Free Hunting Truth by J. D. Chase

then nuzzled the tender spot, just below his ear, making
sure my breath blew across his ear. I felt him shudder and his
breath hitch. I smiled a secret, self-satisfied smile as I licked
behind his ear then traced the shell with my tongue.
    I stepped back and saw that his eyes were
closed and his jeans were bulging. I could see his throbbing
erection, straining against its denim prison. His eyes opened and
he looked at me in question. I took another few steps backwards and
began to remove my clothes—slowly. Maintaining eye contact the
whole time, I slid my clothes against my skin with seductive
precision. I could see his rapid pulse in the vein in his neck as I
finally stood naked before him, except for my stockings and heels.
My nipples peaked under his admiring gaze.
    I walked back over to him and pressed
myself against the length of him, rubbing my stiff peaks across his
chest. I stood on tiptoe and whispered into his ear, “I fucking
want you, Lucas Hunter.” I bit his earlobe gently as I spoke. I
felt as well as heard the rumble of his answering growl.
    Carefully, I allowed myself to fall backwards onto the bed.
He moved to follow but I lifted my foot and put the sole of my shoe
flat against his chest. The thin heel pressed into his skin
slightly as I shook my head. He raised an eyebrow but stayed where
he was.
    I bent my legs and placed my feet flat on
the mattress, allowing my knees to fall open, just enough for him
to get a good view. Then
I trailed my fingertips up my sides and onto my breasts. Gently, I
kneaded them and teased my nipples, rolling them between my fingers
and pinching them lightly. I moaned softly and looked at Lucas
through my lashes. The blatant hunger and frustrated restraint I
saw there drove me on.
    My hand slid down between my legs and stroked my open slit. I
heard a low moan and glanced at Lucas. The muscles in his neck were
taught and I could see his jaw clenching. It turned me on even more
to see him fighting his urges, knowing how much he wanted me. I was
already wet so I dipped a finger inside and clenched around it as
my other hand pulled roughly on my nipple. I slid the finger out
and then slid two fingers inside, lifting my hips up slightly to
afford him a better view. I was so wet that my fingers were
dripping when I withdrew them. I traced my juices up along my slit
and around my clit. I felt it swelling with need.
    I slid my ass to the very edge of the
bed and let my feet fall
to the floor, spreading my legs. I inclined my head to Lucas and
widened my eyes. His own eyes widened in recognition of my silent
command. He dived to his knees between my legs, graceful even with
his hands restrained behind his back. I recalled him saying his
mother had been a dancer. He’d obviously inherited her natural
poise and grace.
    He kissed along my inner thigh, right to
the top, and then did the same with my other thigh. He moved his
head to repeat the gesture but I wanted his mouth on me so I
reached down and grasped a handful of hair and tugged. He looked up
in shock but my hands quickly pressed his face into my sex and held
him there. I heard him inhale deeply, relishing my scent. His
breath tickled as he released it. Then I felt the tip of his tongue
probing gently along my folds.
    I slackened my grip on his head to give
him room to maneuver. And just watched. And felt. I will never
forget that image of my mighty alpha male on his knees, hands bound
whilst he pleasured me with his mouth. The sight of him was almost
as arousing as the sensations he was eliciting from my dripping
pussy. I squeezed my eyes shut and concentrated on regulating my
breathing as I’d seen Lucas do. This was too good to end too
quickly.
    His tongue licked and lapped and his mouth sucked until my
ass was writhing against the bed. My fingers began pulling and
pinching my nipples quite roughly. He sucked one of my labia into
his mouth, slid his tongue along it and then released it. Oh. So.
Slowly. It slipped through his