6. NOVA

NOVA

Chapter six

"You sure you want to do this?" Hunter asks as I unlock the door to my downtown apartment to let us in.

I decided to take him back to my place instead of going to his, because I've only had experience with guys wanting to fuck and be done with me, which is fine. But the walk of shame is actually pretty shameful. This way, I'm not the one who has to leave afterwards. Especially since I know I'll be seeing Hunter around the office.

Gosh, this is so wrong.

But really, I don't care.

I'm needy and honestly, it feels nice to have the attention of someone for once. Like I said, it's been a while.

I had gained a lot of weight after my parents died. It was gradual but I started to go through phases of eating too much and the stress and depression was really doing its number on me. I mean, sure, I've got perky breasts, and my ass is round and plump––which I love––but it's my swollen belly and thick thighs that tend to start up the peanut gallery of laughter. My biggest fans were those I went to high school with. They got a real kick out of my weight gain. But I developed a love for my new body. I value my curves and the stretch marks on my thighs. And while I eat healthy and take care of myself now, to some people it's not enough.

But I'm not looking to change the way I look just to please society. No one should have to feel the need for that kind of fuckery. I honestly feel prettier now as a size fourteen than I ever did as a size six, and everyone feels their best at different points in their lives so why should someone's weight matter? Though I'm confident in myself and love the fuck out of my curves, I still get that hint of insecurity when it comes to the stages of undressing during sex.

And even though Hunter has been staring at me the entire two minutes I zoned out like he wants to devour me, I can't help but feel a little self-conscious. This whole situation is intense and so new to me.

"What's on your mind, Nova?" His buttery timber shakes me to my core as I try to come up with a reason as to why I zoned out on him. He's leaning against my front door while I stand in between my kitchen and living room.

My apartment is an open concept, and though it's small, it does what I need it to. But it feels so much smaller knowing that I have someone else in here with me. And hotter too. Did I leave the heat on?

"Nova," he reminds me that he asked me a question.

He pushes himself off the door and slowly walks toward me. I don't know where my club-confidence went. But suddenly I'm rendered speechless.

"I just-" I swallow hard when he gets to the point where our feet touch. The smell of mint and tequila spins around my head, reeling from the high it gives me.

"Spit it out, little one." He reaches out to me; his finger grazes my cheeks in a gentle caress. I work hard to not give this man direct eye contact. I can feel myself melting in just his proximity, surprised I survived it at the club.

The memory of his hard cock grinding into my ass is what ultimately provides me the confidence I needed in this moment.

"It's just, it's been so long and I worry that you won't be good enough for me." My words are a sting to his ego, I can tell. And though I said it with a pout and a hint of feigning concern, he knows I meant it in a very bratty, sarcastic way.

"You wanna say that again, Nova?" His response is sharp and just as playful, but I won't lie, it does something different to me. And fuck me, I'm going to hell.

This man is essentially my coworker. Hell, he might even be considered my boss. Or maybe the other way around. I don't know how shit works in the wrestling world when it comes to all that. All I know is that there has to be some kind of rule about crew members fucking one of the wrestling stars but really, who's going to find out?

Just once, right? Just tonight?

"I just really need a man to give me what I need, and I worry that you're not man enough." I'm really playing with fire here, but I can't help it.

And who's to say I'll even remember this is in the morning? I can blame the alcohol on my courageous mockery.

Hunter lowers his hand from my cheek and traces my jawline before resting his grip around my throat.

Then he squeezes. Hard.

I'm so fucking wet.

What kind of girl threatens a man with HR then finds herself choked up in her living room by the same man and gets off on it?

I don't know what's happening or how we got here, but I'd be lying if I said I wasn't so turned on right now.

"When I had you pinned against the wall earlier today, I knew your little prim and proper was just an act. I knew that deep down there was this naughty little brat waiting to be taken care of, Nova. That's what attracted me to you." He leans down to the crook of my neck and inhales deep as he squeezes just a little tighter, the threat of passing out is a real possibility right now. But the strength of his grip on my throat only deepens the pool of lust swirling between my thighs.

