Faking It (UnReal #1) Page 10

  Joseph walks up interrupting us. “Hey Hunter, what the hell was that?” We both turn. “Whoa. Man, you probably want to put some ice on that eye, let me get—”

  “We’re leaving,” Hunter says, suddenly sounding panicked. He pulls on the arm he still has a hold of. He must think I am insane if he assumes I will just walk out of here with him. I tug on my captive arm. “I’m not leaving with you,” I argue but the fire in Hunter’s eyes shuts me up. “Please. Don’t do this. Leave with me, okay?” His eyes are pleading with me. He looks anxious and the vibrations from the hold he has on me make me aware that he is shaking. I slowly nod yes. “Okay,” I whisper, thrown off by Hunter’s sudden mood change. As Joseph stills, wide eyed and jaw bobbling, Hunter quickly escorts me out of the gallery. Once the sounds of the busy casino fill my ears, I turn and pull my arm away. Successfully this time.

  “I don’t know who you think you are—” I’m ready to have it out with him until my argument comes to a halt at the frantic look Hunter is giving me as he backs me into a nook between the ATM and slot machines.

  “Who I am is the man who just saw red at the sight of another man touching you. I saw red even before he laid a single finger on your sweet porcelain skin. Goddammit, Lexi, I saw red just seeing you near someone who wasn’t me.” He brings his arms up, caging me in.

  “Then what the hell was that back there? Who was that guy? How did he know you?”

  “It doesn’t matter.”

  “Hunter it does, what did he mean when he—”

  “What matters is I can’t handle being away from you. I can’t handle anyone getting to touch something I crave so badly.” Angling his body toward mine, Hunter’s breath entwines with my own. “How selfish is it of me to want you all for myself.” His head dips closer, his full lips barely touching mine. “I don’t do this, Lexi. I don’t date. I don’t pursue women. And it’s because there has never been anyone who has sparked anything inside me to make it worth it. Not until you.” His expression desperate. Pained almost. As if opening up to me like this for the first time since we met is leaving him vulnerable.

  “I’m sorry for what happened back there. Please, don’t run away now. Let me show you how crazy I am about you and that it is only you I want.”

  His confession catches me off guard. “You… you care about me?”

  Hunter sighs heavily, his eyes becoming hooded behind his thick lashes. “More than I know how to explain in words. You drive me mad, Lexi. I don’t understand what’s happening, but this is something new to me. This pull I have to you. It’s so fucking strong, and I can’t stop it.”

  A tightening feeling rises in my chest. Dammit. What is that?

  Losing complete focus on why I was even angry, it hits me like a freight train that his words mirror the emotions I have whirling inside me. I’m over dancing around our feelings. And I am done playing games.

  “The deal is over, Hunter. Take me upstairs. Please,” I beg softly, praying he is also done fighting it. I watch his eyes fog over in approval, the animal inside him instantly taking over. He slams his mouth over mine and kisses me so fiercely, my legs begin to wobble. He pulls back all too quickly.

  “I promise I won’t disappoint you, Lexi. I would do anything to make you happy.” My throat is locking up. His words. His touch. I’m struggling with how to respond to all this.

  “Upstairs, Hunter. Now.”

  The trip up to our presidential suite is a blur. The second we enter, Hunter attacks. His hands are all over me, grabbing my ass cheeks and lifting me up. My legs don’t fight and willingly wrap around his lean muscular waist. He strides to exactly where he wants me and slams my back against the floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking the Las Vegas nightlife.

  “Please tell me this is what you want?” he rumbles into my neck, his rough fingers pressing into my ass. His mouth is hot and inviting as he uses his strong hands to work my skin into a heated frenzy. “If you say yes, you can’t turn back. Do you hear me? Once I get started with you I won’t be able to stop. I need to give you exactly what we’ve both been craving and fuck you hard and rough. I'm going to take everything from you, do you hear me? Please say yes to me Lexi,” He finishes, pressing his hard cock into my throbbing center.

  There is not a single doubt in my mind that this is what I want.

