Life With Hunter Hayes (Imagines)

Spice It Up

Any nerves you may have once had about sex with Hunter dissipated after the first night you spent together. The only problem was neither of you could stop. Sure there were breaks to eat, and some talking, but for the most part, the two of you were tangled together in your bed sheets, either laughing and cuddling or moaning and screaming. Either way, it was bliss.

You and Hunter attempted to start a movie, curled up in your couch with his head in your lap. You played with his hair mindlessly, trying to get into the plot but your mind drifting to the feeling of his skin on yours, the most beautiful agony. Mostly, the movie was a cheesy romcom, but when a steamy sex scene appeared on screen, both of you shifted uncomfortably. He looked up at you, grinning mischievously. "That's just not fair. Are you bored? I'm bored."

You nodded, and he swiftly sat up, picked you up, and carried you to your bedroom for the millionth time. As he set you down on the edge of the bed, you started taking your shirt off, but he stopped you. "New rule for today," he mused, still smiling. "You can't do anything unless I tell you to or do it for you. You, my dear, are completely at my mercy. Sound good?"

You could already tell this would be torture, but you feighned confidence. "I think you'll crack first. You're too...giving. You want me to scream your name."

He raised an eyebrow, kneeling in front of you. "I like a challenge. But you'll be begging for me soon, and no amount of it can change my mind." He reached to unbutton your pants, pulling them and your underwear off swiftly. He spread your legs, looking up at you innocently as he began licking you up and down. With a gasp, you instinctively wrapped your hands in his hair, but he lifted them away. "I never said you could touch me."

You rolled your eyes, but obeyed, gripping the bed sheets instead as tongue ran over your wet folds, paying special attention to your clit. You couldn't help but moan out. Before Hunter, no one had taken the time to eat you out before and it had quickly become one of your favorite sensations. He hummed a bit, adding a new sensation and making your grip tighter. You could feel yourself getting close to the edge, every inch of your body screaming the need for release, and you were just about there...and he stopped.

You fell back against the bed in exasperation, hands desperately inching down for some relief, but he grabbed your hands with a grin. "Did you think I would let you touch yourself either? That wouldn't be fun, would it? I know you want me to touch you more."

He was right. You used to relish in the alone time you had, but now that you had felt his calloused fingers on your body, you never wanted any others to touch you. But you weren't going to admit that. He leaned over you, kissing you deeply before moving to take off your shirt and bra, leaving you naked and him fully clothed again. It hardly seemed fair when he looked like that.

He paused, looking at you up and down hungrily, weighing his options. "C'mere. Kneel down." You followed his instruction, looking back at him expectantly. If any other man had told you this, you would have been disgusted, but you were ready to let Hunter boss you around. He was normally so sweet and caring, and this side of him was just so hot. "I think you know what I want you to do. You can touch me."

You made quick work of his belt, tugging his jeans and boxers down in one fell swoop before taking him in your mouth. You were never this willing to give head to any man, but once again, Hunter was different. You wanted to make him feel amazing every chance you got. As you moved your tongue over him, his fingers wound in your hair and his head fell back in a moan. Seeing him in ecstasy only made you crave the same, and you couldn't help but reach down and try to alleviate the ache you felt between your legs.

You moaned onto him as you rubbed your clit desperately, and he looked down to catch you in the act. He briefly smiled triumphantly before breaking into a more serious expression, pulling you away from him. "Think you're clever, huh? Guess I'll have to tie you up." He picked his belt up from the floor and bound your wrists together tightly. He picked you up, moving to press you against the wall. His mouth hovered yours, and you leaned in, but he pulled away yet again. "Mm, didn't say you could kiss me either."

Eyeing you carefully, he opened your legs again, wrapping one around his own waist as he guided himself into you. You gasped, relishing in the feeling of him filling you up again, which took the top spot as your favorite feeling. He began thrusting up into you, pressing you harder into the wall with each movement. You had never fucked from this angle before, and it was just hitting the spot. The world around you seemed to blur; the only thing that mattered was him and that he kept doing what he was doing. He was quietly moaning with each thrust, but watching you carefully. Just as you were about to tip over the edge again, he stopped, pulling out of you and breathing hard. You let out a slight whine unintentionally, and he grinned, guiding you back over to the bed with a kiss.

He laid down on the bed, instructing you to climb on top. With your hands still bound, you struggled but managed to do so, straddling him. You were desperate to rub against, anything for that friction, but you managed to resist. "Fuck me," he ordered, guiding himself into once more. You moaned as he filled you up again, soon moving your hips at a steady rhythm. He leaned in close to your ear and whispered. "Tell me how bad you wanted me the first night we met."

You gasped as he rubbed his fingers over your clit again, almost overwhelming you with all the powerful sensations. "I wanted you from the moment I laid eyes on you. You're so sexy and—fuck," you moaned. "I wanted to hear you moan. I wanted to hear you want me too. But I didn't know you would feel so good inside me. Fuck."

He grinned, but noticed you close to release once more and help your firmly in place. He didn't dare move, both for fear of you reaching that tipping point and not being able to forego the feeling of you wrapped around him any longer. He was starting to lose control, but he didn't want you to see that. He reached behind you and removed your restraints, allowing you to wrap your hands gently around his neck. After a moment, he rolled you onto your back, still inside you. He began thrusting again, agonizing slowly at first but hard. "How bad do you want to cum?"

"I need it Hunter, please. I don't think I can hold back much longer," you begged, desperation in your voice.

"Someone else could make you cum. You could make yourself cum. Tell me why you want me." His pace quickened, sweat beginning to drip off his forehead as he got closer to release.

"I don't want anyone else, and I don't want myself. You are the only one I want. No one else can make me feel the way you do. No one else fits so perfectly inside me. Fuck."

He paused, kissing you hungrily on the mouth, savoring the taste of you as he continued thrusting. He pulled away to look into your eyes, brushing hair out of your face delicately. "Cum for me," he whispered. He thrusted hard and fast into you, quickly bringing you to sweet, sweet release, an orgasm so powerful you convulsed for several seconds under him. The feeling of you convulsing around him sent him over the edge too, and he came with a loud moan, almost collapsing into you yet again.

After the two of you caught your breath, you couldn't help but look at each other and laugh, kissing sweetly. "I think I'm in love with you," you whispered, grinning back at him.

He leaned down to kiss you again, the smile never leaving his face. "I think I'm in love with you too."