RUNNING GAME (A SECOND CHANCE SPORTS ROMANCE) (95 page)

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H
unter’s lips
against mine again melted away eight years of fear, indecision, and reluctance. Every passing lover that I had taken in the intervening time was just a warm-up for this reunion…

His hunger was as strong as the day I’d seen him last. No words were spoken; none were necessary.

Apparently, we shared the same thought, because we began ripping each other’s clothes off at the same time. While he effortlessly tugged my shirt off, my fingers hooked under his own, fingertips scraping along what felt like rock-hard abs…

Hunter tugged my jeans down my thighs, and soon they joined my shirt on the floor. In a flurry of kissing and grinding, he had me up against the wall, my wrists pinned above my head. I struggled to match my lips to his, but he hung tantalizingly back, unwilling to let me have what I needed so desperately.

But I’d gotten his shirt off of him, and my half-lidded eyes gazed down his sculpted abdominals. His rippling six-pack practically sucked the breath from my lungs.

Hunter’s hips pushed into mine, and I could feel the searing heat of his familiar package against my moistening core.

I trembled beneath his domination, and the smug fucker
smiled
into a hot, heavy kiss. Our tongues began their familiar dance together, the muscle memory from years long past flaring up to stoke the dormant fire in our hearts.

It was as if the time had never passed.

We instinctively remembered what the other liked best – Hunter would push up against my hips just the right way, his breath teasing against my lobe, and I undulated between his body and the wall with just the right motions to spur him onward.

After a few minutes of furious kissing, he couldn’t take it any longer… and neither could I.

His grip released, and I pounced, taking every inch of newfound freedom that I could gather. With my lips firmly meeting his, I grasped at his package though his black denim, stroking the outline with my fingertips.

Hunter groaned in contentment, and the distraction was just enough time to begin unbuckling his jeans.

The thick, massive cock that I missed so much sprung from its fabric prison the second that I tugged his jeans down his thighs.

It even looked like it had
grown
very slightly since I’d seen it last – a little wider and longer than I remembered…

Without wasting a second, I began stroking the firm, erect tool. Kissing into his neck with my hand teasing him down south, I felt his body shudder with my touch.

That’s right, Hunter,
I thought.

You always loved my hand around your cock…

I wanted to stay in charge, so I took the initiative. Before he gained enough self-control to place his hands on my shoulders, I dropped down to my knees in front of his weapon.

Curling my hands around his hips to hold myself steady, my lips parted around the crimson helmet of his throbbing cock.

Oh god, I missed this so much.

All he could do was groan as I swallowed down a third of his erection, pulling back up to barely keep the tip in my mouth. His lazy gaze filtered downward, matching my lustful stare as I descended upon his cock again, taking half in this time, pulling back, pushing down, back, down, back, down…

His fingers threaded into my hair, but instead of commandeering my rhythm, he merely held my locks brushed aside. Grateful that I could now focus on sucking his cock, I picked the speed up, letting my fingertips dig into his hips as I fucked him with my mouth, harder and faster now, desperate to please him once more.

I needed this… I’d been dreaming about Hunter for eight long years…

Hunter’s fingers suddenly clasped a fistful of my hair, as if taking me by the reins. With gritted teeth that only exposed his animalistic pleasure, he began to more forcefully pull me down his cock. I relaxed my jaw to accept more of him in, knowing that this was inevitable… but I had held back an ace.

With a good twenty seconds of thrusting his cock into my mouth at his preferred speed, he realized that something was a little different… I wasn’t stopping him.

“You… oh my God…” He murmured for the first time since we’d kissed.

I pulled my lips off of his cock, coughing temporarily before accepting a deep gulp of air. I grinned seductively up at him… “I’ve gotten better with age…”

“Well, ain’t that just the sweetest,” Hunter grinned hungrily, pulling my mouth back onto his cock and groaning with pleasure. He released his wild abandon now, forcing me to accept as much of his huge cock as I could…

And since I could use my throat now, that meant
all
of it. His grunts became a mixture of surprise and intense satisfaction.