"I will show you what kind of man can handle a woman like you, little one." I can't do anything but let out a little whimper which sounds more like a pornographic moan than a protest of fear. And honestly, I don't know which I intended because I am scared but the liquid heat dripping down my thighs betrays me.

And I started this.

I didn't tell him to back off in the hallway.

I accepted his invitation to the club.

I let him fit us together while we danced, like two puzzle pieces to complete the final image.

And I egged him on just now, intentionally. I wanted to get a rise out of him, to see how far I could go with him.

Because I want this. Despite what my head is telling me is right, I need this.

He lets go of the grip he has around my neck, and I gasp, needing air more than I need anything else right now.

But his feverish glare about knocks me on my ass.

"I want you on the bed, Nova. All fours."

"You…what?" I stutter, because what the hell? All fours? What kind of Animal Planet shit is this man into?

Okay, so maybe this isn't all that crazy, but I can confirm I've never had anyone choke me, first of all, and then demand me to get on all fours. So let me just reel in my vacillation between whether this is degrading or scorchingly hot.

"Now," he demands, but his tone doesn't express aggression as much as it gives off desire. So I listen to him.

I walk over to the bed and lean up on it. I feel comfort slip away as I lean over and steady myself on my hands and knees, facing the headboard. The leather skirt sits extremely tight, and I can feel air creep between my thighs confirming that it's short enough that he can see my ass.

"Fuck." I hear him say and he comes closer.

I shift a little, not really knowing how long I have to stay like this, but I hear his steps approach the bed and I can't help but feel a little giddy.

I feel his hands touch the back of my thighs. The heat burns its way to my center as he gradually and intimately drags his fingers up toward the curve of my ass. Goosebumps cover my skin as I'm sure he can see. I dip my head and close my eyes, imagining him doing exactly what he's doing, what he's seeing. My heart is heavy in my chest as it pounds against its restraint, and I can feel my arousal literally dripping down my thighs.

"You're so fucking sexy, little one. Let's get you out of this skirt." I attempt to move from my position, expecting to get up and strip myself but in a matter of seconds, I hear the tough tear of fabric rip through my leather skirt and suddenly, the item of clothing is pulled from my body seamlessly.

My gasp is loud and breathy. And I can feel his smirk all the way to my soul.

"Did you just-" Nerves wrack my body as the action of him ripping off my skirt––my leather fucking skirt, just ripped down the seam––sends painful need to my core. "That was an expensive skirt," I say, not knowing how else to react or what else to say, still on all fours.

"I'll buy you another one, Nova. Besides, it looks better on the floor."

Oh. My. God.

Is this really happening? Is this real life? Am I about to actually do this?

Something foreign stirs deep in my throat and tickles its way down to low in my belly, only heightened when I Hunter smacks my ass.

That hurt.

But I kind of like it.

So much so that I find myself pushing my ass back hoping for more.

"Such an eager little brat aren't you, Nova?" Hunter's voice vibrates through me like a tsunami, and I moan with such need.

"Please." I find myself begging. Which shocks the hell out of me. I've never begged for anything in my entire life.

I feel the straps of my thong being slid down my ass and toward my thigh, surprised that he's taking such gentle care of that as opposed to what he did to my skirt. What did my skirt ever do to him?

"Lift your knees for me," he directs, and I do so that he can discard my thong somewhere on the floor.

My oversized t-shirt is still covering the top of me, and I pray to whoever is in charge that he doesn't try to rip it from my body. I really like this shirt.

I don't see much of what he's doing. My eyes are closed, and my head dipped between my shoulders as I struggle to stay up on my knees. Not because I'm weak, but because my need for him to touch me is making me shake.

He smacks my ass again. And I almost buckle in my position because of how hard it was. That's definitely going to bruise.

