29. Do You Need Me?

Chapter 29

Do You Need Me?

Megan

I don’t know how long I’ve been asleep, but when I wake, the room is pitch black, and I’m still enveloped in a set of powerful arms.

Shirtless but still in slacks, Hunter is sleeping, but you can barely tell.

His breathing is quiet.

Face at rest with zero expression.

Gun on the nightstand.

There’s no weird eye twitching or snoring, as most men do. It’s almost as if he never fully falls into a deep sleep because he’s waiting for the other shoe to drop.

My stomach growls, and I realize that I probably haven’t eaten anything in at least twelve hours, and even then, I only had a few Blue Whiskey wings. I try my best to slide myself out of his embrace so that I won’t wake him, but it’s no use. Just the slight movement of my left arm wakes him right up.

He tightens his grip around my waist.

“And where are you going?” he asks with a luscious, low voice that makes my stomach stir.

“To eat. I’m starving.”

“There’s nothing in that kitchen worth eating. Why do you think I always come down to your place for breakfast? I’ll take you somewhere.”

“Where are we going to go at this time of night?”

“There’s an all-night restaurant fifteen minutes from here. They serve pretty decent Asian-American fusion food. They usually keep a table open for me.”

“Of course they do.”

I reach my arms around his neck as the last few hours of my life hit me hard like a ton of bricks. I never have to worry about Samuel, Veronica, or Rachel again. I don’t have to pay them. I never have to see them again. I don’t even have to think about them.

“Did I ever say thank you?” I ask him.

“I’m not sure. Those aren’t words that I’d ever need or expect from you.”

“Well, thank you anyway.”

I stare for a moment into Hunter’s eyes and am in awe at the way he protected me today.

How he always protects me.

“Don’t think about it anymore.”

“I think the words you were looking for were you’re welcome .”

“Go brush your teeth so we can get going.”

“Why?” I crawl the length of his body and straddle his hips. “Does my breath smell?” I blow in his face.

“What are you doing, Megan?”

“What do you mean? I think it’s pretty obvious what I’m doing.”

I can feel him hardening in between my legs.

“You need a proper meal. You’ve been through hell.”

“I’m hungry for a lot of things.”

I trace my hand down the right side of his chest as I lean into the left.

“Is this your way of thanking me?” he asks cooly as he stoically tries to ignore my advances.

“This is the way I show you how much I want you,” I say, kissing the side of his neck.

Another kiss.

“And appreciate you.”

My hand slides down to his designer leather belt. I undo the buckle and then slide my hand down under the waistband.

“And need you.”

I know I’ve got him when his head falls back against the headboard and his eyes close.

“Do you need me, Hunter?”

I continue stroking the length of his dick and revel in the way it elongates and hardens under my touch. He groans in pleasure but doesn’t answer the question.

“Oh, you don’t feel like talking right now?” I tease.

“You want me to talk? I’ll talk,” he promises with a deep timber to his voice. “I want you to take off your clothes, get on your hands and knees, take every inch of my dick inside your pussy until you beg me to stop, and then we’ll go out for dinner.”

His words have a bite to them, and my panties become soaked with desire. I want this man in a way that I’ve never wanted him. I want him to consume me. To fuck the last twenty-four hours out of my heart and soul.

I want to forget who I was.

And I only want to remember this.

As I strip my clothing off, I watch as he inspects the bruises I’ve managed to accrue over the last few days. If I didn’t know better, I’d think that it physically pains him to see them.

“Hands and knees on the bed,” he orders. “Head down.”

“Something bad could have happened to you tonight,” he suddenly says, and when he speaks, his voice sounds different than I’ve ever heard it sound before.

“You’re wet as fuck,” he says, almost as if he’s surprised.

“That’s because I want you,” I tell him again.

“You’ve said enough,” he claps back. “Your body will tell me what it wants tonight. Not your mouth.”

The room becomes eerily quiet. All I can hear are the sounds of our breaths as they become heavy with want for each other. Hunter slides his left hand along my spine until it reaches the base of my skull. He grabs my hair and lifts my head up.

“Something bad could have happened to you tonight,” he suddenly says, and when he speaks, his voice sounds different from I’ve ever heard it sound before.

“I know,” I say.

His right-hand rubs small, soothing circles on one of my butt cheeks.

“I could have lost you, and if I had, there would’ve been no consoling me. I would have raged and ripped this city to shreds.”

I don’t know how to respond to that except with tears.

“I’m sorry,” I say because I don’t know how else to answer him.

His hand moves in between my legs.

“Don’t ever apologize for shit that’s not your fault ever again, Megan. Your only mistake is that you didn’t tell me everything a long time ago.”

“Okay,” I whisper through a mixture of pleasure and tears.”

“Spread your knees wider for me.”

I adjust my legs as he gently lowers my head back down.

“Wider,” he commands.

Carefully, he places kisses on each of my butt cheeks, then between my legs as my body shudders in delight.

“That’s a good girl,” he praises me. “Your body is telling me that it’s ready for me now.”

My clit pulsates, and my hips wiggle in anticipation of what’s coming. I want this badly. I need him to pound into me mercilessly. I hope he’s right. I wonder if he can actually tell what my body wants without me having to tell him. That would be fucking amazing.

My hands grip the comforter of the bed when Hunter pushes his fat dick inside of me. Every time I have sex with this man, it’s like my vagina forgets just how much it’s going to have to adjust to make room for him inside.

Hunter is huge.

He grabs my hips with his massive hands and continually strokes deep inside me without mercy.

His words are dirty.

“I’ve got exactly what your juicy cunt needs.”

His words are possessive.

“Whose pussy is this, Megan?”

My head gets lower and lower until I’m biting the covers. His dick feels like it’s damn near in my throat as he pushes himself in and out of me in a hypnotic rhythm. I can hear the bed squeak as he thrusts forward and a small sound in the back of my throat when he slides back.

It feels deliciously good.

But ten minutes in, and I’m not even close to having an orgasm.

Hunter notices it, too, and after a while, decides for us to switch positions. Now he’s on his back, and I’m on top of him in a position where I can control the tempo.

“Take what you want,” he tells me. “Ride me as long as you need to.”

I lower myself onto his rock-hard length again.

My hands pressed against his chest.

And I begin to work my hips up and down.

Then around.

It’s one of my favorite positions and so I try all my moves.

I grab my own tits and pinch my nipples as I bounce up and down on Hunter and feel like a wanton goddess as he grunts with pleasure.

“That’s it, baby. Fuck me like you want it.”

But another ten minutes later, no orgasm, and now I’m tired.

Hunter has staved off his own release for as long as he could and finally puts a stop to this train wreck of a sex session.

“Let me call the restaurant,” he says and gives me an obligatory tap on the ass to move out of the way so he can get up to pee.

So now I’m spread eagle on the bed.

Naked as a jaybird.

And as the tears roll down the sides of my face and onto the pillow, I'm asking myself…what on earth just happened?

What's my fucking problem now?