HUNTER (The Caine Brothers Book 1) (8 page)

His cock strained to be released. She wanted to get her hands on that, too. So much.

She licked her lips in anticipation.

When he worked his shorts down and kicked them aside, his cock stood at glorious attention.

“Satisfied?” he asked, lifting a taunting brow.

“Not even close. Yet.”

“I can fix that. Don’t move.”

She didn’t.

He stalked around the bed and when he reached her, he gripped her shoulders. She leaned up on her toes to kiss him, but he spun her around and slapped her ass with a loud, stinging smack.

“Ow!”

He groaned and his cock jerked against her belly. Her insides spasmed with pleasure. Who’d have thought a slap on the ass would make her wet? Make her want to throw herself on her back and open up for him?

Instead, she reached between them and took him in hand. When her fingers closed around him, he hissed as he sucked in air.

She caressed the length of him, enjoying the silky hardness, the ridged veins, the smooth head. She didn’t usually care for blow jobs—putting a dick in her mouth wasn’t her idea of fun—but with Hunter she wanted to. Frankly, she wanted to lick every part of him, he looked so ridiculously delicious.

Kneeling in front of him, she looked up at him and gave him her best coy expression.

“Allison.” He said her name like a benediction.

She licked the tip of him, swirling her tongue around the end while gripping him at the base and stroking.

He groaned and bucked his hips.

“You’re awfully trusting for a man who just smacked my ass,” she said.

His eyes flew open and he looked at her with surprise in his eyes. She waggled her brows at him then went back to work, taking as much of him as she could into her mouth.

“Mmmm.” She felt the vibration of his voice all the way down through his cock into her mouth, and she made the same sound back at him.

He reached down to grab a handful of her hair. The sting of his tight grip sent a wash of lust through her. She returned the favor by grazing her bottom teeth lightly up the underside of his cock.

His reaction was electric. He about came out of his skin.

“Jesus-fucking-Christ, Allison.”

He untangled his hand from her hair, hauled her up from the floor, and tossed her bodily onto the bed.

“Hunter, wait.”

“No waiting. I need you. Now.”

He hooked his hands behind her knees and dragged so her butt hung over the edge of the bed, right level with his eager cock.

He nudged the tip of it to her opening and it sent a wave of molten heat through her body. Her female parts convulsed, ready to welcome him in.

“Wait.” She forced the word out. Her whole world had narrowed down to the overwhelming want of having him inside her. But he had to wait.

“For God’s sake, why?”

“Condom.”

He made an incoherent animal sound of frustration. “I. Don’t. Have. Any.”

“Drawer.”

They both seemed to have been reduced to single word vocabularies.

He leaned in the direction of the night stand and opened the drawer. After rummaging inside, he came out with a long string of condoms.

“You came prepared? I’m honored.”

He looked pretty damned pleased with himself.

“Not quite, hotshot. Now, for the sake of all that’s holy, just put one on.”

He ripped one off the string of them and tore it open, but before he put it on, he gave her a wicked grin and pushed himself all the way into her, one slow inch at a time until he filled her to the hilt.

“Holy shit, that feels good,” he said.

Damn right it did. She swallowed hard. “Careful.”

“I will. Just want to experience what you feel like bareback.”

He ground his hips into her, pulled back and drove back home. Then again. And again. She squirmed on the bed, tendrils of arousal swirling in her belly.

When he reached between them and rubbed his thumb on her clit she gasped, then let the air out on a long moan.

He kept up a sensuous rhythm with both his cock and his thumb. Her hips caught up with him until the first hints of her orgasm coiled low inside her.

“God, you’re fucking beautiful,” he said. “Writhing on the bed. Naked and beautiful.”

“You’ve done it to me.”

She leaned up on her elbows so she could watch his cock sliding wet and hot into her body, and to watch him touch her. It was the most erotic thing ever.

“I’m going to make you come now,” he said.

She about came just at the words, but then he picked up his pace, thrusting harder and faster bringing her right to the brink—until he pinched her clit and her body exploded into an exquisite orgasm.

It took every ounce of control Hunter had not to come when Allison did. The feeling of her body contracting around him as if trying to pull him in even deeper just about undid him.

He pulled out and quickly rolled the condom on, then dove back in before she’d even finished. The rippling of her muscles stroking his cock as he thrust in felt like heaven.

If Allison’s moan was any indication, she thought so too. He lifted one of her legs and kissed her toes, then the inside of her calf as he placed her foot on his shoulder. She shot him a wicked grin and wrapped the other leg around his hip, pulling him deeper.

She was easily the most beautiful woman he’d ever had in his bed, and she was even more so spread out before him like she was.

He stepped up his rhythm and it didn’t take long before his orgasm started low in his balls and then blasted him before he was really ready. His grip on Allison’s ankle tightened as he thrust hard and grunted while the pleasure washed over him.

It didn’t last nearly long enough.

Reluctantly, he pulled out. After disposing of the condom, he joined her in bed. She’d already crawled in under the covers.

“I’m so sleepy,” she said.

“It’s been a long day.”

She reached for him when he lay down next to her, snuggling her long slender form to his.

“But a really good day.”

“Yeah. It was.”

She sighed and within moments she’d relaxed and if her deep, even breathing was any indication, she’d fallen asleep.

Hunter lay awake for a while, Allison’s breath warming his chest every time she exhaled. He pulled her closer, making sure her body fit snug to the contour of his. This need to be so close to another human being—to Allison—was foreign for him. Hunter was a lone wolf. Head of the pack. A leader. He didn’t need anyone and had always thought people who did were weak. Depending on someone, loving someone, only revealed a chink in the armor where the enemy could strike.

