Blindsight: Part Two (6 page)

“This isn’t right,” Hunter grunted and stood a moment later, scrutinizing the couple with a critical eye.
 

“Excuse me?” the man with warm cocoa skin bumbled.
 

“I know you didn’t fly me and my lovely assistant all the way down here to take a photo of that.” He nodded to the half-lifeless pose of the woman on the boat. “You didn’t pay me my ridiculous fee to capture you fumbling around her tits.” Hunter grunted and tossed his camera into my quick hands. “Now fuck her.” Hunter grasped the man’s arm and thrust it between her naked legs. “And mean it.” The man stared at Hunter with wide eyes.
 

“Whatever you want to capture in these photos, do it now. I’m assuming it’s that, or you wouldn’t have hired me.” Hunter grabbed the camera from me and shot the man a stern gaze.
 

The politician trailed his hand up the woman’s brown body, her lips falling open as she writhed nude across the weathered wood.
 

“That’s it,” Hunter growled and my thighs turned to jelly. That voice. Those commands. “There it is,” Hunter purred and made me weak in the knees. Putty in his deft hands. I wanted that sharp tongue running across the concavity of my ribs, the hollow of my navel.
 

“Erin, hold the reflector like I taught you.” Hunter’s voice startled me from my thoughts.
 

“Sorry.” I rushed to adjust the reflector to accommodate his newest angle. The man’s fingers were drawing circles across her pelvis, playing in the soft curls of her pubic hair, dipping between to make contact with her glistening pussy.
 

My eyes darted away as Hunter’s voice hummed words of encouragement and clicked on.
 

“Erin,” Hunter called again. “Eyes on the lens,” he reprimanded gently, not the first time he’d done it.
 

“Right,” I huffed and then adjusted the angle again, but my eyes constantly shot to the erotic couple, her soft moans a distraction.
 

“Fuck her harder,” Hunter ordered as the clicking continued and the man sped up his finger assault on the woman. Her body shifted and her moans grew to soft melodic grunts before a slow wave of a groan fell from her lips.
 

“Jesus,” I murmured, my eyes riveted on the lust that filled her eyes before tears fell down her cheeks.
 

“Are you ok
―
” I dropped the reflector to rush to her, thinking she was in pain somehow.
 

“Erin--” Hunter stopped me with a heavy arm on my elbow. “Back off.” He crouched closer and zoomed on her face, catching the trail of tears slicing down her pink cheeks.
 

“Let it all out, that’s it, baby,” Hunter sang and nodded to her lover. The man withdrew his fingers from her body and stretched across her slumped form, placing a hand around her neck in that same dominant way that Hunter did me, kissing her reverently.
 

“That’s why they’re here. She hasn’t had an orgasm in a year. She needs an audience to reach…” Hunter’s eyes shot me a sideways glance and suddenly it all clicked into place.
 

“They’re engaged, but she was afraid to marry him if they couldn't satisfy each other.” Hunter clasped my elbow and we stepped away to give them a moment of intimacy that they had been waiting so long for.
 

“It’s beautiful,” I murmured as I watched, feeling every part the voyeur we were.

“The tears were fantastic.” Hunter was beeping through the images on his camera. “Next shot?” He looked up at me then, his grin dancing and wide, happiness coursing through every feature. I knew because it reflected my own.
 

“Ready when you are, boss.” I grinned and hooked my pinky with his and gave a quick squeeze.
 

“Good.” His grin softened as his eyes landed on mine. “Love that.” He placed his own slow, reverent kiss on my lips before pulling away. “Now go untie her,” he instructed and dropped my pinky, his bare feet squeaking in the soft sand as he went to scout the next location.

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As fiery orange hues striped the sky with pinks and gold, Hunter took my hand in his, and we walked barefoot down the shore.
 

“I’ve heard about this cove somewhere on the island…” Hunter trailed off as sand brushed through our toes. After we’d finally finished the shoot, Hunter and I made dinner together, then he’d insisted on a moonlit walk, promising something
incredible
.
 

I pulled the scarf I wore tossed over my shoulders more tightly before I replied. “Another friend tell you about a hidden spot?” I teased with a soft smile.
 

