Steaming Desire - Melissa Young

Chapter Thirteen - Hunter

Holy hell, the one thing that pulsed through my head, around and around at thousands of miles per hour. Even though not a single thing that we did could be described as holy. I fucked her so thoroughly that I would quite frankly be surprised if she couldn’t feel me inside of her tomorrow.
   Kiara felt, so fucking good wrapped around me. Our hips brushed together when I slid to the hilt, having to make an effort to not cum right there.
   Kiara milked my cock so damn well with every small flutter that her pussy made. She clenched and let me go, clenched, let go. Like if she wanted me to lose the small amount of control that I forced so hard to keep. It was impossible to not drown myself in the pearly gray eyes that seemed to see my soul in a way nobody had ever seen it before.
   How had nobody seen her before? I could tell the simple fact by just looking at her, she didn’t have the glow of love hanging over her like she should and deserved.
   Another flutter around my dick forced me out of my thoughts. She moaned slowly at the fullness I gave her. She felt like a warm glove in the winter, I swallowed, forcing myself to stay above the surface.
   It made the feeling all the more enjoyable that we still wore clothes. I had been telling myself to keep her dressed, and didn’t regret it a second. Both of us being dressed made the experience filthy and rushed in the most delicious way. She looked so fucking sexy with the white dress shirt and elastic pants she wore. Her shirt had the two top buttons opened, and it gave me a perfect view of her breasts if I leaned forward just an inch.
   She groaned again and clenched around me. I had to bite my tongue in order not to surrender my control over the incredible woman. She threw her hand over her mouth, but I was quick to remove it. I wanted desperately to hear the soft pants her body created and allowed into the air, and I didn’t give a flying fuck if the other two woke up.
   The newcomer was tied up and didn’t have a single chance of stopping us. He could shout and kick for all I cared, I wouldn't let Kiara go for anything in the world, and that should the gods know. If I knew Knox, he would with all probability join in if he woke up, but once again, I knew him good enough to know that a new clear bomb couldn’t wake him.
   I placed both my palms on the small of her back and pushed her into me. She moaned when l reached even deeper into her tight cunt. Her wetness coated my cock and created a perfect place for the pleasure that seemed to build and destroy me, all at once. I could already feel the familiar feeling of a release building in my stomach, the pleasure next to unbearable. I held in another moan when it tried to escape and instead focused on the beauty in front of me where she started to rock her hips forward on my cock.
   She moved back a mere inch to reveal a thin coating of white on my pulsing cock. A stiff vein in the side of it looked ready to burst from the pressure it took to stay away from tipping over the edge of oblivion. I groaned and leaned into her, pressing our lips together. She swiped soft pads of her tongue over mine with such passion. Her fingers caressed my scalp in the sweetest way possible, while still being rough enough for my liking.
   We moved as if we had been doing this for the last two hundred years, as if we knew each other’s bodies like nobody else’s. She rolled her hips in the most delicious ways, and my body responded similarly to give her as much pleasure as she gave me. It was a truly extraordinary experience, our souls tangled together in a way it had never been. It was all the more odd that we were strangers in all angles that mattered, and I could still feel a kind of pleasure I had never felt.
   My brain flickered away a moment and I found myself at the subject of the matter, why was she here? She had never been this persistent about anything in the short while we had known each other. I was half expecting her to show up in the cell in the next few hours, but hadn’t been expecting it to be that soon. That was the biggest reason that I had stayed awake, the other reason was for the man tied to the metal bars. The man had done nothing wrong, but I had to agree with Knox, he was creepy. I also knew that it was wrong for me to have that mindset, he had been here to save us but instead got himself in the trap, and then we didn’t even have the common fucking decency to trust him.
   It was a truly unfair game. Knox stayed convinced that the stranger was a bad man and that we shouldn’t cut him any slack. It wasn’t usual that I sided with Knox and even when I, like then, didn’t agree with him, I still needed to be on his side in the particular matter. We didn’t have the resources to save both him and ourselves, so we had no other choice but to pretend that he was air.
   A set of tingles skidded across the skin of my neck when Kiara’s soft hand slid from the back of my neck to the front of it, and a slow pressure pushed the air from my lungs. She rocked back and forth once more in a slow pace before she threw her head back. A loud moan shook the room when it fell from her opened mouth, the power it took for her to bring forth the sound forced her hand further into my windpipe, and I was left without air.
   A sudden feeling coursed through my body at the new sensation, and I didn’t like it. She seemed to think that she was in control. I wasn't going to correct her for the time being for the simple reason that I would have a reason to punish her later on. An image of Kiara across my lap sent my mind spiraling into bliss. Her ass red from my assault against her perfect, peach skin. I could already feel the new kind of pleasure in my body of her blushed skin, warm with arousal and pain. When the image got planted in my head, I couldn’t get it out. I had to bite down on my lip to force the seamen from spilling into her perfect, tight body.
   It was a magical sight mixed with the sensations she forced over my cock. I matched her sound of desire with my throat. Pushing myself deeper into her, I could almost feel the opening to her womb with the tip of my cock.