Allison didn’t feel like a chink in the armor, though. She felt like the armor. He’d never known a woman like her, and certainly no other woman he’d been with had made him feel stronger, more complete, more capable than he was without her. But Allison was in a class by herself. She fit him and his life in ways he never thought possible.

If he weren’t so tired from a long day, and enjoying a sex hangover, he’d have thought it sounded suspiciously like he was falling for her. But that was ridiculous. He’d known her less than a month. And Hunter Caine did not fall for any woman. Ever.

Hunter woke the next morning to a warm tropical breeze and the blinding rays of the rising sun. He squinted one eye. The window was still open from the previous night and the curtains billowed in the air, but he only noticed that peripherally when he saw the sun worshipping Allison’s body. She’d kicked the sheet off at some point in the night, and now the sun kissed all the places he still wanted to.

She lay on her side with her ass tight against his cock. That fact alone made it stir, but her nipples were pink—hardly darker than her skin—and made his mouth water. Blonde hair splayed in a mess over her pillow, her slender shoulder rested against his chest, and her legs tangled with his. He couldn’t think of anywhere he’d rather be—not in a boardroom, or the NYSE, or any other single place on the planet.

His hand already rested on the rise of her hip. He traced the indent of her waist, up over her arm, then reached for her breast and cupped the weight of it in his palm. In the past, he’d always favored large-breasted women, being of the opinion that more was always better. Allison’s breast fit perfectly in his hand, not too big or small—just right.

He brushed a thumb over the nipple and watched it pucker. His cock twitched in appreciation. When he rolled the nipple between his fingers, Allison moaned.

“That’s a very nice way to wake up,” she said, her voice still groggy, but husky with passion all the same.

She wiggled her behind against his cock, which came to full attention. Hunter groaned at the desire blooming in his gut.

“It’s pretty damn delicious waking up to you in my bed.”

She rolled onto her back, and shoved hair off her face, putting both her luscious breasts on display.

“Back atcha, hotshot.”

“I didn’t get a chance to taste you last night.”

Hunter leaned down and swirled his tongue around one nipple. It hardened right up under his touch. Allison arched her back, offering herself up to him.

“God, that feels good,” she said.

He pulled the nub into his mouth, sucking hard while rolling the other with his fingers, eliciting more moaning and arching from her. She tasted amazing, like salty, sweet heaven.

There wasn’t enough contact between them. He needed to feel her body with his, so he climbed onto her, draping his body over hers, kissing, sucking, tweaking her nipples as he did.

“I’m going to taste all of you,” he said.

“Mmm. Sounds good to me.”

Using his tongue, he traced a path between her breasts, down the middle of her belly, and swirled around her navel. He nudged her legs and they fell open like flower petals opening in the sun. Her pussy was completely exposed to him, and she didn’t care a whit. In fact, the invitation was implicit. She trusted him. She wanted him to taste her and give her pleasure.

Far be it for him to disappoint.

He caressed the insides of her thighs, kissing in the wake of his fingers, until he reached her opening.

Her sweet, musky scent turned him on, made him hungry for her, drove him crazy for her.

“Lick me, Hunter,” she said, her voice a hoarse, needy whisper.

“My pleasure.”

She was already wet, he could see as much. It made his balls throb. He leaned in and pushed his tongue into her folds. Hot. Sweet. Musky. Amazing.

He ran his tongue all the way up to her clit, then flicked it. She jerked and moaned. He swirled his tongue around it the same way he’d done with her nipple. The more he licked and lapped at her, the more she writhed. Her clit throbbed under his attention, and when he slipped a couple of fingers into her opening, she whimpered and flung her head to the side.

He loved that he had such control over her, that he could make her squirm with the flip of his tongue. But she controlled him just as much. Her needy mewling, the wet, pulsing response of her body made his cock painfully hard. He wanted to bury himself in her hot tightness more than he wanted his next breath.

He used his teeth to graze her clit and she may as well have been struck by lightning, her reaction was so electric. Her ass came off the bed, the muscles in her legs tensed, and she grabbed fists full of sheet.

“You like that?” he asked.

“Yes.” Her answer was a breathy whine.

He used his other hand to spread her folds so he could get a better look, a better taste. When he licked and then sucked on her clit she gasped, and her muscles convulsed around his fingers. He didn’t want her to come until he was buried inside her.

“Allison?”

“Mmm?”

“Hand me a condom, babe. I want to get inside you.”

“Yes, please.”

She reached to the nightstand and ripped another condom off the string of them.

“Eight left…”

He grinned. It was a worthy challenge.

Hunter sat up onto his knees, his cock hard and straining, ready to impale her. God, how bad he wanted to impale her.

He held out his hand for the condom, but she shook her head. Instead, she ripped it open and in the most sexy fucking application of a condom ever, she placed it on the head of his cock and rolled it down, caressing as she went. She finished by fondling his balls, which only made his cock jerk in anticipation.

“Ready?” he asked.

“More than.”

Lowering himself, he used a hand to guide the head of his cock to her opening and pushed just the head inside.

She bucked her hips, trying to force more of his length into her, and made a frustrated sound in her throat when it didn’t work.

“Tease,” she groaned.

“Is this what you want?”

He thrust hard, forcing himself all the way inside in one stroke, driving himself home to the hilt.

She sucked in a breath and lay frozen under him, but he felt her muscles spasm around him, the obvious evidence of her pleasure. He couldn’t imagine any more perfect feeling than having his cock so far inside her.

The breath she’d been holding escaped on a long, low moan that made his cock throb painfully for release. The sounds she made nearly sent him over the edge.