  “Loud and clear,” I reply on a moan, wishing there were no clothes in between us. I believe the last of his control breaks at my statement. He releases a hand and brings it around behind my neck. Wrapping his fingers around my long hair, he squeezes, pulling my head back and slamming his mouth onto mine. He’s on a mission as he devours me, licking and nipping at my lips. I’m already such a goner at this point that I’ll allow him to do just about anything to me. The sounds that escape my throat cause more pressure at my scalp as he shoves his tongue into my mouth. I fight him with each thrust, kissing him with the same intensity. My first orgasm with him is going to come just by his mouth, and not even from being on the right lips.

  “You taste amazing.” He presses me harder against the glass window, the need to feel some release intensifying.

  “You know what would be even more amazing, is if your fingers were working inside me,” I say, goading him. Thank God it works, because before I catch a breath, he is taking those fantastic fingers of his, hiking up my dress and inserting two, right where I want them to be. And “Oh God,” I moan as he pulls out and slams them back inside.

  “You’re just as wet and tight as I imagined,” he groans as he continues to fuck me with his fingers.

  “Oh yes, more, deeper,” I pant. I need more of him. The fullness feels amazing. His movement is so intense my back is riding up and down the chilled glass and it’s so fucking sexy.

  “God your face right now is magnificent. I can feel how close you are. Let go, Lexi, I want to feel you come all over my fingers.” His other hand squeezes my ass as he holds me up against the window. I am his caged animal, lost in the bliss of sensation. His thrusts become quicker, and my eyes drift shut because I’m so worked up I can barely see straight. “No, open your eyes. Look at me, Lexi.” Just as I am about to detonate, he inserts a third finger.

  And I explode.

  I throw my head back into the glass as the world around me disappears. The fireworks explode behind my eyelids and I lose all consciousness of reality.

  As I float back down to earth, Hunter is still working his fingers slowly inside of me. I pick my head up from the window and focus directly into his glossed over orbs. “Fuck, you look amazing when you come,” he comments, causing my cheeks to flare. But he’s not done. “And now I have to fuck you, just as you asked, so it’s going to be hard, and it’s going to be quick because with what you do to me, I won’t be able to hold back.”

  If my vagina had hands, it would hold out her plate asking for seconds. Thankfully, seconds is what he plans on giving me. Without letting me go, he pulls out his fingers leaving me feeling empty. He carries me down the hallway and into the master suite bedroom. Without warning, he tosses me on the bed, my hair splaying everywhere.

  “Unless you don’t mind me tearing that dress in half, I suggest removing it for me, please.” His voice is strained. I maintain our eye contact as I sit up and shimmy my dress up and over my head. Mission complete, Hunter climbs on the bed, his warm body a barrier over me. His wet lips take mine, suckling and nipping at my plump lips, coaxing my mouth wider for his tongue to have better access. I open willingly and he dives inside. I’ve never felt so lost in a kiss before than how I feel right at this moment. His lips are perfection, kissing me as if he already has my mouth memorized. Our movements are syncing perfectly. His hands roam down my body, taking a hefty squeeze of my breast. He pulls away placing my perked nipple into his mouth. He wasn’t kidding when he said he wanted to see marks. His sucking and pinching at my flesh drive me insane, sending my back arching off the bed. Satisfied, he removes his mouth from my pulsating nipple and repeats with the other side. I’m in a compl
ete frenzy wanting—no, needing—more of him. I try and grab at his pants, greedy for raging hard dick, but he swats my hand away. “If you touch me right now, I'm going to explode in your hand. And I want to explode inside you.”

  That puts me in my place and I throw my hands back down. He finally lets go of my nipple and grabbing for both arms, he lifts my hands above my head. “Keep them here. Do you hear me? You move, I stop. Do you understand?” His voice thick with desire.

  “I understand,” I say, my breaths coming out shallow. He nods before working his mouth down my torso, over my belly button. He makes his way past my waxed center, groaning as he reaches his destination. “So beautiful,” he hums and he spreads my folds, taking his tongue to me. My hands lift aching to grab onto his hair, but he stops. “I said don’t move. You move, I stop.” Yep. Got it. I throw my hands back over my head. He gets back to work, licking, biting, and suckling my center until I am back on the edge of an orgasm. “Holy shit, I'm about to come again, holy–” and there I go again, flying into a sea of bliss. My hands don’t listen this time and they go to wrap around his head.

