Chapter 16

Chapter Sixteen

Stace

I didn't even have her naked yet and I couldn't even breathe or think or do anything but want to touch her and smell her and taste her. I'd told her I wanted to seduce her, but I also wanted to wreck her a little bit, too.

Ruin her for anyone else, no matter how selfish that was. I wanted her to be mine. Be mine and only mine.

I'd told her we'd keep this casual, but I was absolutely lying through my teeth and I didn't expect her to actually buy it.

By the time she realized, it would be too late. I was going to be so good to her that she threw all those ridiculous rules out the window.

Being good to her probably didn't involve ripping her shirt in my desperation to get it off her, but that's what happened anyway. Hunter didn't seem to notice. If she did later, I'd sew it up for her.

Before we got completely naked, I had a moment of sense when I picked her up and carried her to the bedroom with her legs locked around my waist and her fingers digging into my back and her hair fucking everywhere .

I really was obsessed with her hair. I wanted to wrap it around my wrists and use it to guide her head and steer her kisses and maybe even pull on it, just to see how she'd respond.

We were both a little feral, but at least we were on the same page.

Reading between the lines, it had been a while for Hunter and it had been a while for me, so we were both wound up and desperate to touch another person.

I got her on the bed and pulled back just to figure out what I wanted to do with her first.

"Come back," she said, grabbing at me.

This princess had claws.

I smoothed her hair back from her face and stared at her swollen lips and her eyes full of blue sparks.

"Gonna let me take these off?" I asked, pulling on the waistband of her yoga pants.

"You'd better," she said, and I laughed.

Then I was taking her pants and underwear off and Hunter was finally, finally naked in her bed and my dreams were almost coming true. Almost.

"Fuuuucccckkkkkk," I drew out the word as I looked down at her.

"Take your pants off," she said, reaching out and wrestling with the drawstring of my sweatpants.

She let out a frustrated sound and ended up pulling me until I crawled on top of her, my sweatpants still sort of on.

"Hell yes," she moaned as she shoved her hands between my skin and my underwear, grabbing onto my ass and squeezing.

"Fuck!"

"Your ass is amazing, holy shit," she said, squeezing and kneading my ass.

That should not feel so good, but everything Hunter did felt incredible.

I leaned down to kiss her hard.

"Show it to me," she demanded, pinching one of my cheeks and making me yelp.

"You wanna see me?" I asked, wanting to tease her a little bit.

"Obviously," she snapped.

"You gonna punish me if I don't?" I asked to see her reaction.

Her eyes lit up.

"Maybe." She pinched me again and I sat up to pull down my sweatpants and my underwear at the same time, throwing them to the other side of the room.

"Happy?" I asked her as I lay my body on top of hers again. Her hands instantly went to my ass again.

"Yes, thank you," she said.

"You're welcome."

We both had one of those moments where time seemed to stop and we both got lost in each other's eyes.

Feeling all of my skin against hers and having her under me was unbelievable. This gorgeous creature was naked in bed. Looking up at me with so much desire in her eyes and in the way she held me and reached for me.

"Don't look at me like that," she whispered.

Instead of arguing, I kissed her and grabbed her hands from my ass and pressed them down on the bed.

You never knew how someone was going to be in bed until you got them naked. Sometimes they didn't know. I'd been knocked off my feet before when a shy girl turned into an absolute demanding control freak in my bed and I was happy to let her live out her fantasy with me.

As far as my own preferences, I thought of myself as a service switch. My partner's pleasure was my main goal, and however I got her there was fine with me.

I slowed the kiss down and then pulled back.

"What do you want, baby?" I asked.

"I want you to fuck me, Stace, don't make it complicated." She wiggled a little under me and I had to take a breath to focus.

"It's not complicated, but we've got to have a little conversation first."

Her eyes narrowed. I still had her hands pressed against the bed and she pulled so I let go.

"What do you like?" I asked and she made a frustrated sound.

"I like getting off," she practically growled.

I sat up.

"Maybe I won't fuck you. Maybe I'll just get myself off while you watch." I caressed my breasts and pinched my nipples and let my head drop back before looking down to see her reaction.

Her mouth fell open and her breathing accelerated. Interesting.

"What should I do next, baby?" I asked. Heat flared in her eyes.

"Put two fingers in your mouth." I grinned at her and did what she said.

"Get them wet."

I did.

"Circle your nipples."

Fuck, this was absolutely working for me. Her eyes were intense as she watched me do whatever she commanded. I was surprised that she wanted me to touch myself instead of her, but I wasn't complaining. She was still going to get off first. I never allowed myself to come first.

"Mmmm, that feels good, baby," I told her. Talking during sex always got me off. I was a yapper in and out of the bedroom.