   It was a true and honest sensation between us at that moment, a feeling I had never before experienced. It felt like the moment was meant to be lived by us, and us in particular.
   I thrust into her once again, and she cried out, not bothering to stay quiet anymore. I embraced her as she fell forward, nuzzling her face into the crook of my neck. "I can feel it again, Hunter." she whimpered to my skin.
   It had become obvious since last time I made her cum that she had never finished before, so the words weren't surprising to me. I had, in all honesty, expected her to tell me something similar when she was close.
   "Let it take over you," I soothed into her ear, figuring it must feel odd with such an unfamiliar feeling raking through her body at that moment, and I was determined to make her feel safe in it.
   Kiara breathed in a quivering breath at the same time her wet cunt clamped around me. I had to focus to stay on the edge and not tip over. Even when it was an incredible thought to imagine, I couldn’t finish before Kiara.
   In the few seconds that it took for her to go into the feeling and embrace it, a new reflection dawned on me, why had nobody made this incredible woman cum before? I could tell by the way she approached sex that she wasn’t new to it, but why hadn’t anybody put the time and effort into making her finish?
   I couldn’t imagine the narcissistic people she had slept with before me, it didn’t take much to pleasure a woman enough to push her into orgasm if you knew what you were doing. But the thought that nobody had even made her feel loved enough for it made me pissed. I vowed to myself and Kiara that she would not, for the rest of her life, have sex without orgasming at least once. I found myself smug as I made the promise because it, without a doubt, hinted at a future where I could maintain it.
   Able to picture myself close to Kiara at all times, it made me warm from the inside and out. She could live in the castle with Knox and me. To fuck her day and night until she screamed our names. Having her swollen with one of our children, walking around the hallways with us in each arm. A stupid smile spread over my face and I couldn’t pry it away for the life of me.
   "Now what?" Kiara’s strained voice cut through my impossible fantasies and I took in the feeling of her, jaw clenched hard and eyes screwed closed toward the back of my neck as she breathed in my scent with every stuttering breath. The hand in my hair gripped in a fury at the thin strands, while the hand around my neck had slid down and was, in a careful motion, caressing my chest.
   I felt an affection rising in my heart at the small circles her thumb created. I squeezed the skin of her hip softly, a reassurance that I was there to hold her. Moving my left hand and placing it on the inside of her thigh, close to her pussy. Her deep breaths stuttered when I reached out and brushed a light thumb against her clit. I leaned close to her ear and lowered my voice to a whisper.
   "Give in to the pleasure," I guided her. She whimpered and pinched her eyebrows together, focusing deeper than she had ever done before. Kiara stopped breathing for a moment and I had to hold myself back from telling her to continue, if she needed it to concentrate, I wasn’t going to bother her but if it went on for too long, I had to. A long second went by, and I found my lungs aching alongside hers to stay quiet for Kiara’s sake.
   "I can’t," she cried out, and it sounded louder than the actual volume in the silent room. Her voice came out in gulps, and I had to remind myself to breathe again.
   "Yes, you can. You are too much in your head, Kiara." She whimpered and drew back to lean her head against mine. Her skin felt slippery and sweaty.
   "No, I can’t. You don’t understand, Hunter. It is probably different for me than for others." I rolled my eyes and pressed a firm finger against her clit. Her jaw pride itself opened without her seeming to control it. A shattering moan escaped her lips, the kind that froze lakes and lit fires. Eyes rolling into the back of her head, she almost fell backward. I had to hock an arm around her back while the other continued to trace small circles over her clit. She moaned out her release.
   I watched the heaving of her chest, her breasts moving along with the quiet whimpers. Sinking my teeth into my lip, I scanned over her skin, so perfect and unbothered. I couldn’t let it stay like that. Feeling the need to remind her of the magical moment that we shared, I leaned forward and kissed across her neck.
   Sucking the skin into my mouth until a dark mark adorned her cream skin, a cut-off to the perfect facade.
   "I will catch you," I promised her through the bliss that assaulted her body. She moved her hands to the back of my neck and rocked herself back and forth with all the power that she could achieve in her state. I angled my hip so that every thrust she forced forth, the base of my cock would brush against her clit, and it seemed to spur her on even more.
   Her pussy clenched me tighter than I had ever experienced, and she almost pushed me out of her. I was sure she could have chopped my dick off with her tight cunt if she had wanted. My balls clenched tight and forced the orgasm out of me. I growled out my own release in her ear mere seconds later when the pressure got too much, but she didn’t seem to mind. I filled her to the brim with my cum and wrapped my arms in a firm grip around her. Pressing her into my body, we just sat there, panting for a small while.
   "Can you two just shut the fuck up?" Kiara tightened her hold on me and her breathing was cut short.
   My head snapped to the newcomer. I take back what I said, I hate him and have a great reason to do so. He sat with his legs pushed up against his chest and twisting his left palm over his wrist.
   Hold on, how the hell is that possible? I am sure that I tied him with a tight knot.