  I don’t even get a good grip when Hunter releases his hold on me and stands. His chest rising and falling heavily, his pace hurried, as he walks over to his suitcase, and begins frantically tossing his things, finally revealing a condom. He returns back to the bed in front of me and begins taking off his clothes. The second his shirt is off, I gasp. His muscled torso leads down to a narrow waist with a trail of dark hair disappearing into his jeans. I’m mesmerized just like the first time I saw him bare, unable to tear my eyes away. He says I’m the muse, but he’s the one whose body is a work of art. He must know I’m enjoying the show by the small smile creeping up his face. He begins to unbuckle his jeans. He pulls them down along with his briefs and “Holy shit,” I blurt out loud. He has a monster growing in his pants!

  “Do you like what you see, my sweet Lexi?” he inquires. I don’t miss the comment about him calling me his. The temperature in the room just spiked about a hundred degrees and I don’t know whether to stroke him or the bead of sweat that may be forming on my forehead.

  “God, you’re huge,” I accidently blurt out. His soft chuckle sends a wave of vibrations through me. He climbs onto the bed, his thick thighs resting on each side of me. I take the opportunity to sit up on my elbows to get a better look. His junk may be the biggest dick I have ever witnessed. Well besides in porn, but that doesn’t count. I'm getting way too excited for this and it’s too hard to hide it. He pushes me back down to the mattress, my back hitting the soft sheets.

  Positioning himself right where we both ache for him to be, he rips the foiled packet open with his teeth and begins to roll it up his shaft. I’m semi embarrassed because I know he can feel my thighs pressing together. Once he completes his task at hand, he makes eye contact with me. “Hard and rough right?” he confirms, from my plea the first time we met. I nod, with the dirtiest smile I can conjure up, and before I know it, he slams into me. We both moan in unison. Mine may have sounded more like a howl. The sensation of him filling me is like nothing I have ever felt. Each time he retracts and slams back home, I swear I see stars. I wrap my legs around his waist needing to get closer to him as he pounds into me, our bodies forming a slick layer of sweat. There is nothing sexier than the interaction of two people coming together. And that is exactly what is happening. It doesn’t take long before I wrack up another orgasm, which is shocking since I can’t remember the last time I went past one. His thrusts are getting harder and deeper and I’m trying to fight it but I can’t hold on any longer. I begin to clench around him as my third orgasm blows through me.

  “Oh fuck!” Hunter groans with one final powerful push before he loses himself in me as his own orgasm takes over.

  I WILL BE THE first to admit that the saying is true. It is entirely possible for someone to fuck your brains out. Because that is exactly what just happened to me. I was royally fucked and can no longer form a sentence. Because I have no brain.

  Forgoing words altogether, I embrace Hunter’s heavy weight. Both of our hearts are hammering in our chests and it’s a fight to catch our breaths.

  I finally feel Hunter move, lifting his head from the crook of my neck. Our eyes connect, and I’m suddenly feeling shy. With the big bang finally out of the way the realization of what just happened settles in. I’m nervous he is going to want to be done with me after getting what he wanted and it might just crush me.

  That insecure thought also disturbs me because Lexi Hall does not get insecure. She is always in control. And, yes, I am referring to myself in the third person. Again.

  “You look stunning all flushed and worked over.” His playful voice soothes my worries.

  “Oh, why thank you. It’s a look I try to maintain often.” Oh shit that sounded wrong. “I meant… I didn’t mean—” I don’t think he even read that far into my statement. He has already jumped off the bed and is hurrying out of the bedroom. Oh man…okay so maybe he did. I sit up, grabbing for his shirt that’s on the bed. He busts back into the room. The condom gone and he’s now holding a sketchpad.

  “What are you doing?” I ask boggled.

  “Don’t move. I need to capture this,” he says, climbing back onto the bed and straddling my legs.

  “What exactly are you trying to capture?” I ask now amused at his serious but playful tone.

