On The Rocks

“Okay, so here’s where we need honesty,” he barrels forward. “I trust what you tell me, and I hope you trust me. I’m clean. There’s only been one person who I’ve ever been with without a condom. It was a long-term relationship and I’ve been tested since, and since that time… I’ve not been without one. So, I swear you have nothing to fear from me.”


My jaw hangs open, and I can’t even being to calculate how many things are unsettling about what he just said. First, we’re talking about whether or not we have cooties, and the absurd nature of it makes me want to snort in amusement. I mean, I know this is an important conversation and any couple who is considering a monogamous relationship will have it. It just catches me off guard; particularly because I’m still focused on the fact that he says he wants to fuck me right now.

Secondly, I’m thrown off by the fact that he had a serious relationship in the past. Hunter just didn’t seem the type, and now my curiosity is roused. Plus, I find myself oddly jealous that he’s been with someone else “au naturel”.

“Focus, Gabs,” he says with amusement because of my slack-jawed lack of response.

“Um… I trust you, of course. And… I don’t have anything. I mean… I’ve never been with anyone without a condom.”

Relief washes over his face and he stands up from the chair, pulling me up with him. He draws me in tight and kisses me hard, but only briefly. When he pulls back, he takes his t-shirt off and starts unzipping his shorts.

“Get naked,” he says seriously. “I really don’t think I can wait another minute. Oh, and this is going to be kind of rough and fast, but I swear I’ll make it up to you tonight.”

Holy shit. My insides melt, and the space between my legs clenches involuntarily. I don’t think twice before I start to kick off my boots. I’m apparently too slow because Hunter has all of his clothes shed and then he’s kneeling down at my feet, taking them off for me. When he stands up, he peels the rest of my clothes off in record time.

Then, he’s on me.

His hands are everywhere; his mouth is everywhere. His slides two fingers into me, made easy by the fact I went wet the minute he said he wanted to fuck me. Hunter kisses my mouth, my neck, my jaw… He nibbles on my ear and my bottom lip. He does all of this before I can even think to raise my hands to touch him, because he has me drowning in a rush of sensual pleasure.

“Can you take it hard and fast?” he whispers against my lips.

“Uh-huh,” I say… well, actually I moan.

“That’s my girl,” he praises me. Turning me toward his desk, he bends me over, nudging my legs apart with his own.

Settling behind me, he positions himself squarely at my entrance and I hear him take a shuddering breath, just before he pushes his way in.

My head falls forward and knocks against the desk, so torturously good is the feeling of him inside of me. My fingers involuntarily curl around some documents they were resting against, crumpling them up tight in my grip.

“Fuck,” Hunter gasps as he grips onto my hips. “Fuck, that feels good.”

“Uh-huh,” I mutter. He pulls out and slams back into me, causing me to cry out… really loud.

“Quiet, Gabs. Don’t want Brody rushing in here to make sure I’m not murdering you,” he teases, and then he starts pumping hard.

So hard that the desk starts sliding a little, and I have to clap my hand over my mouth to keep the screams inside.

It’s just as Hunter said it would be… rough and fast, and this may now be forever my favorite pace. He slips a hand around to my front, rubbing against me and causing me to buck backward.

“Come on, Gabby,” he says urgently. “Come on.”

Just the fact of knowing that he’s about ready to blow, and he doesn’t want to leave without me, causes my climax to start. I squeeze my eyes shut as it washes through me, a strangled cry lodging deep in my throat.

Hunter slams in hard one more time and goes still. I feel him shuddering as he comes in me hot and hard, his breath whistling through his teeth. He collapses onto my back and says, “I’m never going to get enough of you.”

I smile, because I know exactly what he means.