"Scoot up on the bed a little bit, little one." I inch up a tad toward the headboard and look behind my shoulders to see him just casually sliding underneath me, his face lining up with my pussy.

"What are you doing?" I ask, when clearly, I know what he's doing. But I don't believe it.

"I can see that you're dripping, Nova. Want me to take care of this sweet little pussy for you?" I feel his fingers graze the lips of my pussy before he spreads me open.

Suddenly, I'm self-conscious about not shaving. But who knew I'd be in such a compromising position like this.

Hunter doesn't wait for me to answer before his finger enters my pussy. I moan almost embarrassingly but I can't help that he wrings that out of me.

"I can take care of it for you, Nova. But if you don't think I'm man enough…" he trails off as he removes his finger and I protest. Vocally.

"No, please. You're man enough. Hunter, please." I am nearly whining from how painfully I feel the need, begging with no shame. He can't bring me this close just to edge me and leave me wanting. I'd rather be doing a walk of shame tomorrow than have my night end like that.

"That's what I thought, little one. Sit up. Hands on the headboard." As I release some of the weight from my knees, I scoot up a little bit closer to gain a better hold of the headboard. Simultaneously, I hear my phone buzz. It's only a text. So, I let it go. Nothing is more important than this right now, selfishly.

"Don't hold back on me, okay, Nova? If your legs aren't shaking by the time I'm done with you, I didn't do my job." Hunter's voice is so close to my pussy as he talks to me. I look down and I can barely see his bright blues buried beneath me. I shiver at the sight as I grip the top of my headboard tightly.

I almost forget that we're in my room. The curtains to my window are shut and the lights are dimmed. I look over to my left and I realize I can see the position we're in clear as day in the mirrors that are plastered on the doors of my closet. Chills wrack my body when I see how scandalous this looks, how dirty. I've never been in this position before. And I-

"Oh my god!" I yelp when I feel Hunter's tongue trace my seam. I almost faint from how fucking good it feels. His tongue slides over my clit and I swear I'm already about to come.

A low growl rumbles from Hunter's voice as he continues his assault on my wanton pussy. He licks and sucks and draws out the lustiest moans from my mouth, even I'm surprised. I can't think straight. I don't want to. If I knew his mouth felt like this, I'd have let him take me in the hallway.

I find myself rocking against his mouth and his fingertips dig into the flesh of my ass.

"Right there!" I nearly squeal. And I'm rewarded with two fingers for it, he must have really liked me vocalizing my needs.

"Hunter!" I moan.

"Come on, little one. You can do better than that. Ride me." And I do. I look into the mirror and see this man's fingers entering me and leaving me. Thrusting as I grind against his face. I don't realize that I push some of my weight down on him, nearly suffocating the man and when I go to ease up, he digs his fingers into the flesh of my thighs in a harsh protest and brings me down further.

"Fuck," I whisper, and I feel the wave of my orgasm rippling through me. "I'm going to come, Hunter. I-oh fuck!" He doesn't relent the motion of his fingers, instead he curls them deeper and steadies his tongue over my clit, sucking and pulling.

I'm nearly crying because it feels so fucking good. I grind hard against his face as my orgasm rips through me and I feel my pussy clenching around his fingers. His groans only heighten my release of pleasure and when I feel like I can breathe again, I let go of the headboard, realizing that my knuckles were white from holding on so tightly.

"Holy shit," I say mainly to myself, but Hunter hears me.

"Did that do it for you, little one?" I'm breathing quickly, trying to catch my breath as Hunter slides out from underneath me.

All I do is nod and let out a whiny little whimper to hopefully indicate that it did in fact do it for me.

I turn around and rest my back against the headboard, Hunter leans against the bed, his hands pushed into the mattress as he stares at me like he's deprived of water.

"You're so fucking pretty with my mouth on your pussy, Nova. But I want to see what you look like with your mouth full of my cock."