  “Your face. Your cheeks carry the perfect shade. You’re still flushed. And your lips. They have slight moisture to them, but they look swollen and ravaged.”

  I hope he doesn’t say he can also feel the pulse in my vagina, because his breakdown of me is turning me on. His hands quickly work along the sketchpad, glancing from me to his paper, deep into his work.

  “You’re so serious,” I say playfully.

  “This is a serious matter. Don’t move. It’s important I get this down perfectly.” A smile playing across his face, he causes me to laugh unable to actually believe this is happening. “Keep smiling and you are going to be here longer. I’m going to have to draw two. Because both looks are going to be the death of me,” he says, smiling but never lifting his head. His hand is moving swiftly along the page, picking his eyes up every once in a while to memorize my face, then back to work he goes.

  I feel…content. Which is kind of strange. I’ve never felt this way before with a guy. It starts to freak me out a bit. Knowing my luck, the one person I start to actually have feelings for is just that, a one-time thing.

  “You’re ruining my drawing.” Hunter’s voice cuts into my thoughts.

  “What?”

  “Your frown is ruining my drawing. I’m going to have to start over.” He’s watching me curiously, but doesn’t question the sudden mood change. He does catch me off guard by tossing his sketchpad onto the floor and kissing me. He pulls away just as fast, but rubs his nose along mine. His thumb caresses my hairline while he surveys my face. He looks like he might say something, but instead drops another kiss to my lips. This one slow. An exploration of lips and tongues. I run my hands up his back, relishing in the feel of his muscles tensing beneath my fingers. He’s the one to pull away and I sigh. Yeah, I fucking sigh like a damn ninny.

  “Let’s eat. I have been doing a terrible job at feeding you while under my care. Plus, you must be hungry after that hot work out.” He winks and jumps off me. He grabs for my hand, tugging me off the bed.

  “Wait, where are we going?” I ask, trying to keep up with him. He’s pulling me down the hallway, making his way closer to the door. “Wait, we’re naked!” Certainly he doesn’t think I’m going to grab food with no clothes on. I mean I get the whole ‘share what your momma gave you’ and all but this might be pushing it for me.

  “I realize that. And trust me; I will take out any man who sees this prized body. I’m going for the room service menu,” he confesses, allowing me to relax. He ends up ordering half the menu. I try to tell him that I don’t eat that much, because let’s be honest, no one eats
that much in California. But he insists and when the doorbell to the suite dings, he demands I hide so no one sees his prized muse.

  I’M STRADDLING HUNTER IN the gigantic marble bathtub, my playfulness presenting a smile across his face. After he made good on his promise of feeding me, Hunter carried me into the world’s largest head to toe marble bathroom I’ve ever been in. Fixing the perfect bath, he lifted us both in and got to work with thoroughly washing me, making sure every crevice on my body was clean.

  “Will you tell me about that guy from last night?” I ask, still curious of their history.

  Hunter’s hands dip into the warm water, brushing my outer thighs. “If I give you a simple answer, will you accept it and leave it be?”

  I lift my head and nod.

  “We were friends in France. I mistakenly took something that was his. I didn’t know it. I was lied to. He hasn’t forgiven me.”

  I’m a little mad I agreed to the leaving it be because now I have a million more questions. But if it were important for me to know he would tell me. I release a playful smile, letting him know the topic is dropped.

  “Fine, then tell me everything else about you,” I order, lowering to his chest and lathering his bare skin with kisses.

  “I’ve told you everything. Plus, I assure you, you’re much more interesting.”

  “Your college dorm pranks and love for cereal doesn’t count. And I call your bluff. Chrissy told me you are super private, why?” I work my way down the middle of his chest, pressing my hungry lips in between his solid pecks.

  “Because it’s safer that way.” His tone turns serious. I pause lifting my head.

  “Well, if you’re going to stop then so am I,” he remarks, bringing his hands above the water threading his fingers into my hair. I offer him my satisfactory smile, and bend forward getting back to work.

  “Speak, lover boy,” I coo as I extend my tongue to his skin, gently massaging his stomach.