“Looked this one up on Trip Advisor,” Hunter replied and I laughed when he shot me a silly wink. In the next moment, we were shimmying around a cold rock face, and when we turned the corner, the view opened up to a small inlet edged with soaring rock cliffs accented in the silver moonlight.
 

“Wow.”

“Close your mouth, Princess, they have bugs down here.” Hunter’s thumb pressed my lips back together and then landed a kiss squarely there.
 

“What is that?” My eyes were riveted, taking in the softly lapping shoreline, lit in a vibrant shade of neon blue.
 

“Bioluminescent lagoon. Certain organisms reflect light when they're agitated. I’ve always wanted to see it.” Hunter dropped my hand, walking down the sand until his toes reached the neon water and lapped around them, highlighting his skin in the pale light.
 

“Come here.” He turned, his grin radiating warmth across my insides as I stepped to him and dipped my own toes in the water. “Let’s take a picture.” Hunter’s fingers were fiddling with the button on my shorts, and before I knew it, he was pushing the denim down my legs and tossing them in the sand.
 

“You’re insane. Is it safe?” I giggled, splashing in the neon waves, succumbing to the sensations of the moment.
 

“Of course it is. I do my homework, and I’d never put you in harm’s way, remember?” He grinned and pecked me on the lips before pulling me out into the neon water. His hands pulled my tank over my shoulders leaving me naked in the moonlight. “Lay back.” His roughened palms guided me down and I felt my hair fan out in the water around me. “Fucking amazing,” Hunter hummed and trailed a fingertip through the wet curls that swam around my neck, down over my chest, and across one pebbled nipple.
 

I sucked in a quick breath of the cool night air and closed my eyes, trying to swallow my nerves and relish the situation. I heard his familiar
click click
, but it sounded like a song in the breeze amongst the chorus of wind ruffling the overgrown palms. “I feel like I’m in a dream.” I fanned my hands out in the water, a smile flickering across my lips and causing warmth to rise from my toes up to my cheeks.

“You look like a goddess.” His soft voice hummed as he clicked away, before I felt beads of water trailing across the concavity of my stomach, across my already beading nipples, then across my collarbone. I heard the zoom of his camera and felt my nipples tighten in response, my pussy growing wet in the water as he photographed me surrounded in a pool of glowing neon.
 

“This is it.” Hunter clicked and then swirled my hair around one shoulder. “Turn your face to the side, eyes open. And speak. Tell me everything running through that pretty mind and don’t pay attention to me.” His grin flicked up sideways and I knew then I was in trouble.
 

“Do it.” His voice deepened and flipped my tummy until I did what he’d asked.
 

“I feel like a child. Naked and free, floating in a dream where no one else exists,” I murmured and my eyes fluttered open to catch the bright gleaming moon centered in the sky.
 

“Mmhmm.” One fingertip traced the curve of my waist and shot fireworks into my veins.

“When I was a kid, my mom would work all night and then get home and drink, pop pills, go on these rants. She would fight, and I would escape. I was always turning her off, escaping to fantasy.”
 

Hunter’s hands slid down my pelvis, and I felt his rough thumb slide between my soaked pussy lips and massage my hardening clit.
 

Soft pants fell from my lips.
 

“Keep talking.” Hunter pinched at my clit in warning. I sucked in a quick breath and lost my balance in the water. “Do it, Princess.”
 

My eyes flicked to his then back to the glaring moon as if it were my own erotic guide.
 

“When I got older, I was left alone so much. I had so many questions, I started reading dirty romance books.” His thumb worked rougher circles at my clit. “They became my escape.” I moaned and remembered the nights spent in my childhood bed, the smell of the book’s pages in my nostrils as I escaped to far off lands with dashing men to rescue me from the hellhole that was Clearview, Illinois.
 

“Keep going,” Hunter ground through his teeth as he zoomed and clicked, my arms floating above me now so my back was nearly arched in the water, my neck covered in a pool of neon at my throat.
 

“I’d run my hands down my legs and imagine fucking Highlanders in the woods of Scotland.”

