Hunt Me Down - Chapter 49: Chapter 49

Nathaniel's POV
I put my ear to the door; no sound came from the other side, not even a snore. My parents had gone to bed over an hour ago but I was still at home; I wanted to make sure they had sufficient time to fall asleep. I also wanted to prepare myself; Hunter was expecting to get something from me and I had to get used to that idea.
Had I succeeded?
No.
I still trembled at the mere thought of seeing him tonight. But I'd made him a promise to visit and despite my anxiety I wanted to keep that promise.
I passed by my sister's room. She was still awake, the glow from her lamp oozing under her door, making a puddle of light on the carpet of our semi-dark hallway. I didn't mind Vallery being up though; I'd even told her where I planned to go tonight.
She'd gotten very excited at the news - far more than I had nerves for - and instructed me to tell her how things went between Hunter and me as long as I skipped 'the details that a sister wouldn't want to know about her brother'. I assured her that there would be no actions, leading to such details to be told to which she simply shrugged and said 'We'll see what Hunter has in mind'.
Her remark had only facilitated the forming of a cluster of nerves at the pit of my stomach.
I headed to the bathroom for one last check. I combed my already tidy brown hair, then pulled my lips apart to examine my teeth - white without food residue, but I brushed them once more, just to be on the safe side; the minty toothpaste also refreshed my breath. Tugging at my dark blue turtleneck to get rid of possible folds, I headed out of the bathroom and towards my window.
I slowly cracked it a few inches open; it did not screech so I opened it all the way and climbed onto the tree. Just as gently I closed my window and took the few step necessary to get in from of Hunter's. Taking a deep breath, I knocked on the glass.
He opened right away and moved to the side to allow me in. My feet had barely touched the floor of his bedroom when he placed his hands on my hips and turned me towards him.
"You look really good in this turtleneck; have I told you that before?" Hunter didn't give me time to respond; he covered my lips with his.
"Can we at least close the widow first?" I asked, pulling my head away. He let go of my left hip to push the window close then his hand went back to its previous position; all the while he kept his eyes on mine.
"I don't see it."
I furrowed my eyebrows at his statement, so he clarified:
"Your writing. I don't see it. That's what I wanted for Christmas, remember?" He cocked his head to the left. "For you to read me something you wrote. But here you are without a notebook; not even a small notepad. Unless," his arms snaked behind me and found the way to my bum, "it's in your pocket."
I jumped a bit as his right hand slipped into the left back pocket of my jeans.
"No, nothing here," he murmured, leaning towards me. His next words were whispered against my lips.
"Is it in this one?" He uttered, his other hand finding its way inside my right pocket. "No notepad here either."
He kissed me, squeezing my butt through the fabric. My mouth opened and he slid his tongue in. He tasted of salt and some other spice... Something very familiar...
I gave up trying to figure out the flavor almost as soon as I'd began wondering what it could be, closing my eyes and savoring the moment. It didn't last long enough; Hunter backed away, his hands returning to my hips.
"So why didn't you bring anything?" He asked.
"I thought you'd want something else, not my writing."
"Are you ready for something else?" His eyes sparked, his gaze moving from my face to the area beneath my waist before heading back to my lips.
"Not the something," I muttered,"but..."
I took a deep breath and leaned towards him. This time it was I who initiated the kiss. Hunter smiled against my lips, enjoying that I was - quite uncharacteristically - taking the lead.
I didn't know what to do with my hands. At first they hanged limply against my body. I then raised them up and reached towards his face; I wasn't sure Hunter would enjoy that contact so I lowered them again. In the end, I settled to place them over his chest. It provided a fence between us, which gave me a bit of courage; it showed I wasn't going to go too far.
Hunter was displeased with this barrier and - without breaking the kiss - he grabbed my arms and put them behind my back. He held them there by the wrists as he stepped forward, forcing me to commence walking until the back of my knees hit something and they bent. I fell in a sitting position over soft covers and he let go of my hands to push me on my back.
"Hunter," I breathed out, my voice shaking. I crawled backwards to move away from him, but I was only going further into his bed.
"We are not having sex tonight, Nathaniel," Hunt reassured, climbing on top of me. He straddled me, but used his legs as support so I couldn't feel his full weight on me.
"I still want something more than what we've done already," he went on, tugging at the hem of my turtleneck. "So this has got to go."
"Hunter..."
"Just this, not the pants." His grip on my top tightened but he didn't make any attempts to take it off; he kept staring at me silently as if waiting for my permission. I gave him a slow nod and the left corner of his lips turned up.
I rose a little so that he could get rid of the dark clothing for me.
"Not yet," he pushed so I was lying again. Hunter lifted the bottom of my turtleneck, his gaze going to my stomach.
