my legs.

I try to steady my movements, keep my licks and sucks and nuzzles consistent, but she’s too good at this. When she spanks me a third time, my thighs clench around her shoulders and I explode.

She slows her movements. Her hand is gentle on my backside, slow soothing circles as I come back to this galaxy.

“You’re really good at this,” I manage to gasp, resting my cheek on her thigh. “I haven’t done this in twelve years, you’re making me look so bad.”

She giggles and playfully taps my ass. “You’re doing such a good job, honey. Don’t be an asshole to yourself.”

“You’re just saying that because I’m rusty and you feel bad for me,” I bemoan.

It’s my turn to squeak as she flips us over and adjusts us so that her face is next to mine. My stomach flips, too. She's so gosh darn pretty.

“You’re a pain in my ass.” She boops my nose.

I boop her nose in return. “Says the woman who spanks me.”

“Says the woman who likes it.”

“Wow. You seemed all too eager to spank me,” I tease gently, running my index finger over her lips, her chin, down her neck and between her breasts.

“What are you doing?”

“Dunno. I was told I have to make you come like a good girl. And I’m such a good girl, aren’t I?”

Jo cups my cheek as I slip my hand between her thighs. “My good girl,” she murmurs, her dark eyes on mine.

I gasp and jackknife up as I remember something. “Oh my god! Oh my god !” I leap out of bed and rush to the dresser, opening the top drawer.

“Um, hello?” Jo’s voice carries from the bed, full of confusion.

“Be patient, baby.” I rummage through the contents until I find what I’m looking for. I hold it to my chest and turn slowly back to the bed, unable to stop the mischievous smile creeping on my face.

Jo blinks at me. “I thought you said you packed it away?”

I smirk and walk back to the bed, climbing next to her and pressing a quick kiss to her cheek. “I lied. I might be a good girl, but what’s the fun of being good if you don’t get to be a little naughty, too?”

Jo’s hips jerk as I press the pink rabbit between her thighs and turn it on. I spread her with my fingers and run the head from her entrance to her clit, loving the way her left hand fists the sheets.

“God. You’re…you’re too much,” Jo chokes out.

“I’ve always been too much,” I say, heart in my throat. “I’ve always been too loud and too excitable and too…just too much. It’s always been a bad thing.”

She fists my hair and tilts my head up, the green flecks glistening in the lowlight. “You’re too thoughtful. Too funny. Too brave. Too beautiful. Too wonderful . Saying you’re too much in a negative way is like complaining the sky is too blue, a flower too beautiful. You fucking can’t . I can’t get enough of you.”

I kiss her, tears stinging the back of my eyes. Because, in this moment, I truly believe she could love me, that she could want us to be real. It feels right, the idea of us whispering what we see in the other in the darkness, in our shared bed. It feels right that I should fall asleep beside her. She feels right.

She always has. Finding and falling in love with her again was finding an old favorite oversized sweater from years gone by, putting it on, and realizing it’s a perfect fit now. She’s my perfect fit.

It seems cruel that the universe would take her away from me, and then bring her back to me just for me to lose her again.

I love you! I want to scream. And I think you can love me, too. Be brave. Be brave like I know you can. Be brave for me. Choose me. Because I choose you, and I’ll keep choosing you, until you forget every time you weren’t chosen.

“I have to make you come,” I croak instead, pulling away and ducking my head. “I can’t not make…not make you come.”

“Hun… fuck -” I cut off her words by pushing the vibrator into her. Her eyes close in ecstasy and her teeth dig into her bottom lip.

She’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

I slowly fuck her with the toy, pulling it out when her breathing becomes more frantic.

“ Hunter .”

“Let me tease you, baby. I want to give you the best orgasm of your life, slow and dragged out, just the way you like it. You’ll never, ever have to fake with me. Never. You’re enough exactly as you are.”

Her eyes open as I press the vibrator into her again. I edge her for a few minutes, until she’s a writhing and begging mess. “Please. Hunter, please ,” she begs. I don’t pull out this time, and it feels like I’m completely surrounded by her as she falls apart, whimpering my name in my neck as her body writhes.

It’s everything I’ve imagined, and somehow much, much more.

“Hun,” Jo gasps, as I pull the vibrator from her, her nails loosening their grip on me. “Hun.”

“I know, baby.” I brush her dampened bangs from her face. “I know. Let it all out.”

“Fuck you.”

I bark out a laugh. “I beg your pardon?”

“You heard me.” Jo lifts her head and presses her lips to the pulse point on my neck, causing my breath to shudder. “Fuck. You.”

“You did that already,” I tease. “But you can do it again, if you want.”

“Don’t you want to know why?”

“My sparkling personality, I assume.”

“Because you understood exactly what I was saying. You’re the only person who got it, who took the time to listen and give me what I wanted.”

I push back some hair from her face. “Because you deserve to be listened to, and to get what you want, baby.”

We both jolt at the sudden rap on our door.

“Be right there!” I holler, walking bare-assed to the dresser and rummaging for a nightgown and robe. I quickly make myself decent and hurry to the door.

“Hey!” I’m taken aback when I see Audrey at the door. She’s taken her makeup off and has a star-shaped pimple patch on her chin. Her dark auburn hair is piled into a haphazard bun, and she’s wearing round glasses, completely different from the professional, polished vibes she gave off earlier today.

“Hi,” she says awkwardly, her eyes shifting to the side. “I hate to do this. I really hate to do this.”

“It’s okay, Audrey,” I tell her, patting her forearm encouragingly. “I believe in you. You can do hard things.”

She stares at where I’m touching her arm. “Uh, thanks? Didn’t know you moonlit as an inspirational poster.”

“Stop deflecting. Do the hard thing.”

“We got a few noise complaints.”

I stare blankly at her. “I didn’t hear anything.”

Audrey grimaces, and it clicks.

“ Oh . We’re the noise.”

“Yeah, uh, one of the brides called down and asked a manager to talk to you. Nia is dealing with another situation, so you get off-duty me. Apparently they haven’t been able to sleep because of, uh, the noises.”

My brow wrinkles. “The brides?”

“Yeah. They’re in the room next to yours.”

I try to hide my smile, knowing that every noise Kelsey heard was genuine, real, and it may very well have been the first time she heard Jo getting exactly what she needed.

“We’ll be sure to keep it down,” I promise Audrey, fighting back a smile.

We exchange a few more words, then I close the door walking back to the bed. My heart feels like it has wings when I see her sitting against the headboard, sheet rumpled at her waist and a shit-eating grin on her face.

“Did you know Kelsey and Becky were in the room next to us?” I teasingly scowl and plant my hands on my hips.

“I totally forgot.” Her face falls for a moment. “This wasn’t to get her attention or make her jealous, or anything like that, I swear. I…fuck. I didn’t think about her at all, I was focused on us,” she says it like she’s having a revelation, and in a way, she is.

“I’m so, so proud of you,” I tell her earnestly, knowing how much she’s wanted to move on and get Kelsey out of her head.

She rests her temple on my shoulder, and I kiss the crown of her head as she inhales raggedly. I hold her there for a few minutes, and then we lay down facing each other. We turn off our bedside lights, and hold each other close until we fall asleep.