“Yeah, baby?” Hunter hummed and his fingers worked faster and harder at my clit as his camera flicked fiercely.
 

“They were always strong, mean, rough with me, taking away my control,” I gritted as Hunter thrust his thumb inside me and fucked at the hard ridge of nerves buried there.
 

“Yes, yes, yes,” I repeated, my eyes shuddering closed against the too bright lunar light as my orgasm flooded my system. My nerves tingled and sparked with energy from the moon and the organisms and the magic of the night.

With his camera thrown behind his back, he was suddenly kissing me with punishing force,
 
hauling me up the shoreline, his towering form above me.
 

“Swallow my cock.” His heavy hand was on my head and guiding me to his thick length. With the glow of neon pressing at my vision, I grasped the base of his dick and pressed him into the back of my throat, hearing him grunt and feeling him thrust into my mouth as I took his full length.
 

I flicked at the stiff ridge and trailed my tongue up the throbbing vein that ran underneath the shaft before I swallowed him completely again. His heavy hands at my hair fisted at the strands and held me in place, the head of his cock choking my lungs of oxygen until my eyes were brimming with tears and his hands released.
 

I pumped up his length with my fist again, added my other fist, and marveled at the sheer size of his thick girth. I couldn't even fist him in one hand, how had he ever fit inside me? I squirmed in the sand, remembering the delicious feel of his cock and ran my tongue from the base to the beautiful crown, hollowing my cheeks and tasting the salty essence of his pre-cum.

“That’s it, Erin. Oh, fuck yeah, that’s my Princess.” His rough hands pulled at my hair and suddenly he was coming across my chest, my boobs glistening with his semen, the evidence of our dirty fucking right here on the most beautiful beach in paradise.

“Fuck,” Hunter grunted and was pulling me out of the sand and into his arms almost instantly. He wrapped a hand in my sopping hair and pressed his lips to mine, swallowing me in a kiss that rivaled all of the passion I’d ever felt before.
 

I threaded my hands in his own damp hair and pushed against him, desperate to feel him inside me again when I registered that he was still hard. He'd spilled semen across my chest and was still thick and ready as ever. “Please, I need you,” I hummed and nipped at his lip, pushing him back against a gnarled palm growing sideways out of the sand.

Hunter turned and twisted me against the tree, propping my ass on the thick trunk until I was perfectly aligned with his still throbbing cock. “I've never fucked twice in a row before. You're so fucking sexy you drive me insane,” he cooed as his forehead fell to my shoulder. His lips caught mine and I registered the moon and the stars and every other thing I’d been looking for all those nights in my dreams right there in his sizzling green eyes.

I had him. He was right here.
 

“God dammit, Erin. Feel so fucking good,” he growled and bit my lip before his hand fisted at my thigh and his pumping grew short and erratic. “The feel of you squeezing around me, your fucking body connected with mine makes me think this is right where we're supposed to be.” He bit savagely at my neck and I let out a quick yelp as my fingernails dug into his rock hard deltoids and his fucking sped up. One thick finger thrust between us and was rubbing at my clit until the over-stimulated bundle exploded and my eyes closed to find bright white light firing off all my nerve-endings in an orgasm of earth-shattering pain and pleasure and desperate lust.
 

Hunter's second orgasm in as many minutes followed as a groan radiated from his powerful chest and his hands gripped my waist while his hips worked a measured rhythm. He came in long waves, his thighs shaking as he held me against him, emptying into me without a single concern in the world. I heaved laboring breaths, the sticky humid heat and Hunter’s sweat slicking my skin as I held this strong virile man in my arms.
 

“I could hold you all night,” his deep voice murmured a minute later when our breaths had finally quieted.

I smiled a slow delicious smile, and pulled my short fingernails across the taut muscles of his back. “Me too.”

Hunter's lips trailed up my neck, kissing and sucking as if tasting the most decadent dessert he’d ever been given.
 

I grinned up at him, my orgasm still pumping love through my veins.
 

“Hmm…” His eyes darted up and down my form before landing on my tousled wet hair. “Love you, Erin.” His eyes sparkled with sex in the moonlight and I sighed. Feeling more full than I ever had in my life and in every single way.