He groaned, pressing his hips into me, letting me feel his cock swelling against my stomach. He grabbed my waist and lifted me onto him, my skirt riding up until his hard dick was straining through his pants against my panties, the satin sliding against cotton. I wrapped my legs around him, my muscles protesting, but I wouldn’t let go, I couldn’t, I couldn’t ever let him go. I pressed myself against the bulge in his pants, mentally calculating how many minutes we had left before Chuck would likely return to the table and wonder where we were. Was there time?
Hunter’s head dipped and his mouth found my skin, his breath fast and hot against my neck like a wolf with its prey, and then his wet mouth sucked the sensitive skin hard until I cried out. He bit down, and I moaned, arching against him, my hands exploring his chest, tangling in his hair, holding onto his strong, broad shoulders for all they were worth.
“I need you,” he murmured, low and dirty in my ear. “I need you right now, right here in this bathroom, I’m gonna make you see stars—” one hand slid from my waist, dipped below my panties, and he thrust two fingers inside my wet pussy and I clenched around him, whimpering in need and delight—“Need to show you how much I need you, God, you’re already so wet for me, God, you’re so fucking hot—”
“Please, Hunter,” I whimpered. “I need you, I need you too, I’ll make you feel so good, I swear—”
I was babbling, my brain overloaded with hormones, but my hands knew what they were doing, sliding down that strong chest towards his belt, unbuckling it and unbuttoning his pants. His cock was so big in my hands, so hard, and he groaned as I knelt on the floor and began to stroke him up and down, slow at first until he began to thrust into my grip, and then harder, Hunter grunting as he rubbed the tip of his cock against my parted lips, my waiting tongue. Our eyes locked as I slid my tongue up and down his length, and he moaned when I finally took his head deep into the back of my throat, sucking softly and then harder and then soft again, stroking his shaft where my mouth couldn’t reach and massaging the base of his dick with the pad of my thumb.
“Fuck, Ally,” he groaned, the rhythm of his thrusts growing more and more frantic.
I couldn’t hold back any longer. I tore my hands and mouth away from him to pull my panties off and straddle his waist again, and then he pushed himself into me, his breath catching with every inch he slid further inside, my head snapping back at the overload of sensation, oh God, he was so deep, I had never been so filled—
“You feel so good,” he whispered, his voice hoarse. His head fell against my neck, his breath caressing my skin in lustful pants as he thrust into me, harder and faster and so right, so steady. I arched against him, mewling, grabbing at his ass, needing him deeper and deeper inside. “So good, Ally, never been so good before—”
His words and his touch lit me on fire, and I came in his arms, stifling my cries against his open mouth as he slammed into me over and over, letting me ride my orgasm until there was nothing left for us to hold onto but each other.
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After straightening our clothes up as best we could—and doing our best not to get distracted by all those tantalizing glimpses of bare skin—we headed back to the table, trying to look downtrodden and not at all pleased with ourselves.
(We were a little giggly, and extremely pleased with ourselves.)
We had just gotten our game faces back on, and were poking at our now extremely cold meals, when Chuck came back.
“Gotta wrap this up, kids,” he said briskly. “I’m needed over at the Senate for some very important hearings on the future of grain taxes, complicated stuff, you wouldn’t understand.” He whipped out his checkbook. “It’s really not worth this much, you understand, but as a favor to you…”
We held our breath as he handed the check over. It was for the full amount.
We didn’t have to fake the relief that showed in our faces.
“The lawyers will have it finalized by the end of the day,” he said, tossing back one last gulp of red wine before heading for the door. “Hey,” he said, stopping halfway there and looking back with a wicked glint in his eye, “why don’t we announce this development at the Martinville Expo? It’s the perfect place to declare the end of an old era, and the beginning of a new one.”
“Sure!” Hunter agreed.
He said it so eagerly I was afraid for a second that Chuck would catch on to us.
But he was too happy with the wool he thought he’d pulled over our eyes, and with his newfound importance; he was already out the door and on his way to the Senate. I hoped he treasured those memories, because if Hunter and I had our way, he wouldn’t have any more like them any time soon.
I gazed up at Hunter and grinned, the check on the table between us like the promise of a bright new future. He grinned back.
We’d done it.
Only a little further to go, and all our dreams would come true.
TEN