I steadied my hands around his hips as he continued to drill my mouth, releasing his grip every eighth or ninth thrust so I could restock on precious, life-giving oxygen.

With a few more minutes of this, his grip released on my hair, and he pushed me off of his cock.

If it had been anyone else, I would have been upset. I’d been so close to finishing him with my throat… but I knew Hunter, and I knew what he wanted.

He wanted to share the pleasure.

After quickly kicking off his boots and jeans, Hunter’s strong hand gripped my shoulder and coerced me up onto my feet. He guided me down a hallway and into a dark bedroom, tossing me down onto a bed.

His
bed.

As I slumped down into his comforter, watching him kneel on the edge of the bed and come my way, that this had been everything that I’d wanted in the last eight years.

His lips crashed down into mine, and I reached down to grasp the scepter of his passion. If I hadn’t already brought him to his knees, those few strokes would have done it. His satisfied groans against my lips told me everything that I needed to know.

“Mmf,” he grunted, grasping a handful of my hair and pulling my eyes to match his. I was taken aback by his effortless dominance, and how I loved that simple, easy act of control.

His kissing moved downward; his lips traced my collarbone, nipping down my skin around my bra. The biker peppered a trail of kisses down my abdomen until he reached the tantalizing edge of my panties.

I was grateful that I’d at least
matched
my underwear today.

Without a word spoken, Hunter tugged me up into a kneeling position, his lips on my neck. While I was distracted, I felt two little flicks of his wrist behind my back. All of a sudden, my bra’s clasps came undone beneath his touch.

Pulling the velvety shield from my ample bosom and casting it aside, he coerced me down onto my back again. I allowed my head to nestle into his pillows as he descended upon my perky, erect nubs.

A little charge of lightning pleasure sparked in my head as he took a nipple between his lips, wrapping his fingers around the breast to firmly squeeze it.

As he continued to work my nipple between his teeth, my lips parted in a round ‘O’. My hips shifted as I twisted my torso lightly, feeling myself writhe underneath him – my body, independently of me, was responding to his touch.

Just like it always had.

My breath inhaled heavily, chest heaving, as Hunter switched to the other nipple – his hand continuing to knead the first breast. This time, he bit lightly, causing my hands to fly to caress his head against my chest.

He continued this for a short while, alternating from nipple to nipple every minute or so. Meanwhile, his rough hands wandered… fingernails running up and down my side, squeezing into my shoulders, kneading my breasts, stroking down my thighs…

I couldn’t bear to take it anymore, and I pushed downward on his head, wordlessly telling him where I needed him to go.

Hunter followed my hint, peppering his kisses down my abdomen again until he reached my core. Instead of going straight for it, he guided them towards my inner thigh, leaving what I knew would be a sizeable mark on the soft flesh.

The feeling of his lips sucking on my skin was driving me wilder than before, and I couldn’t help but hold onto his hair and slide my head back into the pillows.

There was a light chuckle against my flesh, and he kissed his way to the other thigh, following suit there as well.

I swallowed and lost myself in the relief, allowing him to continue leaving evidence of his presence against my inner thighs. My chest was
definitely
heaving now, and I let my eyes roll backwards into my head with pleasure.

But when he pushed his lips into the single layer of fabric separating him from my sex…

My hips bucked; my fingers threaded back into his hair, holding him to my body my limbs tightened. Hunter knew
exactly
how to tease me properly, and he merely rocked his face from side to side in small, minute motions, as if digging his lips further into my wet pussy without having to touch it.

I whipped my face up from the pillows, gazing down upon him with a half-lidded gaze, and he merely smiled deviously as he only did it
harder.

“God, Hunter…” I murmured, my breath catching in my lungs.

At that overtly satisfied declaration, Hunter’s thumbs hooked into the edges of my panties, whipping them down my thighs and off my ankles.

Without a single thread of clothing on either of us, his mouth descended upon my sex, his tongue marrying to my inner folds as I lustfully gushed with pleasure.

“F-
Fuck!

