“Yeahhh,” he admitted. “They've got a lot of rules.”
I rolled my eyes. “And—lemme guess—you don't follow them.”
He grinned.
And without any warning, 'tired' Hunter flipped me over with one fast, strong move. He pinned me on my backside and pawed and sucked at my breasts. And then I watched as he dragged his tongue down my torso, tasting every inch of my bare flesh—“mm, you taste so salty”—until he'd made me so wet, I helplessly thrust my pelvis at him.
“Please,” I panted, “oh god, please, Hunter.”
He smirked as he rubbed his engorged cock between my wet folds. “Please what? I wanna hear you beg for it.”
“I want your cock, Hunter—please. Please give it to me.”
Hunter set his tip against my opening, held me down by the wrists, and pushed his weight in.
***
After he came, Hunter rolled off me with a big sigh, and an even bigger smile. “Wow,Honor. You're incredible. I haven't …” he trailed off, apparently thinking twice about sharing.
“Haven't what?” I needled, running my hand through his dampened chest hair.
“Haven't actuallywantedto be with a girl. In a long time.”
“I thought you said you've slept around.”
“Well, yeah, I have.” He blinked at me, looking slightly ashamed.
“Tell me.”
“With other girls, I didn't really care if they liked it or not. I just sort of—wanted to get off and be done with them. But with you, I want you to actually … enjoy yourself.” He coughed. “And uh, you know. Enjoy being with me, I guess.”
“Aw.” I stifled a laugh and pressed my finger to his lips. “That's sweet. I think.”
“Let's take a pic.” Hunter grabbed his cell phone, and then grabbed me, and pulled me shoulder-to-shoulder with him. He held his phone over us like he wanted to snap a pic.
“Hunter, no!” I laughed, and quickly covered my nipples with my hand. “I'll look horrible—” He pressed a button and his phone made a camera-shutter sound. “Oh, great. You did it.”
Hunter showed me the picture. “Look, it's a great one!” Honestly, he was right. It was a cute pic of the two of us in bed. Sure, our faces were dewy and we had sex-hair, but the genuine smiles that we both wore said it all.
“Look how happy we are. And your tits lookamazing.Look, underboob is spilling out from under your hands. Oh my God that's hot—”
I slapped at his shoulder. “Sleaze! If you show anybody, you're dead.”
“I'm not going to showanyone.That's just for me. Something for me to look at when I'm on the road.”
I giggled. “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” he answered firmly.
“Yeah … but I bet your phone isfilledwith pictures of other naked girls.”
“Nope.” He swiped a finger through his gallery to prove it. There weren't any girls. Just pictures of him and his teammates, posing together outside of restaurants and landmarks and buildings throughout their North American travels as young athletes. “See?”
“Well. I guess I have no choice but to believe you.”
He smiled. “Good.”
“Justdon'tshow it to your teammates or anything. Because not only would word get around, and then Madison would find out andkillme … but it'd also break my trust.”
