Wrecked (24 page)

“We’re
both drowning, Hunter,” I sobbed, trying to push him away but he held me
tightly. “I’m flailing like an idiot and I’m just going to pull you down with
me! We’re both going to drown, can’t you see that? I can’t do that to you,
Hunter . . .”

He tilted
his forehead to rest against mine, his eyes squeezed shut. Wet droplets fell
softly from his face onto my cheeks. He tenderly kissed the tip of my nose. “I
won’t let it happen. I’m gonna save us both. But I can’t do it by myself. I
need you with me, Lorrie. I need you to give us both strength.” His voice was
pained and he spoke with his lips inches from mine.

“Hunter. .
.” His hands slid down to grip my waist, ensuring I wouldn’t leave him.
Trembling, I briefly touched my lips against his to feel something. To feel him
here, with me. To make sure I wasn’t imagining it. That I wasn’t alone this
time. “I’ve already hurt you, I could do it again. I could hurt you beyond what
you can handle, you’re not invincible, Hunter. And you could do the same to me.
We could be the death of one another.”

He kissed
my lips back, letting me know he was here. “I know how much you care about me,
Lorrie. We all make mistakes. You’re here with me now, that’s all that
matters.”

He wrapped
his arms around me and I fell into his embrace. All thoughts of struggling flew
from my mind as I buried my face into his bare chest and cried. Feeling the
heat of his skin and smelling his fresh masculine scent, I did what I wanted to
do the moment I first saw him half-naked in this apartment: I kissed the soft
skin of his hard pecs. I kissed him again and again, the word “sorry” tumbling
from my lips repeatedly, uncontrollably.

He cupped
my face with his hands and his lips collided with mine. He kissed me, his
tongue running gently over my lips at first then over my tongue melting away my
anxiety. I wrapped my arms around him and squeezed, our hips pressing tightly
together. Suddenly, Hunter dipped and lifted me into the air with strong arms,
our mouths never breaking contact. I faintly registered movement then heard the
sound of a door being kicked open. A moment later, my back settled against soft
sheets.

Hunter
moved his lips from my mouth to my cheek, following along the trail of tears,
softly pecking away the damp traces. A fresh wave of tears flowed and he
diligently kissed each one, never letting them fall to the bed.

I gazed at
his beautiful face hovering above me. Tears were flowing freely from his eyes
as well. “Hunter,” I said softly, another wave of tears forming. “Don’t leave
me alone, tonight.”

“Lorrie,
we’re going to be together tonight. And tomorrow, and the day after, and the
day after that. We’re going to work things out together.”

He
carefully unbuttoned my jeans and slipped them off me with my help. He kissed
me tenderly then moved lower, planting his lips on the skin of my neck down to
my stomach, removing layers of my clothing in between passionate kisses. Soon I
was left only in my bra and panties. I exhaled a shaky breath as I watched him
look me up and down like he did the first time I came out from his shower
dressed in his clothes. Back then his gaze had made me uncomfortable, but now
his fiercely tender gaze made feel desirable.

“You’re so
beautiful, Lorrie.”

I admired
his dazzling bare torso through blurry eyes. Passionate kisses and tender
caresses had quelled the tears for both of us. We pressed our heated bodies
together as if we needed to. “You too, Hunter.”

“I have to
kiss you again. I have to feel you, Lorrie.”

“I don’t
want to fight it anymore, Hunter,” I breathed. “I want you. Kiss me.”

“Oh
Lorrie
.”
He leaned down, crushing my body deliciously with his weight and crushing my
lips with his.

I opened
my mouth and his tongue slipped inside. He gave long, leisurely licks even as I
grabbed at his damp hair and pulled him greedily into me. Our tongues tangled
and wrestled, leaving both of us gasping for air. I closed my eyes as Hunter
unhooked my bra and sealed his mouth over a breast, continuing his leisurely
licks against the hardened tip.

“Hunter,”
I moaned.