My fingers, previously threaded delicately through his hair, frantically clutched into his follicles. I groaned and arched my back as my hips pressed upward into his mouth, matching the power of his simple motions.

Hunter didn’t let up. While I rode his tongue, his face rode my hips; he matched my movements. My lover locked my thighs over his shoulders, his hands clasping into the thighs and keeping me trapped in position around his face.

He proved that he was just as skilled at pleasing me with his mouth as he was when we were teenagers. If anything… he was possibly
better
at tongue-fucking me.

Lifting his focus upward, he began to suck on my engorged clit, his tongue lapping underneath to tease my outer lips. Meanwhile, he slipped a hand free, lubing up his middle finger between my lips before plunging it into my wet, aching chasm.

I felt myself parting around that single digit as it plunged into my depths, rolling over my rigid inner folds. He curled it backwards, pressing against my inner bundle of nerves and stroking me from the insides.

My hips shifted as I rolled beneath his tongue, and he soon pulled the slickened finger free again. My aching, gasping lips parted around it, sucking it clean and lubing it up with the index digit.

Coated with my saliva, both fingers tentatively pushed into my drenched pussy. They burrowed inwards, stroking my most sensitive pleasure zones as I writhed in pleasure. It took everything that I had to not release a tremendous succession of loud, embarrassing moans…

It wasn’t long before I felt the rising, building, mounting pressure of a coming orgasm. I knew that I couldn’t hold onto composure much longer, and I bit my bottom lip before begging him to not stop…

Hunter picked up the momentum, lifting up and leaning forward as his fingers powered into my hot, wet pussy, again and again at breakneck speed… I clutched onto his arms and squirmed under his power, feeling the swelling pressure climb in intensity until I was just at the cusp of a tremendous climax…

And with a gasping, lengthy moan, my body stiffened up – clenching onto his as I bucked my hips, descending into carnal ecstasy around his rough, powerful fingers.

“Oh fuck me…” I groaned rhetorically, dropping down to the bedding in complete bliss.

“Don’t threaten
me
with a good time,” Hunter murmured wickedly as he positioned himself against me, climbing onto my sweat-soaked body.

I felt the engorged tip of his cock press into my slickened slit, threatening to infiltrate my folds. He hesitated briefly, as if waiting for me to command him to locate a condom… but I didn’t care about that.

All I needed was him inside me… and I told him just that very thing.

My body shuddered with pleasure as I felt his commanding rod push deep into my pussy. With successive, slow thrusts, my body adjusted to his thickness and length. Clearly eager to take everything that he had to offer, my folds stretched willingly around the powerful erection.

“Oh god,” Hunter groaned. “I forgot how goddamned tight you are…”

I nodded happily, pulling his weight down against mine. My arms enveloped his shoulders as he kissed into one of mine, biting down just hard enough to excite me.

“Oh, do that again,” I murmured.

He chuckled in surprise, but followed the command. With a punishing thrust, his teeth clamped down on the tender flesh of my shoulder, careful enough to not really hurt me.

With my eyes clasped shut, I gasped out my building elation. Hunter’s movements built up towards a rhythmic crescendo; his thrusts started powering into me, again and again, driving my pleasure off the scale.

He lifted himself up from me, breaking my embrace – but lifted my legs to rest my ankles on his shoulders. With this renewed angle, I felt his cock adjust trajectory inside upon his thrusting, and the new angle rubbed inside just right.

A half-lidded glance up at him showed me that he, too, enjoyed this new angle. His eyes were closed, his chest groaning, and a deep flicker of desire across his face.

We lost ourselves in each other. While he pummeled himself into my soaked pussy, again and again, I felt my ankles continue to bounce on his strong, broad, sweaty shoulders.

My fingers clenched at the sheets.

My back arched from the bedding.

My lungs gasped with passion.

Hunter spread my thighs, supporting each one in the crooks of his arms. Stretching my legs wider made me even tighter around him, and I couldn’t help but roll my eyes back into my head.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he repeated. “God, I love how tight you are, Sarah…”

My mind practically crumbled at the sound of him murmuring my name during sex. It felt so right to hear it drift from his lips…

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