Page 27 of Hunt Me

Everything about this is erotic.

I’ve never been touched like this. I’ve never looked up into a man’s eyes to see such raw need, such raw hunger, directed at me. Like I mean something. Like I’m special and wanted.

No. Not wanted.

Needed.Craved.

I let out a shaky breath as he pulls the collar of my loose-necked shirt to the side, exposing more of my shoulder. Then he pulls it all the way off my arm and runs his nail over my puckered nipple.

I bite back a moan as he pinches it between his fingers, rolling it, playing with it. He watches his own hands, and then his dark gaze flicks up to mine before his body sags and he sinks to his knees.

My breath leaves my lungs in a whoosh as he drags my silk shorts down my legs, exposing the purple thong I’m wearing.

His lashes flutter, and his tongue runs over his lower lip. He looks now the way he did back at the cemetery—starved for me—and the feeling is heady. It rushes to my head with thesensation of power over him that I don’t quite know what to do with.

My hands flutter, uncertain where to touch. He doesn’t seem like the kind of man who wants to be held and confined, so I reach behind me and grab onto the metal shelving for leverage.

My cock is ridiculously hard and starting to leak from the tip.

I know I wasn’t supposed to let this happen. I was supposed to make sure he understood that what he did was fucked-up. That if this—whatever the hell it is—is going to be something between us, even just a casual fuck, he can’t treat me like I’m trash. But then he leans in and runs his nose up my achingly hard shaft, and I feel the vibration of his moan, and all of that goes out the window entirely.

I want him, and I don’t care what I have to do as long as he puts his mouth on me.

He moves his hand between my legs and cups my balls in his palm, rolling them gently with his fingers. They ache with fullness, and all I can think about is my need to come. I haven’t gotten off since the cemetery. I spent so long worked up with no relief.

So right now, ohgod, the sensation of him touching me makes me nearly melt into the floor. I haven’t felt this turned on in a long time, and I’m not sure what to do with this feeling besides beg, and I’m not quite there.

Not yet. But if he doesn’t do something soon, I probably will be.

He peels the silky fabric of my panties down, my cock exposed inch by inch until the fabric is stretched around my trembling thighs. His breath hits my sensitive skin, and my hands jerk against the metal bars behind me.

A roll of toilet paper tips off the top shelf and hits him on the head, breaking him out of his spell. He glances down at it and then up at me.

My eyes widen, horrified,terrifiedhe might get up. But then his lips twitch, and without warning, he grabs onto the base of my cock and sucks me into his mouth. I let out a chest-deep shout of pleasure as he takes me all the way to the back of his throat. It’s rough and hard and sweetfuck, I can feel his teeth, but I don’t stop him. I like it.

I want more.

I want it rough and feral and wild. I want it different from every person who ever touched me before because Arhe is different. I want to know every second that it’s him and to know that no other person will ever come close to the man who saved me, abandoned me, and is now sucking my soul out through my dick in a tiny storage closet.

And somewhere in the back of my lust-hazy brain, I know that’s unhinged and unrealistic, but I don’t care. I’m not a man who believes in fate, but that resolve is being tested as his teeth gently scrape along my shaft before he tucks his lips around them and begins to suck me in earnest.

He moves his hands up to cup my bare ass, and his calloused fingers dig into my skin, squeezing my globes roughly. I bark out another shout as he chokes around me and pray to god that anyone with any residual hearing isn’t anywhere near this closet.

Forcing my eyes open, I stare down at him, and he seems lost in his task. He’s sucking me like it’s his only purpose in life, his eyes closed, bliss on his face like he’s savoring this. Like I’m something worth having.

And it’s that look that sends sparks up my spine, knowing he wants this as much as I do, and I can tell I’m not going to last long. Just a few more rolls of his tongue, and I’m going to shoot over the edge.

Then suddenly, his eyes open, and they lock on mine. My breath is trapped in my chest as he hollows out his cheeks andthen pulls almost all the way off. My cock is wet and exposed as he drags his lips over the tip, swirling his tongue around the slit before sucking it back in again.

And then he does it again.

And again.

My eyes are half-open, my vision a foggy mess of unshed tears as I watch him suck me off. But as much as I want to sink into the darkness and get lost in the pleasure of it all, I don’t. I can’t. I need to remember every second of his face in case he disappears into the shadows again, and this time, I lose him for good.

My fingers tighten on the metal behind me, my knuckles aching. I want to touch him so badly, but without his permission, I won’t.

But my resolve is quickly tested again when one of his fingers finds its way into my crack. He swirls around my hole, and my hips buck forward. My breath comes out in a heavy gasp when I realize I’m fully fucking his face now.