That felt too good not to do again.
He chuckles. “You’re naughty.”
I grin. “I know. Get used to it. I like being a menace.”
Something shifts in his eyes. The softness burns away, and that darker thing takes its place. He lifts me up and sets me on the edge of the bath, spreading my legs open. The cold tile against my thighs makes me gasp, but his hands are already on me, holding me in place.
There is no hiding from Hunter.
“You might wanna make notes on this,” he says, looking up at me from between my knees. “Because I’m about to show you just how good a cowboy eats pussy.”
My eyes blow wide. That heat is already creeping over me again. His filthy mouth does things to me that I didn’t know were possible. Getting turned on by words alone. Who even am I anymore?
“B-but you just came inside me. Isn’t that…” I can’t even finish the sentence.
“Hot as hell, Lola,” he finishes it for me.
Okay. Yeah. It is.
“Just watch,” he tells me.
And I do. Resting on my good hand, I let him tease me with his tongue. Long, slow strokes that make my legs start to shake almost immediately. I can feel him groaning against me as I roll my hips, chasing more pressure, and the vibration alone nearly sends me over.
His fingers push inside me, and I cry out.
“Want to taste just how hot we are together, city girl?” he rasps from between my legs.
Everything he’s done so far has been incredible. Everything he’s given me tonight has peeled away a layer of fear and replaced it with something I don’t have a name for yet.
So fuck it. Why not?
“Yes, please.”
Before I’ve even finished speaking, he pulls back and stands. One hand wraps around my throat. The other stays inside me.
My eyes are wide, but I open my mouth. He leans down, hovering his lips above mine.
And then he spits into my mouth.
I swallow and lick my lips, and something inside me detonates. The taste of us together swirling around in my mouth.
He ups the pace of his fingers. His thumb circles my clit. I can hear how soaked I am for him. The sounds I’m making fill the bathroom and should embarrass me, but don’t.
“Let me have it, firefly. Nice and hard for me.”
I obey.
My next orgasm crashes over me so violently that my vision whites out. I taste him on my tongue. I feel him everywhere. Every nerve in my body fires at once, and I come apart in his hands like I was built to.
“Perfect,” he declares against my lips.
I smile, fluttering my lashes. “That was.”
“Now, do you feel better?”
I nod. And I mean it. I feel pieced back together. Not whole but no longer shattered.
“Good girl.” He presses a kiss to my forehead. Then pulls back and looks at me with an expression that has nothing soft in it. “I’m going to go and stomp on my ex-best friend’s face, and then I’ll be right back to you. Okay?”