I squirmed
beneath him, pushing my chest up into his mouth as he flicked the tip of his
tongue over my nipple. His fingertips trailed soft caresses down my neck and
across my chest, sending tiny shivers of pleasure across my body. I pulled one
of his fingers into my mouth and began sucking on it, pulling a sexy groan from
his lips that vibrated through my chest. His lips tightened around the tip of
my breast and he sucked the point as I sucked his finger. Filled with need, my
hips bucked impatiently into his. He responded by growling and clamping my
nipple with his teeth.

“Ohhh.” I
exhaled a shaky breath.

The sharp
sensation pierced through the fog clouding my mind, erasing lingering feelings
of despair and numbness. It was an exquisite mix of pleasure tinged with an
edge of pain, and it was even better when he soothed the spot with tender,
placating licks afterward. Deep down I knew he could do this; he could strike
away the pain that haunted me even if it was for only a brief moment. I knew it
because of the charge I got every time I was near him. Only he could make me
feel this way. Only Hunter could make me feel truly normal—no, not
normal—better than that. Alive.

I could
feel him growing hot and hard through the towel around his waist. He began
slowly, softly grinding himself against my thigh even as he gently caressed me
with his hands and kissed my breasts.

“Hunter,”
I whispered. “Your towel.”

“I know,”
he groaned softly. “I’m sorry. I’m getting a boner around you again. I can’t
help myself . . .”

I cupped
his cheek and gently tilted his gaze up to meet mine. “I don’t want you to help
yourself.”

I slipped
my fingers into the waist of the towel and slowly pulled it away. His cock fell
heavily against my thigh with a dull slap, the heat of the engorged flesh
searing my skin.

His hand
tightened around my waist. “Are you sure?”

I stared
deeply into those dark irises. I didn’t know what troubles laid behind them
that caused him so much pain but I didn’t need to. I knew I wanted to make him
forget about them. I knew I wanted him to do the same for me. My hands fumbled
for the burning rod against my thigh and I stroked the head gently with the
pads of my fingers. Butterfly touches stuttered his breath.

“Jesus,
that feels so good.” He winced, pained by the pleasure of gentle touches. I
continued massaging him delicately—without lubrication—and a tear fell from his
eye onto my cheek. “The way you touch me, Lorrie . . . I’ve never felt anything
like this before. I can’t explain it.”

“I care
about you, Hunter. Can you feel it?” I took his palm and placed it against my
heart. “I’m so sorry for hurting you. I’m sorry for avoiding you, pushing you
away.” A tear of my own rolled down the side of my face onto the pillow. “I’m
sorry for being so selfish. I’m sorry for being such a fucked up person and
complicating your life.”

“Shhh
shhh.” He hushed me softly. “You don’t need to apologize.” He wiped the tears
from my eyes with his thumb then wiped his own. “It’s behind us now. The past
doesn’t matter when we have tonight and the future.”

I took his
thumb and kissed it dearly, tasting the salty pain of both of us on my lips. It
was all coming out. The tears. The pain. The emotions. Everything we’d held
back. Everything we hid away to appear strong on the outside. I’d never seen
this wave of emotions from Hunter before and the force of it was enough to
shatter everything I thought I knew about him, about me, and about us. We were
bare physically and emotionally. Without needing words, for the first time we
were being completely honest with one another.

I tenderly
wiped his eyes and then mine. With my palm damp with tears, I wrapped my hand around
his cock and began stroking the length of it. He had said we could do this
together, that we could be strong together. I wanted him to know I understood
that the pain we endured—the tears we shed—could be used to heal one another.

He groaned
from the sensation. “Your hand . . . “ he stuttered. “It’s too much, Lorrie. It
feels too good.”

I stroked
him slowly but insistently, feeling him growing hotter, witnessing the need in
his eyes becoming stronger. He gently but urgently thrust his hips into my firm
grasp, softly grunting with each drive. I watched his pleasure-tortured
expression with fascination, feeling a swelling ache developing between my
thighs.

Hunter
slid himself smoothly from my hand as he ducked below my waist. He dug his
fingers into the band of my panties and looked up at me. “I want these off.”

