Page 19 of Hunt Me (The Skulls #1)

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Ruaridh

I ’ m stood here, as many plastic stalls down as I can be from Fauna, the biggest head fuck I ’ ve had, all so that she might feel a little safer.

The look on her face came as no surprise, and I wish I could say that I had never seen a look like that before, but I have. Most of us have. It would be a lie to say those looks didn ’ t exist before the apocalypse, but almost everyone you come across now holds one in one form or another.

Fauna is no exception and that makes me murderous.

What else makes me murderous is the noises coming from that same woman ’ s lips.

Never mind what am I doing, what the fuck is she doing?

It doesn ’ t take a genius to figure out that those sounds are moans of pleasure. Pleasure that, by the sounds of it is getting higher and higher for her.

Thank fuck I ’ m having a cold wash. I didn ’ t think twice when I decided to give her all of the hot water, leaving myself with the icy cold liquid streaming down on me from the broken shower head.

The cold doesn ’ t bother me. I ’ m welcoming it at this point as it ’ s the only thing stopping me from exploding to the sounds of her needy moans.

Fuck.

She sounds so good, so desperate.

What if she ’ s doing it on purpose? Surely she knows that I can hear everything. Her moans of pleasure are like a siren song to my ears, beckoning me to come closer.

Another needy moan sounds from Fauna ’ s stall, this one a higher pitch than the last and the distinct sound of something slapping echoes out.

My ears prick trying to figure out if the slapping sound is something to worry about.

Did she fall?

Fauna is undoubtedly crazy, but she didn ’ t seem like the I hit myself whilst masturbating kind of crazy. But I ’ m an open-minded man and I ’ m not judging if that ’ s what she ’ s into.

There it is again, the faint sound of a slap of a palm, but now I ’ m closer to the sound. I can make out what it is hitting against – the wall.

Fauna lets out another needy moan and somehow I ’ ve made my way to the front of her cubical. The blue plastic sheet hanging between us.

Oh fuck.

Leave man, you need to leave. It ’ s so simple. Turn and take one step in front of the other.

I bite my knuckle, torn as to what to do.

Which head to listen to.

But Fauna being the horny thing she is makes up my mind for me as she lets out a cry of absolute need that has my hand shooting out and gripping the curtain before I can even think about it.

Plastic crumples, and the hooks all but snap off the rail with the force I use to tear away the barrier between us.

Fauna ’ s lustful eyes blink up at me, and she braces herself against the back wall. You ’ d think she ’ d scramble for something, move to cover herself, or at least look shocked by my blatant intrusion, but she doesn ’ t do anything.

She watches me, waiting.

Her heavy-lidded hazel eyes drink me in, my naked chest and the tattoos painted across it, whatever expression that is written across my face.

I feel her eyes linger on the skull tattooed across my heart, but it only grabs her attention for a minute or so before those pretty eyes go wide. And I realise why.

I haven ’ t just barged into her shower cubical, completely invading her privacy, but I ’ ve done it whilst naked, my Johnson out on full display with the biggest hard-on I ’ ve ever had in my entire life.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Mother of all fucks.

I feel my lips open as if to say something. Maybe an apology? I don ’ t know because how the fuck do I apologise for this?

My social cues are a little rusty, you know, with the apocalypse and all that, but I ’ m pretty sure me showing her my boner whilst she ’ s about to orgasm can ’ t be blamed on the world ending. If she didn ’ t think it already she ’ s definitely going to think I ’ m a freak now.

But my little deer makes my mouth fall wider, so wide my jaw might as well be on the fucking floor because instead of screaming and throwing her shower supplies at the naked dafty in front of her the top set of her straight white teeth bite into her plush bottom lip.

Fuck that ’ s so sexy.

She giggles slightly and I begin to question if I accidentally said that out loud.

I can ’ t help myself. It must be something to do with her expression, the way she ’ s looking at me like she wants to combust with me.

I drink her in just the way she is me. Her hair wet and less matted than it was before as it cascades down her shoulders, the length long enough to frame around her perfect breasts.

My gaze roams across her body, and I ’ m drawn to the hard peaks of her nipples.

As if following my gaze, Fauna brings her hand up to cup her breast, moving to roll the tip between her fingers and pinch it tight.

