Page 99 of Hacking His Code
As Hunter pulls me toward his suite, I look back over my shoulder and say, “We should do brunch again.”
“I’d love to,” she returns.
Hunter closes the door behind us, then presses me up against it, sealing his lips to mine.
God, I didn’t realize how much I needed this.
His body presses against me, his cock hard against my thigh. There’s an urgency to our coupling. We both feel it.
His tongue caresses mine hungrily. He tastes strongly of liquor, which somehow adds to his over-the-top sexiness.
His hand slides into the waistband of my shorts, maneuvering my panties to the side and rubbing lightly along my sex. I release a shuddering breath, anticipating his invasive touch.
“God, you’re already so wet,” he rasps. “I’ve been dreaming about this for the last three weeks.”
I groan, spreading my legs, encouraging him to explore.
“Tell me how badly you want me, Ari.”
“So fucking badly.”
He takes his other hand and forces my chin up so that I’m gazing into his eyes. “Look at me when you say it.”
“I want you, Hunter.”
“Tell me exactly what you want.”
He massages my clit, circling his fingers in a rhythm that makes my legs weak.
“Tell me!”
“I want you to make me come.”
“That sounds so sexy,” Hunter whispers, his other hand trailing from my chin, down my neck, over my breasts and corset, to my waistband.
He pulls my shorts and panties down, slipping them over my boots and off my body. Then, he drops to his knees, bringing his fingers up to trace the delicate folds of my sex.
His warm breath washes over me, a gentle tease. Impatient, I push my hips forward, and when he chuckles in response, I reach down and grab a hand full of hair and pull him to me.
He takes the hint, delving his tongue along my sensitive flesh.
Looking down at him on his knees, his shaggy hair falling over his face as he pleases me, is intoxicating. He isn’t sweet and sensual like he was the first time we were together. Instead, he’s hungry. Urgent. Demanding.
He forces my legs further apart, bringing a hand up to my core and sliding a finger inside me.
His tongue glides along my lips, honing in on my clit, drawing me closer and closer to my inevitable conclusion.
My body rushes toward releases, my hips bucking wildly upward, and as my passion spills, Hunter tightens his grip on me.
Oh, fuck…
As I come, I scream out in ecstasy, riding the heigh of my orgasm as Hunter works his magic, drawing out my pleasure.
Finally, my body calms, and he pulls away.
I’m panting, unable to speak, unable to even think. I nearly collapse, my body is so spent.
Hunter rises, taking me firmly by the arm and pulling me further into his suite.