"Touch your pussy," she said, and I almost came from just her words.

"God, that's hot," I said, stroking myself. I was so wet that I was dripping on her. Hunter had kept her hands on the bed until now. She slowly stroked them up and down my thighs, making my skin sizzle.

"Your legs are amazing, Stace," she said, her voice almost reverent.

"Thank you," I gasped as I carefully circled my clit, avoiding any direct contact so I didn't come too soon.

"What should I do now?" I asked her.

"Let me taste," she said, shocking both of us. Hunter opened her mouth and I slid my fingers in, moaning as she swirled her tongue around them.

" Fuck , Hunter," I said as she sucked on my fingers. If I wasn't careful, she was going to get me to come just like this.

She grinned up at me and that was the moment I knew I was doomed. Absolutely doomed. I'd wanted to ruin her, but this woman was absolutely going to ruin me, and I was going to let her.

"Can I touch you, please?" I begged.

"If you want," she said, but her voice trembled.

"I've never wanted anything more."

Hunter gazed up at me as I ran a hand through her hair and down her face, stroking a finger down her nose. My other hand brushed across her neck and across the top of her shoulders. She arched into me, and I knew I was being mean, giving her little light touches that caused her skin to pebble with goosebumps.

I drank in every little response from her, collected them all and hoarded them like treasures.

"Stace," she whined, and I'd been waiting for that.

"What is it, baby?" I asked.

She glared at me. "You know what."

I chuckled. "You're gonna have to tell me."

She let out a frustrated sound. "Just fuck me, Stace. Get on with it."

Oh, this was going to be fun.

"No, I'm not going to slam my fingers into you a few times until you come and call it good, Hunter. If that's what you want, you are perfectly welcome to go to Sapph and pull someone into the bathroom. That's not what you're going to get with me. That's not how I have sex."

I watched those words hit her and waited for the reaction.

She rolled her eyes. "Fine. Then show me what you do. I'm ready."

She wasn't. She absolutely wasn't.

"Okay, baby."

Hunter

She was awfully cocky for someone who had barely touched me. A quick hard fuck had been what I'd had in mind, but Stace had turned the tables on me and I was flailing and unsure, but I didn't want to stop. I wanted her to show me. I wanted to see. Wanted to know how this woman would be in bed. I had to know.

Hunter leaned down and kissed me, immediately licking her tongue into my mouth.

I had just settled into the kiss when she pulled back.

"If there's anything that I do that you don't like, you tell me, understand? The only way this works is if we're honest with each other. Can you promise me that?"

I nodded. "Yeah, I promise."

"Good girl," she said, and my body jolted so hard that I knew she felt it.

Stace rewarded me with a wicked grin.

"Fuck," I said, wanting to cover my face.

"Hey," Stace said, holding my chin in a light grip. "There's no shame when you're with me. No embarrassment about what you want. You can have it, as long as you tell me."

I'd never really voiced my feelings during sex like this. I'd always just kind of…went along with whatever happened. It usually went so fast that I didn't have a whole lot of time to think about what I wanted. As long as I came, and I always did, was the rest important? All those fantasies and times to go slow were for when I was alone.

"Okay," I said.

Stace's fingers stroked my chin before she leaned down to kiss me. Hard and deep, making my head spin. While she kissed me, she continued to touch me in that soft way that was absolutely maddening.

My pussy ached so much that it would be so easy to sneak my hand down there and make myself come, but I managed to hold back. Barely.

This woman was going to kill me, but I wasn't going to tell her to stop. As much frustration as I was drowning in, I wanted to know what she was made of. Wanted to see how we could be together.

While Stace systematically wrecked me with her kisses, her hands were on a mission of their own. I was content to trace the lovely muscles of her back with my fingers. Later, I was going to make her lay on her stomach so I could lick every single one of those muscles. I wondered if she'd sit for me and let me paint her. Move the couch or have her pose on a chair with sunlight pouring in across her. I didn't normally paint people, but Stace's back was more than a little inspiring. And those thighs.

"You're thinking too much," Stace said, breaking the kiss and gazing down into my eyes. "If you're able to think, then I'm not working hard enough."

Well fuck.

I opened my mouth to comment but then she swept her tongue inside, making my head spin.

Stace kissed my mouth and then smiled as she moved to my cheeks and my forehead, stroking my hair back.

"You have the prettiest ears I've ever seen," she said, pulling one of my earlobes into her mouth and making me let out a little sound of desire and surprise. "They're so dainty."

I let out a giggle when her breath tickled.

"I like your ears," I said.

She snorted. "You mean my satellite dishes?" I traced one with my finger.

"They're sexy."