A moan that sounds far too much like some form of a growl comes from my chest at the sight, and I step forward.

But that ’ s all I do, the look on her face earlier flashing through my mind and bringing me to a halt.

What if she doesn ’ t want me to touch her? Maybe all she wants is me to watch.

If all this beauty wants me to do is watch, then watch I shall.

Fuck I ’ d do whatever she asked of me at this point.

Watching Fauna ’ s body move as she continues to moan and squirm in pleasure, my eyes trace further down her lean body. Down to where her other hand is occupied at the apex of her thighs.

Fuck.

Me.

She ’ s playing with herself.

Is this why she was moaning? Was my mischievous little deer rubbing her needy pussy whilst I was a couple of cubicles down?

I ’ m a man transfixed. I don ’ t think I could look away even if I wanted to. The way her hips sway with her need, thrusting into her fingers as she lets out a moan.

My dick pulses as I watch her.

The thought hits me — I cannot, under any circumstances, cum just from watching her touch herself. She would run for the hills if I stand here like an dafty spurting my cum on the floor at her feet.

Slightly ashamed, I turn to look away, but Fauna ’ s dissatisfied sound has me stopping to connect my gaze right back with hers.

She has released her bottom lip, now slightly pouty and vulnerable as she looks right at me. Then her hand comes up reaching between us, her glistening fingers outstretched to me. The challenge in her fiery eyes taking on a whole new meaning.

My steps are quick as I close the distance between us, drawing her first two fingers into my mouth before I can think.

Sweetness envelopes my taste buds and fuck me it ’ s the best thing I ’ ve ever tasted.

I could get drunk on her.

Fauna gasps as I suck her fingers into my mouth. I don ’ t care if I seem a bit crazed to her because I am. This beautiful woman is making me become all types of crazy and I ’ m not in the least bit mad about it.

Her fingers comb through the longer strands of my hair, and I feel her nails scratch at my scalp as she fists my hair, tugging to make me look straight at her.

Red tinges her cheeks, and her pupils are completely dilated.

Bursts of panted breaths leave her plump, parted lips adding to the lust-drunk haze Fauna has going on, and I wait for her next move, what instruction she might have for me next.

I can see the moment she gathers her courage and makes her decision, and seconds later, I ’ m greeted with the pressure of her palm on my head.

Oh, thank you to whatever force, spirit, or god that put this woman in my path, because I ’ m about to be on my knees worshipping her, as if she were the most precious thing in the universe. Because you know what that is exactly what she is.

I follow her silent command and drop to my knees in front of her, not wasting a second before I flatten my tongue against her centre, tasting her in one deliciously slow lick.

Fauna moans, gripping my hair and lifting a leg to rest on my shoulder. I grip her ass holding her firmly in place.

I pull her calf further onto my shoulder and plunge my tongue deep into her pussy feeling her walls constrict around me.

My beautiful girl is close.

Not wasting a moment of her pleasure, I pull her other leg onto my shoulder so that I am the only thing anchoring her, stopping her from falling.

Her clit is swollen and red as I draw torturous circles around it, then I suck.

Fauna ’ s grip on my hair borders on painful, but it only encourages my movements, pushing her further towards her release.

My grip on her shifts as I bring the hand that is not squeezing her arse between her legs, slipping into her centre I curl my fingers.

The combination of me sucking her clit and curling my fingers against that sweet spot has her combusting in my arms. I look up to her, watching as her gaze leaves my own and her head tips back against the wall. Fauna screams her release and I ’ m granted the pleasure of tasting her as she cums.

I can ’ t help myself.

As I said; I ’ m a man obsessed.

I don ’ t realise how long it has been since Fauna came until I hear her throaty chuckle as she lightly pushes my head from between her legs.

One last lick because, well, the overwhelming need compels me to.

Reluctantly, I pull back, looking up to find her cheeks brightly flushed pink, and my heart skips a beat as I take in how completely gorgeous the girl sat on my shoulders is.

How completely ethereal she looks, freshly orgasmed.

The sparkle in her brown eyes is so measuring I could be lost for all of eternity in her gaze.

‘ So is this the appropriate time to start playing that I just had sex song as you walk out of there? ’ An all-too-familiar voice interrupts our moment, and Fauna ’ s satisfied sleepy look morphs into one of complete alertness.