I nodded
silently and wiggled my hips to help him, my belly fluttering with heated
anticipation. Slipping the small fabric from my feet, he cast them to the floor
where my other clothes lay haphazardly. Then he lifted my legs onto his broad
shoulders and planted his lips against the inner flesh of one thigh.

He kissed
along my leg, his mouth edging dangerously close to my sex. I clenched against
the urge to hide from him even as he firmly held my legs apart. “I’m not going
anywhere, Lorrie. You can’t avoid me or push me away this time. I’m gonna be
right here, giving you what you need.”

Growling,
he dove down and began flicking his tongue against my clit. I balled the
velvety sheets in my fists trying to hold on as a flood of sensations and
emotions overwhelmed me. I hadn’t had sex in almost two years but the long
absence of partner stimulation couldn’t fully explain the waves of pleasure
coursing through my body. Hunter’s expert tongue was just that good.

“Hunter,
it feels too good . . . Don’t stop.”

The pace
of his fluttering tongue quickened. My legs shook as I struggled against his
restraining hands to squeeze my thighs against his head. He groaned into my
depths, vibrating my folds with his yearning. Then he began sucking on the
sensitive flesh of my clitoris. My head arched back against the pillow and my
lips parted to release fervent moans. As he alternated between firm suction and
feather-light licks, I could feel a fire growing in my sex. His confident
movements had just the right amount of pressure and friction to drive me wild.
I’d never experienced oral sex this good before let alone half this good. It
wasn’t long before I shattered. I came harder than I ever had—either by myself
or with someone else. I closed my eyes and pressed the back of my head into the
pillow as a string of obscenities sputtered softly from my lips.

I faintly
heard Hunter’s voice through the roaring in my ears. “God, you’re so adorable
when you come. I could watch you come all night.”

He kissed
my thighs tenderly as I hovered in post-climax bliss. Moments later, he
inserted the tip of one finger into me and gently thrust it in back and forth.

“Want
more?” he asked, teasing me with shallow penetration.

“I
need
more,” I breathed. “Much more.”

His
thrusts came deeper and faster, firing sensitive nerves in their wake. The
rhythm was quick and steady, further fueling my desire instead of satisfying
it. I’d been barely able to resist Hunter before we’d even kissed, and now that
he was pleasuring me, I could scarcely contain myself. My hips bucked into his
finger in tune with his thrusts, eager for more.

“I feel it
again . . . I’m coming, Hunter.”

I looked
down to see him watching me intensely. “Don’t fight it, Lorrie. Let go. Let me
see you come.”

I came
again. The world turned dark for a moment and my body trembled from the
aftershocks. I panted for my breath and struggled to recollect the pieces of my
mind. “Oh god Hunter, you make me come so hard . . .”

“We’re not
done yet, Lorrie,” he grunted, desire oozing from his voice making me want him
even more.

He reached
into a bedside drawer and brought out a shiny packet. After sheathing himself,
he pulled back the covers and we curled up beneath his sheets. He wrapped one arm
across my chest holding me tightly as we lay sideways with my back to him. I
felt him nudging at my entrance. Realizing how big he was, I was suddenly
grateful for the orgasms loosening me in preparation to receive him.

“You
ready?” he whispered into my ear.

I bit my
lip and nodded, eager to feel him inside me.

Hunter
pushed his hips forward slowly, parting my folds with his cock and beginning to
slide in gently. “Ah, god. You’re so tight, Lorrie.”

I sucked
in a deep breath as the head cleared. “It’s been a while since I’ve been with
someone,” I answered softly.

“You’re so
gorgeous. I’m so glad you’re with me.” He pushed in to the hilt and I moaned
from the sensation.

He started
with slow, gentle thrusts allowing me to accommodate to his size and the
feeling of impossible fullness. I reached back to grip his buttocks,
encouraging him. His drives came harder and quicker, pulling cries of pleasure
from both our lips. After an extended period, I came for a third time. As I
contracted around him, he growled painfully. He thrust a few more times then I
felt the condom fill with his hot seed.