Page 43 of Hunt Me

Something hard, unyielding, and cold. I let out a low groan as he swirls it around my wet hole and pushes it in, and that’s when I know.

It’s the knife.

He’s fucking me with the knife hilt, and I’m letting him. No, more than that. I want him to play with me just like this. I want him to remind me of the danger he holds within him, knowing that it doesn’t matter because I will never be unsafe here. Maybe it’s a wild thing to think so soon, but I don’t care.

My intuition has been carefully honed by a lifetime of mistakes, and now I know.

And Archie is someone I can let go with. Fuck, I never want this to stop.

My hole slackens as he works it inside of me, and the moment I relax against the mattress, his mouth returns to my cock. It’s the weirdest sensation to be taken like this. But I want more.

I need more. I want to feel him lose it—to be completely unhinged and take me in the way that will satisfy him.

I lift my hips a little, and he chokes on my cock when it slides down his throat, but he lets out a heavy groan like he wants more. He pushes the hilt of the knife in deeper like he’s trying to tell me to keep going. The etchings and inlays on the metal catch on my rim as I thrust harder against his face, making him take me deeper, and it only makes this entire thing more erotic.

My orgasm starts to crest, and I fall back, clutching onto his face tightly as I release into his mouth.

My rim contracts around the knife as he continues to fuck me with it, and it’s only when I come down from the high of my release that he pulls off. Cum lingers on his chin, and he wipes it off with the back of his hand as he stares down at my ass, my hole still stretched around his weapon.

‘Perfect-you,’ he signs, and then he slowly pulls it out, my bottom lip pulled through my teeth as it finally slips free. My ass is still on display for him, my knees still against my chest, andhe takes that opportunity to lean in and press a wet, messy kiss against my hole.

I grunt as sparks of pleasure shoot through me, and my softening dick makes a feeble and failed attempt to get hard again. Archie pulls back, then kisses my soft shaft before sitting up all the way, and his gaze locks on my flushed chest as he opens his jeans and pulls his dick from a pair of silky black boxers.

As I lie there, he cups his cock and jerks it roughly—over and over, fingers white with tension, his wrist bending and flexing in a way that has to hurt, but I can tell he likes it. With three more tugs, his hand slams against the wall right above my head, and he gives a loud, heavy shout. His cum spills across my gaping hole, and I’m unable to stop myself from reaching between my legs to feel it.

I drag my fingers through, pushing a bit of him inside of me. It’s the most unsafe and frankly foolish thing I have ever done, but in the moment, I’m feeling reckless, and it’s hard to give a fuck.

Archie watches me, and then his chin hits his sternum, his chest heaving as he wrings one more spurt of cum from himself. It falls against my balls, dripping down my crack, and he drags his gaze from my ass to my eyes and holds them there, adoring and reverent. It doesn’t last long, but the moment lingers more than it ever has, and I know that means something.

Eventually, he runs his tongue along his bottom lip as he tucks himself away, and the moment passes.

‘Shower?’ he asks in the silence.

I let my legs fall to the mattress, feeling the sticky mess he made there. I don’t know why it feels so strange to see that question linger in the air. Maybe because it’s so normal after what we just did. But Archie doesn’t seem like he regrets anything, and I sure as hell don’t.

I think maybe this is his attempt at being kind.

‘Yes.’ I roll over, and he helps me up. My legs tremble, and I notice a sting in my ass from being fucked with a rough knife hilt, and I know this feeling is going to stay with me.

As I attempt to regain the strength in my knees, Archie walks over to a closed door and pulls it open, revealing a very basic bathroom. Through the door, I can see a shower, toilet, and sink, which are all we really need. The shower’s a stall, but it’s big enough for two people, and I wonder if he plans on showering with me.

I peer over at him as he stands, leaning against the doorframe, his fingers dancing in little patterns against his thighs. He looks so good like that—powerful yet relaxed in a way I haven’t seen him before. His mouth is set in a soft line, and his eyelids are heavy, and god, he’s so beautiful.

‘Join me?’ I ask. The dribble of his cum between my cheeks starts to dry, and it’s not entirely comfortable.

His eyes flash. ‘No.’ I feel a pulsing sting of rejection, but it doesn’t last. ‘I want to…’ His eyes squint, and his fingers fumble. Then he adds, ‘Ass-eat-yours.’

My cheeks flame, and his lips twitch as he watches me struggle with the answer I don’t end up giving him.

‘Hungry.’ He makes aCwith his hand and runs it down his throat once before pausing. It’s the correct sign, but then he does it several times more, letting me know he’s horny too.

And despite him sucking my brains out through my dick a few minutes ago, so am I. I take a step closer to him, then another. Then I slide my palms up his chest and push up onto my toes as he tilts down for the kiss I desperately want.

His mouth is soft, pliant, not as possessive as it was before, though his hand curls back into my hair and holds me there for a long moment. When it’s over, he doesn’t let go completely.Instead, he touches the side of my processor and lifts a brow, tilting his head to the side.

“Yes, please,” I say aloud. It’ll be nice to have a hearing break. I adore the punched-out, heavy moans he makes when we’re together, but tonight has been a lot.

Archie’s fingers are delicate as they dislodge the magnets and pull the processors away from my ears. The weight off is negligible and yet a relief, and I let myself adjust to my sudden, profound deafness as Archie walks over to the counter and sets them on the side of the sink.