   I tried to draw Kiara closer to me, to protect her from the asshole, but she squirmed to get out of my lap. I slipped out of her and my limp cock dripped of her lust, but I didn’t mind. Placing my dick back in my underwear along with my pants, I watched as she dressed herself by pulling up her pants. Her hips moved with grace from her movements. Kiara’s body could get me hard anytime.
   "I try to take a short nap and are greeted by loud sex when I wake up." Jerk. Even as I found the obvious humor in his tone, I couldn't like him more because of Kiara's reaction. A bubbling laugh filled the room alongside a rage. Rage?
   There was only one person in this room that could get mad in such a banal situation. I turned my head as slow as I could at the same time Kiara patted out her pants and moved to look at the man.
   Knox's face burned with all hell. His eyes held wild flames that could have reduced me to ashes on the ground. I had only seen that kind of anger in his face one time before that day.
   The time after I had licked Kiara's pussy, but Knox assumed I had fucked her, so he made me promise not to sleep with...shit. His gaze pinned me down as if he knew that I had figured it out.
   "What did you do?" It was a terrified scream that left her lips. My head snapped to her, forgetting Knox at that moment, I would get a proper scolding about it later, but I had other things to worry about.
   Kiara stood with her hands covering her mouth and her eyes wide open. She looked ready to either cry or throat punch somebody. Her head turned to Knox without a second thought. I found it comical how that particular characteristic always seemed to be the first thing that a person picked up about Knox. He was the furious one of us and more important, he was the one that would act on it.
   I would never hit somebody, but Knox didn't have a problem with throwing punches to the left and right without any particular order. He didn’t take his eyes from me even when Kiara stared him down. I knew that I had done the wrong thing, but I, in all honesty, didn’t even care.
   I had gotten Kiara and with that concurrent, Knox’s anger wasn’t significant. Of course, I am fond of my best friend’s feelings, but it didn’t seem like the biggest issue when one person in the room had a busted face.
   I stood up and without me being able to think another thought, Kiara rushed out of the cell and continued running toward the door at the end of the hallway. Her shoes clamped heavily against the floor on her way there.
   "Why the fuck didn’t you say anything, Hunter?" Her shout should have sounded faint from the furthest end of the hall, but I could hear it clear as day. The heavy door shut with a loud thud and I sighed. Why was she mad at me? She didn’t even know if I knew about his face. But I did, I reminded myself. Scolding myself for not telling her. It was a mean move toward the newcomer, I may hate him, but I wasn’t a monster.
   Two strong hands shoved against my chest and I fell backward on my ass. I hadn’t noticed when Knox moved without noise over the wooden floor boards and to me, but it was clear that he had. He stood over me with a look of murder in his brown eyes.
   "I'm sorry." I figured it would be best to apologize before the destruction happened, in case he would try and hit me. My voice didn't hold any sadness over my actions, and I knew he could pick that up.
   "You fucked her." He leaned forward and pointed a long, accusing finger at me. The scream echoed through the room in long waves before they died out to his next yell, "What the fuck, Hunter. I thought we had an agreement." He swallowed and furrowed his eyebrows. I could feel the anger radiating from him in sharp waves.
   "I said I was sorry, what else do you want me to say, Knox?" I held onto my determination to keep calm while he had his outrage. It was the only way of ever getting him back to earth. The steam reeked from his nostrils when he did his best to get calm.
   "Was this also to get her to stay here?" His voice dripped with venom and sarcasm in a disgusting mix that flowed through the room.
   "No, it wasn’t." My voice held a surprising amount of patience, considering I wanted to rip his fucking head clean from his shoulders.
   "Fuck off," he dismissed me. It was Knox’s way of saying ‘I am disappointed in you’ but I couldn’t find a single part of my being that was sorry for what I had done. It wasn’t like I had signed a contract to stay away from her, but I wasn’t going to tell him that. "We had a deal," he muttered under his breath.
   I separated my seemingly glued together lips to speak but was cut off by a deep voice.
   "What the hell kind of deal is that?" I turned my head to the man that should be tied up. His eyes darted like crazy between the two of us, either trying to figure out the situation or deciding who to knock out first.
   "Stay out of shit that doesn’t concern you." Knox rolled his eyes before he turned his heated gaze back to me. The newcomer scoffed from his corner, and I watched as he folded his arms in a cross over his chest.
   "If I had to evaluate the situation, I would argue that you don’t either have anything to do with them fucking." I felt the relief wash over me when Knox's heated gaze locked with the newcomer.
   "I have everything to do with who she fucks if it isn't me." I almost burst out laughing. We had had an argument about two months before about whether Knox was possessive, he had argued that he didn't have a possessive bone in his body, and it was almost comical that he still couldn't understand where I came from.
   "Seems to me that Kiara fucks whoever she pleases, regardless if she has your blessing or not." I could tell by the changes in Knox’s expression that his blood ran cold at his statement, regardless of how true it was. But before he could scold him for using her name or whatever, a short figure emerged from the shadows.

Hey, hope you enjoyed this chapter. There will be a next one on Sunday as usual, have a great week. Love y'all ❤️