"Wow, you were right, Natty: you are getting a little chubby."
I looked away from him. I knew I was losing my good shape; what if it turned him off?
He looked perfectly fit, just like he always did.
He grasped my chin and turned my face towards him.
"It was a joke, Nathaniel; it was supposed to lighten the mood. I like your body."
Hunter bent down and kissed me just below the bellybutton. I took in a sharp breath and hissed.
"Really?" He was looking into my eyes with an amused smirk. "Just by that?"
He lowered his head again and planted another kiss, a few inches higher. I closed my eyes and arched my back as his hands slipped beneath my top, pushing it further and further up, Hunter's mouth trailing kisses over the recently exposed skin. At this point I didn't even care if he noticed how a certain part of me twitched in my jeans; I simply wanted him to keep doing what he did.
"Lift up," he whispered in my ear and moved back so I could sit in the bed, giving him a chance to pull my turtleneck off.
Hunt caressed my naked torso, his hands sliding down from my shoulders, over my chest and to my abdominals before one of them slowly went back up and grabbed my chin.
"What did you so with the lollypop?" He asked in a purring tone that made me twitch again.
"I ate it," I replied, slightly surprised that he would bring that up now of all times.
"You don't eat a lollypop," he contradicted,"you..." He left the sentence open, waiting for me to complete it.
He wanted me to say it.
He wanted to hear me use that verb and when I hesitated, opening my mouth without a sound, he narrowed his eyes at me, challenging me to go on.
"Suck it." My voice came out raspy.
He smirked, his index finger moving to cosset my bottom lip.
"Show me," he ordered and I opened my mouth, taking in his digit.
Paprika.
That was the taste I could not identify before; Hunt must've been eating chips before I visited. The flavor was more prominent as I sucked his fingertip and watch a smile spread on his face and his eyes close almost fully shut. Two grey orbs burned through the small slits as he kept his gaze on my mouth; I could not decide which gave him more pleasure: the sense of the wetness of my tongue over his finger or watching my lips wrapped around it.
I plunged forward, accommodating all of it in my mouth. My heart beat like crazy and my cheeks burned, but no matter how flustered I was, I could not take my eyes off of his and I could not stop. I felt exhilarated and proud of the effect I had on him; it was the first time I realized that this wasn't one-sided, that I could make Hunter experience the same pleasure he was giving me with his kisses, a pleasure that I found harder and harder to resist.
"Enough," his husky voice was barely audible. I gently squeezed at his finger and moved my head back, sliding my teeth over the skin in hopes he'd enjoy the sensation. He omitted something between a moan and a purr and I grinned, knowing I'd succeeded.
"You were very diligent," he noted, leaning forward and kissing me. "Can't wait for you to put something else of mine between those lips. We can take care of you first, of course." I must've looked confused as he added:
"It involves taking off these," he tugged at my jeans, "or at least unzipping them."
I tensed up; did he expect that tonight?
As if I'd spoken out loud, Hunt went on:
"Not tonight, not tonight." He kissed me on the nose. "When you are ready." Hunter rolled off me, his back resting on the bed cover. "What do you want to do for now?"
"You don't want to... kiss anymore?" I changed the verb I'd originally intended to use; it was funny how 'suck' could sound too vulgar for me to utter in this context when until a minute ago I was putting that word to action.
"Oh, I want to, but my pants are getting really tight," he commented, his eyes darting towards my lower half. "Seems like yours are too."
I slapped him over the shoulder, my eyes growing larger at the realization of what I'd done. His jaw hung slack - he was just as surprised as me - before he chuckled.
"I'd say 'you hit like a girl', but I'd wrestled with Val so I know firsthand girls can punch hard and what you did... We should teach you how to punch," he concluded.
"I don't believe in violence," I justified myself.
"Said the boy who just slapped me," he teased, turning to the side so he could see me better. My cheeks heated up and I looked at the ceiling.
"You are cute when you pout."
I didn't reply.
"Natty?"
I still didn't acknowledge him even with a glance.
"Oh, Natty."
Nope. Not until he apologized for jesting with me.
When did I become so childish?
I was really acting strange lately...
"Oh, Naughty Natty..."
"Naughty?" I couldn't help myself and turned my head towards him. Had he been smirking the whole time or since he managed to make me speak to him again?
"Well," his palm landed on my abdominals and slowly slid up. "You did some naughty things tonight," he pointed out and I couldn't argue. "But I like it when you are naughty."
His hand found its way to my chin again and he tilted it down as he craned his neck to get close enough for a peck.
"I want so much more than that," he murmured after the quick kiss, his thumb running over my jaw line. "I'm going to make you want it too."
There was no need for that promise; I already wanted it. I was still too frightened to go for what I desired though; that was what Hunt had to help me with.