Stace laughed into my neck, which tickled even more so I started laughing with her.

"I'm glad you think my ears are sexy," she said, licking a spot on my neck that definitely wasn't funny.

"Oh, do that again."

She did and I dragged my fingers through her hair. It was so soft and smelled slightly minty.

I gasped a second later when she dragged her teeth across the same spot and then licked and sucked again.

"Mmmmm," she said, kissing across my neck to the other side which was just as delicious.

She gave my other ear the same treatment and who knew ears could be so sensitive? Everything Stace did was so good that I could only make noises instead of words to tell her how much I liked it.

"Fuck, you're so pretty," Stace said as she licked across my collarbones and nibbled my shoulders and skimmed her fingers along the curves of my breasts.

"Touch meeeee," I whined, hating how needy my voice was.

"I am touching you, baby. Could you be more specific?"

How she could make me go from "fuck me now " to instant annoyance was amazing.

"Touch. My. Nipples." I enunciated every single word.

"Touch your nipples, what?" she asked, smirking down at me. Those devastating dimples.

"Huh?" I asked, completely forgetting what we'd just been talking about.

"What's the magic word?"

"I have no fucking idea. Abracadabra," I said. "Can you just touch my nipples, please?"

Stace grinned again. "There it is."

Oh. She'd wanted me to say please? What was I, a five-year-old asking for an extra cookie?

Just to be a brat, I said, "Please, please, please, pleaseeeeee."

That made her laugh just before she dipped her head and dragged one of my nipples into her mouth. Instantly my hands went to her head, twisting in her hair.

"Yes, fuck yes."

Stace wasn't gentle with me and it was like she was reading my mind. She went for it, biting and licking and sucking hard until I was twisting under her and so ready to come that all it would take was her whispering near my clit.

Just as I was about to tell her to do that, she gave me a few soft kisses and met my eyes.

"I love the way your skin looks right now," she said. I looked down to see what she meant and there were red marks all over me. I looked like a fucking leopard.

"What the hell, Stace?" I asked, but she just chuckled.

"Sorry princess. Couldn't help it. Wanted to give you something to remember me by."

She was so pleased with herself.

"You asshole," I said, pretending to shove her off me. She grabbed my arm and kissed my palm instead.

"I didn't hear you complaining."

I narrowed my eyes and she gently bit my thumb.

"You ready for more?"

"Jesus Christ, I've been ready for you to get me off this whole time!"

Stace sucked on my thumb for a second before letting it go with a pop.

"Then let's get you off."

"You'd better," I grumbled, and she swooped in to kiss me senseless.

"I will. Don't you worry. My mission tonight is absolutely to get you off multiple times."

I'd have to see that to believe it. I could get off many times on my own, but with a partner? I was usually one and done. Get in, get off, get out.

Stace moved until she sat with her legs folded under her and my thighs draped over hers. She stroked my legs and I could feel myself getting even wetter as she stared at me.

The room was too quiet.

"Stace?" I asked.

"Don't worry, baby. I've got you."

I gazed into her eyes and she nodded. In that moment, I believed her.

Stace stroked across my belly slowly, as if she was soothing me. I was fine. I was ready. I wanted her to get on with it. Her hands stroked my belly and my hips and the tops of my thighs, going closer and closer to where I really needed her to touch me. My clit was almost angry, pulsing like a heartbeat.

As if she sensed my frustration, Stace readjusted until she was laying on her side with her mouth inches away from my pussy. I pushed up on my elbows and then grabbed a pillow to prop myself up so I could see what the hell she was doing down there.

And then I almost screamed when she blew a warm breath across my clit.

"Fuck!"

Stace looked up at me and smiled. "Someone's sensitive."

I wanted to yell at her to just eat my fucking pussy when she licked a long line up my inner thigh, almost in the crease. Then she did lick that place and I moaned so loud that I was almost embarrassed.

"Yeah, that's what I want to hear," she said, stroking the other thigh and pushing my leg out wider.

"Stace, please!" I heard myself begging.

I expected her to tell me to be patient again, but it seemed like she'd tortured me enough. With warm fingers, she gently stroked my entrance, circling up and around my clit.

Another embarrassing sound left my mouth, but I didn't care. I didn't give a fuck if I started barking like a dog if she would just fucking get me off.

"Hmmm," she said as she stroked me again.

"What the hell does that mean?" I glared down at her.

She frowned. "Nothing. Just that this isn't the best angle. Hand me two of those pillows?"

"Jesus Christ," I said, but I passed her the pillows that she proceeded to stack and then lift me onto. She was just so strong .

Stace settled in between my open legs and gave me that heart-stopping smile again.

"Much better."

And then she finally, finally put her mouth on me.

I did scream.