Chapter 10

"Peanut butter and chocolate and mint chip?" Hunter asks.

"Peanut butter and chocolate and mint chip. It's absolutely divine," I reply.

"I'll take your word for it."

"You don't know what you're missing, Mister."

He laughs as the girl hands me my double-scoop ice cream cone. Done with that, she fixes his Rocky Road ice cream cone and hands it over to him. Hunter pays quickly, and we walk out of the shop. We stroll down the street after a wonderful dinner, eating our ice cream. The whole night has been amazing. Actually, the last couple of weeks have been amazing.

Hunter finally got cleared to go back to work, but we've been spending every free minute we have each other. I feel closer to him already than I've ever felt to anybody in my entire life. He's just so open and genuine. He's so thoughtful and kind. And despite his gruff exterior and usual demeanor, with me, he's always tender and gentle. Unless I don't want him to be. As thoughts of our sexual escapades flash through my mind, my cheeks flush and my belly grows warm.

Truth be told, I don't have a lot of experience with sex. I'm not a prude and I would never condemn anybody else for having a healthy and active sex life with multiple partners. For me, though, it's always been important that I have feelings for the person I give myself to. I've always wanted sex to be meaningful and not just something to do. That's just my personal thing. And sex with Hunter has been super meaningful to me.

The connection we seem to share is unlike anything I've ever felt before. It's powerful. It's effortless. And it feels real to me. We haven't spoken about our burgeoning relationship—I just don't think we're quite at that point yet. But I know for my part, I have no desire to see anybody else, and I hope he feels the same. When he looks at me, I feel like he really sees me. I feel like his feelings are growing for me the way mine are growing for him. Emotionally speaking, everything between us feels natural. It feels right.

And the sex… it's mind-blowing. Absolutely mind-blowing. Even putting the earth-shattering orgasms I have aside, Hunter just seems to know what buttons to push. He just seems to have an innate ability to know what I like that gets me off. When we're together, he seems more focused on pleasing me than he is on getting himself off. Most guys, at least guys my age, are really only interested in getting off without even stopping to care whether I've been pleased or not. Maybe it's Hunter's age, but he's the exact opposite. It's such a rare quality.

Being with Hunter has unlocked levels of my own sexuality I didn't know existed. He's made me more naturally open to things I never considered before. I like it when we're a little rough and he kind of manhandles me. I love that he makes me feel like such a small, delicate girl. I've never thought I was a role-play sort of girl, but I absolutely love how hot he gets when I call him Daddy. He seems to get a little rougher and more forceful. And as much as I love it when we're slow and tender, it gets me off even harder when he's more assertive and dominating like that.

"Thank you for tonight," I say. "And thank you for the last couple of weeks."

"No need to thank me for anything," he replies. "I'm just glad that we've gotten to spend so much time together. I'm enjoying being with you."

"I'm enjoying being with you, too."

We walk together, eating our ice cream and enjoying each other's company. Everything between us has just seemed so easy that in some ways, it's a little disconcerting. I can't say I've ever been with somebody where it all seemed so easy. I look over and give him a smile.

"I've always had a crush on you," I admit. "But I never actually believed this would be possible. I never thought I'd be with you."

"Well, if we're being honest, I always had a thing for you, too. And I never thought we'd be here together either."

Hearing him say he'd always been into me the same way I've been into him sends a flutter through my heart. It's like a teenage fantasy coming true. Thunder rumbles overhead and the sky lights up as a bolt of lightning flashes behind the dark clouds. A moment later, the first raindrops start to fall. Everybody on the sidewalk, looking as unprepared as we are for rain, scrambles to get indoors with a chorus of squeals and laughter.

Hunter throws what's left of his cone into the trash can and grabs my hand. Like the other girls on the sidewalk, I squeal and giggle as he leads me through the parking lot and to his truck. We quickly jump in, still laughing, both of us wet from the sudden deluge. Rain beats on the roof of the cab above us with a staccato rhythm punctuated by the rolling growl of the thunder, and the sky lights up with flashes of lightning.

"That came out of nowhere," he says.

"Right?"

We don't often get storms like this blowing through, so none of us were ready for it. It's not a cold storm, it's mostly just wet. As I drip on Hunter's upholstery, the windows around me are steaming up and growing opaque, the cab of the truck growing a little humid.

"Sorry, I'm getting your seats wet," I say.

"Don't sweat it."

