Page 41 of Hunt Me
Her clit is swollen and red as I draw torturous circles around it, then I suck.
Fauna’s grip on my hair borders on painful, but it only encourages my movements, pushing her further towards her release.
My grip on her shifts as I bring the hand that is not squeezing her arse between her legs, slipping into her centre I curl my fingers.
The combination of me sucking her clit and curling my fingers against that sweet spot has her combusting in my arms. I look up to her, watching as her gaze leaves my own and her head tips back against the wall. Fauna screams her release and I’m granted the pleasure of tasting her as she cums.
I can’t help myself.
As I said; I’m a man obsessed.
I don’t realise how long it has been since Fauna came until I hear her throaty chuckle as she lightly pushes my head from between her legs.
One last lick because, well, the overwhelming need compels me to. Reluctantly, I pull back, looking up to find her cheeks brightly flushed pink, and my heart skips a beat as I take in how completely gorgeous the girl sat on my shoulders is. How completely ethereal she looks, freshly orgasmed. The sparkle in her brown eyes is so measuring I could be lost for all of eternity in her gaze.
‘So is this the appropriate time to start playing thatI just had sex songas you walk out of there?’An all-too-familiar voice interrupts our moment, and Fauna’s satisfied sleepy look morphs into one of complete alertness.
Chapter Nineteen
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Fauna
I’m launching for a weapon before the unknown man can finish his sentence.
Stupid. Stupid.
I’m so fucking stupid.
One orgasm was all it took for me to let my guard down. No, scrap that. Theideaof an orgasm and the promise of a hot shower had all my carefully built-up defences crumbling to the ground.
My feet slap against the plastic flooring, and I reach for my bat…
No, no, no.
My bat, I left it…
All of a sudden, it feels like I can’t breathe, my vision blurs, but not enough to block out the fully clothed man staring right at me. My skin flushes in equal parts embarrassment and fear asI realise I have just ran — butt ass naked — into full view of the male voice that had me running in the first place.
He wears an expression of shock on his face, his eyebrows raised and from the way his mask shifts around his chin looks as if he is about to say something. The outline of his lips stretching the painted fabric as they open before closing again, deciding against it. Then his eyes widen as they take in my now shaking form.
My bat has to be somewhere. There must be something in this room, somewhere I can escape. But before I can decide on an action the hulking, very naked form of the Skull I just had between my legs stands directly in front of me, blocking my view from the stranger or, more importantly, his view of me.
‘Get. The fuck. Out.’Ruaridh barks at the newcomer.
The other man makes a shuffling noise, what I assume is his clothes rustling with his movement.
‘I’m sorry, man. Didnae mean to scare the lass,’the stranger apologises and I recognise his Scottish accent being similar to Ruaridh’s.‘It was supposed to be a laugh.’
‘Do I look like I’m laughing, Vish?’Ruaridh asks shifting his arm and I suck in a breath as I realise he picked up one of his axes before he stood in front of me.
‘I’ll go outside and give you two a sec,’the man, Vish, says on what sounds like a sigh.
Ruaridh angles his head towards the door in agreement, and the sound of footsteps leaving fills the almost empty room.
I feel my breathing, although still short, return to a semi-normal pace — my lungs now deciding to work again.
The sound of a door closing is my cue to find my clothes, but before I take a step, Ruaridh’s calloused palms are gripping my arms, not hard enough to hurt, but strong enough to support me in a way.
