Running For It by Allyson Lindt

Thirteen

Hunter traced his thumb along my jaw, holding my gaze, and our conversation from earlier rushed back.

He dipped his head, lips millimeters from mine. “I meant all the good things. I want you here,” he murmured so softly I barely heard him, before claiming my mouth in a soft kiss. Hunter wasn’t rough like Ramsey, but his intensity and deliberate movements were their own kinds of arousing. He lay barely-there kisses along my bare shoulders and chest. Up my neck as he removed the necklace and set it aside. He let his nails glide lightly down my spine as he unzipped my dress and let it fall to the floor.

Goosebumps covered every inch of my completely exposed body. I was on display in nothing but my lace-up heels, and fuck it made me wet.

Hunter moved to my front, to kiss down my chest, over my hips, along the tops of my thighs. The slow burn was excruciatingly delicious. He unlaced my shoes one at a time, barely touching my calves, and had me step out of the heels so he could set them aside.

The only contact he made was with not-particularly erogenous bits, but I was slick with need, and my chest heaved with each breath of anticipation.

Hunter stood and brushed his lips over mine. He gripped my wrists and raised my hands to kiss my palms. “Can I trust you not to touch anything? Not even yourself?”

“You’re asking a lot, but I’ll do it for you,” I teased. My desire was amplified by Ramsey’s silence. I couldn’t see him, but he was here watching everything.

Hunter let go of me and put some distance between us. He was as methodical about undressing himself as he had been me. Tie off first and set aside. Cuff links safely on the dresser. Belt whipped out with just enough snap to send a pleasant shiver down my spine. Shirt untucked and unbuttoned.

This was the most low-key, seductive striptease I’d ever seen, and Hunter did it all while watching my flushed and naked body. When he stripped off the remainder of this clothes, he was already hard, his cock thick and long and standing at attention.

He moved in for another kiss, as soft and simple as before, but he pressed closely this time, his bare skin searing against mine.

I reached to stroke his erection as it dug into my stomach, and he clucked.

“You promised no touching.” The calm warning in his voice was like fingertips dancing over my skin. He caught my wrists, grabbed his tie, and bound my arms in front of me.

Sexy, but ineffective. “I can still do plenty like this.”

Hunter gripped the knot and lead me by the writs to a nearby chair. As he sat he draped my arms over his shoulders, then grabbed my hips, guiding me to straddle his legs.

I felt like I was barely balanced, but he held me steady, guiding his dick between us rather than inside me. He didn’t stop me from grinding into him. Letting his cock slip along my wet pussy and tease my clit. The build left me lightheaded. Desperate. If this were Ramsey I’d beg. It may not get me what I asked for, but it would up the ante.

Something told me Hunter had a specific plan, and it would be worth riding out.

He half-prompted half-lifted me enough to penetrate me, gliding in easily and stretching me out. When he was buried inside, he hit that perfect spot that tingled from my toes all the way to my fingertips. He reached between us to tease my clit while I rocked against him.

I was already near bursting from the build-up, the pressure of his touch, his cock in me, the way he raked his gaze over me, drew me to a fast, hard orgasm. I clenched around him, wanting more.

As he eased away from my clit, he increased the pace, slamming inside me, drawing out my climax until the world was a blur and my head was lost in clouds of pleasure.

Hunter crushed his mouth to mine, nipping my lips and sucking on my tongue. His restraint was gone. He dragged his mouth down my chest, to scrape his teeth over my nipples until it stung, then moved back to my lips. “I won’t last long,” he murmured between grunts. “You feel too good.”

With all this build-up, I’d lost all sense of time anyway. And I was going to beg after all. “Come inside me. Please.”

“Fuck. Fuck, yes.” Hunter grunted and gripped my hips hard. He pounded me. Harder. Faster. He was close. And then his stuttered gasp told me he’d come too, spilling inside me.

The frantic need tapered, slowing and then stopping as we did. Hunter rested his forehead against my chest, his heavy breathing matching mine.

That was incredible. Wow. Anticipation still hummed through me, though. More waited for me. Could I handle more?

And then Ramsey was there, naked and knotting his fingers in Hunter’s short hair. Yanking his head back and kissing him hard.

Hunter twitched inside me, even as he was softening.

Yeah, I could take a bit more.

Ramsey unbound my wrists and gently took my hands. “Can you stand?”

I wasn’t sure I could talk yet, and I might be wobbly on my legs, but I could manage. I nodded, and let him help me to my feet.

He fisted my hair, yanking my head back and drawing a whimper from me. He kissed me hard, before sucking down my neck to bite the soft skin where it met my shoulder. “Every time you look in the mirror”—he growled—“every time you brush your fingers over that tender skin, remember who put this here.”

“What about when it fades?” Thankfully my voice came back in time for me to sass.

“I’ll have to replace it before then.” Ramsey lifted me into his arms, carried me the short distance to the bed, and set me in the middle, moving pillows to prop up my head.

Ramsey knelt between my legs and forced them apart. His rough kisses up the inside of my thighs said the teasing was done. This was hungry and desperate, and when he dove his tongue into my pussy, my hips bucked and I thrust into his face.

It wasn’t only that his touch was enticing—that would leave me panting anyway—but knowing he was tasting Hunter on me. That he was licking me clean like I was the most delicious delicacy.

Ramsey took his time, sucking, devouring, until I was writhing against his face and whimpering. When he glided higher, to wrap his lips around my clit, a fresh shock jolted through me. I screamed when I came, gripping the short strands of his hair tight, and holding him in place until his touch was too much.

Ramsey moved up my body to claim my mouth in a messy, slippery, tantalizing kiss. Goddess, we tasted good.

He pulled back and his fevered gaze met mine, stealing breath I didn’t think I had left. He pinned my knees to my chest and pushed inside me. It was a fast, frantic fuck. Skin slapping against skin, moans mingling in the air, and gasps of desire.

I shouldn’t have another orgasm in me, but there it was, yanking me into the most delicious oblivion of stars and galaxies dancing in front of my eyes.

Ramsey spilled inside me, gripping the backs of my thighs hard enough to bruise. It was all part of the bliss, and I didn’t want to come back down.

When the frantic pace slowed again, then stopped, the haze remained, wrapping up my thoughts while Ramsey covered me with playful kisses. He vanished for a few seconds, and returned to clean me up, tenderly wiping away a mixture of juices.

He fell into the bed next to me, and Hunter joined us. It was one big, warm pile of adoration, I felt theirs for each other as strongly as I felt my own.

I was so glad I’d decided to do this—to give Ramsey and me another chance. I’d missed this feeling. This closeness. Obviously the sex, but everything else too. Ramsey’s presence. His company. Pretty much everything about him.

Except for that one thing that drove us apart last time. That thing I refused to name tonight, because in this room I could pretend it didn’t exist. As long as tonight lasted, everything was perfect.