moment, just a moment’s reprieve from this ecstasy, before I do the unthinkable and fall. You can’t let go , I tell myself, writhing, you can’t give in , but Hunter demands my total surrender, and he won’t be denied. He curls his fingers up inside me, stroking a new secret nub of pleasure, moving faster, plunging deeper. My body aches, screaming with pleasure, coiled tight and wanting, crying out for the end. Then he closes his lips around my clit and sucks.
I shatter.
The orgasm rips through me, devastating every last one of my senses. I fall, spiraling into the waves of pleasure, sobbing his name as the tide washes over me, again, and again, filling me up and emptying me out until I’m left gasping and ravaged on the stable floor.
Hunter drives me home. I’m in a daze, still reeling from the most intense orgasm of my life—and the overwhelming feelings now whirling through my body: shock and disbelief and desire and exhilaration, all tangled in a mass of confusion that I don’t even know how to process.
I can’t believe I just did that.
It comes rushing back to me in hot, guilty flashes: memories of me spread, naked, bound beneath him; the dark look of possession in his eyes; the desperate sound of my voice, begging him for more. It’s like it happened to someone else, some kind of out-of-body experience, because nothing I’ve ever done before has even come close to being so hot, so dirty.
So fucking good.
I feel my cheeks burn, and sneak a glance over at Hunter, shadowed in the headlights’ beam. He’s got one hand on the steering wheel, the other draped out the open window; his eyes fixed to the dark road as if nothing’s happened.
I feel a twist of insecurity. How am I supposed to act with him now that he knows my deepest weakness? How can I even look him in the eyes again when he’s seen me, so desperate and undone? Did he like it, or— shit —was it some kind of test? My heart drops, as the realization takes shape in my mind. Maybe he never thought I’d go so far. Maybe he was just curious to see if my reputation was true.
Well you sure showed him. You’re just the trashy slut everyone in this town promised him you’d be.
By the time Hunter pulls into my driveway, the giddy afterglow of my orgasm is long gone, replaced with a bitter sting of disappointment and self-loathing.
Way to go, Brit. Screwing things up like you always do.
Hunter shuts off the engine. There’s silence.
“Thanks for the ride,” I clench my jaw and try to pull it together. “I’ll see you around, I guess.”
I open the door and scramble down before he has a chance to reply. I slam it behind me and stride towards the porch, biting back the sting of tears I’m shocked to feel welling in the back of my throat.
Why am I so stupid? I dig my nails into my palms in frustration. This was what I wanted, isn’t it? I was just pretending to buy into that whole ‘perfect date’ bullshit back at the fairground, after all. I always knew this was how it would end, with me back right where I started. Alone. Hell, at least this way I got a mind-blowing orgasm out of it, which is more than I usually walk away with.
I hurry up the steps and scramble for my keys, but I can’t find them in my purse. I hunt again, growing more self-conscious and nervy the longer I’m waiting here on the porch. I force myself not to turn around. I haven’t heard Hunter’s truck leave, and—
“Looking for these?” His voice comes from behind me, too close.
I startle, whirling around. Hunter is at the bottom of the steps, dangling my keys from his index finger. “They fell out of your pocket, back at the stables. But, you were kind of distracted…” His lips curl in a smile.
“Thanks.” I snatch for them, avoiding his eyes.
Hunter pulls them back, out of reach. “Not so fast,” he says. “Look at me, Brit.”
I keep my gaze fixed on the dusty floorboards. I should sweep, I tell myself. I should stop being such a
I shatter.
The orgasm rips through me, devastating every last one of my senses. I fall, spiraling into the waves of pleasure, sobbing his name as the tide washes over me, again, and again, filling me up and emptying me out until I’m left gasping and ravaged on the stable floor.
Hunter drives me home. I’m in a daze, still reeling from the most intense orgasm of my life—and the overwhelming feelings now whirling through my body: shock and disbelief and desire and exhilaration, all tangled in a mass of confusion that I don’t even know how to process.
I can’t believe I just did that.
It comes rushing back to me in hot, guilty flashes: memories of me spread, naked, bound beneath him; the dark look of possession in his eyes; the desperate sound of my voice, begging him for more. It’s like it happened to someone else, some kind of out-of-body experience, because nothing I’ve ever done before has even come close to being so hot, so dirty.
So fucking good.
I feel my cheeks burn, and sneak a glance over at Hunter, shadowed in the headlights’ beam. He’s got one hand on the steering wheel, the other draped out the open window; his eyes fixed to the dark road as if nothing’s happened.
I feel a twist of insecurity. How am I supposed to act with him now that he knows my deepest weakness? How can I even look him in the eyes again when he’s seen me, so desperate and undone? Did he like it, or— shit —was it some kind of test? My heart drops, as the realization takes shape in my mind. Maybe he never thought I’d go so far. Maybe he was just curious to see if my reputation was true.
Well you sure showed him. You’re just the trashy slut everyone in this town promised him you’d be.
By the time Hunter pulls into my driveway, the giddy afterglow of my orgasm is long gone, replaced with a bitter sting of disappointment and self-loathing.
Way to go, Brit. Screwing things up like you always do.
Hunter shuts off the engine. There’s silence.
“Thanks for the ride,” I clench my jaw and try to pull it together. “I’ll see you around, I guess.”
I open the door and scramble down before he has a chance to reply. I slam it behind me and stride towards the porch, biting back the sting of tears I’m shocked to feel welling in the back of my throat.
Why am I so stupid? I dig my nails into my palms in frustration. This was what I wanted, isn’t it? I was just pretending to buy into that whole ‘perfect date’ bullshit back at the fairground, after all. I always knew this was how it would end, with me back right where I started. Alone. Hell, at least this way I got a mind-blowing orgasm out of it, which is more than I usually walk away with.
I hurry up the steps and scramble for my keys, but I can’t find them in my purse. I hunt again, growing more self-conscious and nervy the longer I’m waiting here on the porch. I force myself not to turn around. I haven’t heard Hunter’s truck leave, and—
“Looking for these?” His voice comes from behind me, too close.
I startle, whirling around. Hunter is at the bottom of the steps, dangling my keys from his index finger. “They fell out of your pocket, back at the stables. But, you were kind of distracted…” His lips curl in a smile.
“Thanks.” I snatch for them, avoiding his eyes.
Hunter pulls them back, out of reach. “Not so fast,” he says. “Look at me, Brit.”
I keep my gaze fixed on the dusty floorboards. I should sweep, I tell myself. I should stop being such a
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