Page 77 of Shattered King

“I’m going to check on Josh,” I said to Hunter and left him to fill in Neco on what we’d found out tonight.

I climbed into bed a short time later. The guys were still talking in the living room. I tried to wait up, but I was wiped.

I’m not sure how long I slept, but I woke to gentle hands and rough skin smoothing over my hip.

Hunter’s scent surrounded me, the soap he always used. His body was plastered to my back, skin still damp from the shower. Some women would probably think I was weird, but I was a little disappointed. I liked the smell of clean sweat on his skin. Don’t get me wrong, I liked this as well. A lot. So much so, I instantly started to heat up.

“Hey,” I whispered into the darkness.

“Hey, baby.”

I shivered at the rough, needy way he said it. Those words, said like that, told me just how much he wanted me. That and the impressive erection digging into my ass. I rolled to face him, the deep ache between my legs already intense from just his hand on my hip, his ragged voice.

“You fill Neco in?”

The room was dark, but moonlight filtered through the window. I could see his eyes glittering. He shook his head.

“Don’t wanna talk about that.”

“No?”

“No.”

His hand went to my ass and he squeezed and massaged, making me gasp.

“You wanna go back to sleep?” he asked.

“No.” God, no.

He tugged on the elastic at the top of my panties. “Off.”

I shimmied them down my thighs, kicking them aside, and his hand drifted back over my hip and down between my legs. My knees instantly fell open, my body seeking more before my mind even realized what I was doing. He made a rough sound of approval, and then curled his middle finger, sliding it up and back along my slit before going deeper through my already slick lips.

I started panting, sliding my hand up his bicep. “But what could we do to occupy ourselves?”

He pushed a finger inside me, pumped it in and out slowly. I moaned helplessly.

“I got a few ideas,” he rasped then pushed in a second finger, stretching me wider. “How about I tell you what I want?”

“T-that’d be good.”

He chuckled, the sound dark and dirty. I shivered again, tingles lifting goose bumps on my overheated skin.

“After I make you come with my fingers, you’re going to suck my cock.”

That caused another delicious shiver. I’d wanted to suck that beautiful cock for the last couple of weeks.

“You like that idea, do you?”

“Yes.” I reached down, grazing his rock-hard abs, searching for my prize. He was hot and incredibly hard. My mouth watered for a taste of him. I wrapped my fingers around his silky length and squeezed, sliding my fist down to the root and back, wringing a groan from him.

“You used to like it when I fucked your mouth, when I fisted your hair and pushed my cock nice and deep.”

“Yes,” I spread my legs wider, giving him better access. He took advantage and pushed deeper. I was close to coming, extremely close.

“I can hear how much you want it, how wet you are every time I push my fingers inside you.” He thrust his hips forward, forcing me to tighten my grip around his cock. “Fuck, you’re desperate for it. Desperate to come, desperate for my cock.”

“Y-yes.” I undulated my hips, the wet sounds he’d pointed out all I could hear, mingled with our panted breaths. And those sounds just turned me on more. “Please.”