Free Between You and I by Beth D. Carter

break it.”
    “Why would you want to break it off?”
    Madeline was saved from having to explain anything further by the arrival of the three Js. Hunter pulled in behind them, and Madeline decided right then and there to be friendly but not to act romantically. She hugged him like she hugged the others. Laughed with him like she laughed at the other’s jokes. Every once in a while she caught his confused looks, as well as Lacey’s, but she ignored them.
    John stepped up to take a shot.
    “Wait, you’re going to miss,” Jason said.
    “Shut up,” John muttered.
    “No, dude, look.”
    As they bickered between each other, Madeline stepped aside to take a sip of her beer. Hunter sidled up to her.
    “Hey, you,” he said with a smile.
    “Hi.”
    “Missed you this week.”
    She sat her glass down. “It was hellacious. I would come home and drop. Lots of people catching that sinus infection going around.”
    His fingers brushed against hers. Madeline’s breath caught in her throat as her body came alive. She craved his touch.
    “Come home with me?” he asked.
    Her resolve disintegrated into ash.
    “Yes,” she replied.
    ****
    As soon as they entered his apartment, Hunter swooped his big hands around her waist to pull her into his body. She closed her eyes as their lips met in a soft, long, lingering kiss, moaning slightly as he moved one of his hands to clasp the back of her head as he deepened the kiss. She squirmed against him, desperate for more, wanting to lose herself in the sexual haze he always wrapped around her.
    “Oh, Hunter.” She gasped as the kiss broke.
    He didn’t reply. He just kissed her ear, then her neck as his hand pushed up her bra. Madeline moaned again as he sucked one nipple into his mouth, biting lightly before soothing the turgid peak with his tongue. He didn’t play favorites, going back and forth between her breasts until she couldn’t stand it. She clawed at his back, needing him naked, which he happily complied in a few seconds later.
    When they were bare chest to bare chest, he quickly unbuttoned her pants and slid his hand under the elastic of her panties. His fingers delved between her pussy lips and a guttural grown erupted from his throat.
    “Fuck, babe, you are so wet,” he breathed.
    “It’s for you. The wetness is all for you. My pussy is for you.”
    “Yes, this pussy is mine. Do you hear me? Me and me alone. Understand?”
    “Yes,” she panted. Lost in a sea of sexual bliss, she would’ve promise him all the tea in China if he asked for it right then and there.
    “Who’s pussy is this?”
    “Yours.”
    Madeline found the bulge in his pants and caressed him through the denim. His hips jerked at her touch, grinding against her hand, so she freed him. She pushed his jeans down far enough so that his large cock sprang free, palming the shaft to pump up and down.
    “Fuck, Madeline,” he moaned “I want you.”
    “Yes.”
    “Get naked,” he ordered.
    She pulled back only far enough to kick her shoes off, and her pants and panties had no sooner hit the floor, and then he was spinning her, bracing her against the wall as he lifted her upward. She gave a little squeal and held onto his shoulders.
    “Hunter! I’m too heavy.”
    “Shh,” he said. “You’re perfect.”
    His cock probed between her thighs and settled at her opening. She melted to his movement as he thrust upward, sealing their union. He kissed again as he sank deeper and deeper. There was no holding back now, this was more than just sex. More than fucking. In that moment, their souls touched.
    He withdrew from her body, not all the way, but enough so that when he surged back inside, he filled her completely. Madeline felt a mini-orgasm hit her, born from the depths that she felt with him, shaking as it tumbled through her body.
    “Holy fuck,” he said. “I can feel you constrict around me.”
    “More,” she managed to say.
    He thrust into her over and over, using the wall as a counter