He turns to me, his eyes glittering in the dim ambient light. He's wearing a sultry smile, and I feel my heart start to race as it seems to be growing warmer in the cab of the truck. Not nearly as warm as it's growing between my thighs, though. It blows me away that he can get me dripping wet with nothing more than a look. But it's been that way for a long time. And the power Hunter has over me hasn't diminished with the years. It's confounding but, at the same time, exhilarating.

Hunter pulls me over to him and kisses me as I settle down on his lap. I wrap my arms around the back of his neck and lean into him, our kiss growing deeper and more passionate. My stomach churns and my pulse races as Hunter slides his hands up my thighs. His fingers on my skin send cold shivers rushing through my body. The heat between my legs is burning out of control and my panties are soaked already as the anticipation within me builds.

Reaching down, I fumble with Hunter's belt, my eagerness to free that long, thick cock making me flounder. He looks up and flashes me a smile before putting his hands over mine to steady them. A shaky laugh bursts from my mouth, and I shake my head. I draw in a deep breath. Then, with hands that aren't trembling as hard, I manage to get his belt and pants undone.

I raise myself and Hunter slips his hands beneath my skirt and pulls my panties aside. A gasp bursts from my mouth as his fingers dance along the edges of my pussy, teasing and tickling my clit. I close my eyes and let the sensations crawl across my skin. When I open them again, though, the look of hunger on Hunter's face nearly steals my breath. I've never had somebody look at me that way before, and it sends a wave of heat rushing straight through me.

Gripping Hunter's rigid length, I slide the head of his cock along my lips, brushing it against my button, sending a ripple of pleasure through me. The hunger I feel mirrors what I see on Hunter's face, and my desire for him reaches new heights. I need to have him inside of me, and I don't want to wait, so I lift myself again, then settle down with the head of his dick pressed against my opening. Biting my bottom lip, I sink onto him inch by glorious inch until he's buried to the hilt inside of me.

"You feel so fucking good," he says, his voice low and husky.

"Not as good as you feel."

A smile pulls at my lips as I tremble, relishing the way it feels to have him so deep within me. He fills me so completely that it gives me a pinch of pain, but that somehow only serves to heighten the pleasure that grips me. I grip Hunter's shoulders and start to move slowly, rising and falling on his long, deliciously thick staff. With every downward thrust, he hits that spot deep inside of me that sets off a rapturous explosion of feeling.

With his hands on my hips to guide me, Hunter begins moving beneath me. Faster and harder, the rhythm of our bodies moves in time with the torrent of rain beating down on the roof of the truck. The sound of our passion fills the cab, my every cry punctuated by the loud crack of thunder outside. Every ridge of his thick cock sliding along my wet inner walls fills me with an overpowering heat. It makes my every nerve ending crackle with sparks.

Our mouths crash together, and Hunter forces his tongue against mine, kissing me with a wild fury that almost knocks me off his lap. As I continue riding him, I steady myself by putting my hand against the window, leaving a smeared print on the foggy glass. Hunter thrusts himself upward as I thrust myself down, his cock piercing my deep center. His hands are still on my ass, squeezing and helping pull me down harder on top of him.

"You feel amazing, Daddy," I say, my voice a choked whisper. "Keep fucking me. Keep fucking me harder, Daddy."

Hunter's face darkens with his lust, and a low growling hiss escapes through his clenched jaw. As we hurtle toward a powerful climax, our movements are frantic. He's making me bounce up and down harder, slamming himself deep into me. As I feel his cock swell, a strong quiver passes through me. And when he presses his head back against the headrest, he lets out a moan as loud and rumbling as the thunder outside. A moment later, Hunter bursts.

The feeling of his warm, wet seed filling me up pushes me over the edge, and I cry out as my body shakes wildly. I cling to him, my fingers pressing hard into his shoulders as we come together. I feel his cock pulsing inside of me as my pussy throbs, milking every last drop of his come out of him. Our orgasms are powerful and seem to rock both of us to our very core. My breath is harsh and uneven, and it feels like fire is running through my veins as I revel in the feeling of Hunter draining himself inside of me.

As the last waves of pleasure ripple through us, I lean forward and press my forehead to his. Hunter's dark eyes are fixed on mine and a small smile lifts the corners of his mouth that makes my still-racing heart stumble over itself.

"Wow," I say.

He nods. "Wow."

As we cling together behind the fogged-over windows of his truck relishing our ebbing orgasms, the rain beating on the roof of the truck lessens and stops altogether.