Hunter And Prey Ch 02 Fun At Work

Hunter and Prey Ch. 2:

Fun at work

Thanks all for the encouragement on my first story here! This is the next part of the series; hope you all enjoy.

If you haven't read the first chapter yet you might be a bit confused with how this scene opens. In essence, enjoy the world from the perspective of a very naïve young virgin woman (nicknamed Fluffy), as she gets pulled deeper into a world of sexual exploration with her best friend's husband, Ryan (nicknamed Bear).

If you like being teased and getting to know your characters more, I think you'll get a lot out of reading the full series as it comes out. If you have any feedback on this, or there's anything you desperately wishes happens to her later in the series, please do say and I'll try my best to incorporate your ideas in.

*****

"Ring, ring. Ring, ring. Ring, ring."

Is that my phone ringing? I look up groggily, confused. I mumble something incoherent as a greeting.

"Hey Fluffy, this is your 15-minute warning call to say I'll be leaving soon for work if you still want that lift."

Oh shit, it's Monday morning and I've slept through my alarms! "I'm almost ready," I stammer out.

"OK, see you in a few minutes," Ryan says in an amused voice, clearly seeing through my lie.

I jump out of bed and there's a loud bang as something hits the floor. I look down; it's 'Bear' the vibrator. I blush as it all comes rushing back to me. The throbbing vibrations; the feel of it stretching me; the multiple orgasms as I imagined my best friend's husband fucking me. My pussy tightens just thinking about it even as a wave of guilt washes over me.

I glance down at my body and realise I have some cum dried between my breasts from where I fell asleep hugging the vibrator. Shit! I don't have time for a shower. I scramble to find panties, bra, and some respectable clothes for work. A quick dive through my basic routine and then I catapult out my front door just as Ryan leaves his.

With a big smile, he takes in my dishevelled appearance and says nothing except for, "Morning," in that rich deep voice.

"Sorry to keep you waiting," I murmur self-consciously. "Thanks again for offering me a lift while my bus route is disrupted. I really appreciate it." I hate asking for favours from people, you never know what they expect back in return. His blue eyes sparkle as they savour my discomfort.

Before we can leave his wife, Jess, runs after him to give him a wet kiss. Smiling at me she adds, "Have a great day at work Fluffy. Your chauffeur awaits," she teases Ryan, slapping his ass playfully. He rolls his eyes in mock protest as he walks towards me. "Take care of him for me, will you?" she adds with a laugh, heading back into the house.

As he walks past me, he murmurs quietly in reply, "Oh she will," as he smiles knowingly at me. I suck in a surprised breath as I glance back quickly to see if Jess heard, but she's already inside the house. I'm too flustered to get my thoughts together to reply, and his secretive smile just gets bigger. I'm trembling as I follow him to the car. Oh god, what have I gotten myself into?

Thankfully, neither of us are great talkers in the morning. Once we're in the car, he completely ignores me to focus on the road, and I start to settle down. As the adrenaline fades, my body uses the opportunity to lay out a list of complaints. My pussy feels tender and stretched from the abuse it took last night. It also strangely feels empty as if it now needs something to fill it to be satisfied. I try to self-consciously close my legs tighter to wipe the feeling away, but the movement only reminds me that my leg muscles ache from tensing after all those mind-blowing orgasms. Every move brushes my almost bruised nipples against my bra, making me wish I could forgo a bra altogether. I still feel like a bundle of frayed nerves and sensations.

I've never been so out of control like that before. I shiver as I realise if Ryan had really been leading that experience, I think I would have done anything he demanded. That both terrifies me and electrifies me at the same time.

I shiver again and can't stop a quiet whimper as my body protests. Trying to not be obvious, I tug at my shirt to see if I can get slightly more comfortable. I stifle another groan as the movement just sets everything on fire again. With a ragged breath, I look out the window and take in the view to distract myself.

Ryan has always been into speed: cars, motorbikes, racing games. As his sports car flies through the winding country roads to work, I can see how much he loves the control of driving. I can't help but think there's something strangely arousing about the way his firm hands grip the wheel, gear shifting for just the right amount of power and speed.

As I look out on the beautiful countryside, I reflect that my usual bus ride really doesn't do this trip justice. I take a deep breath and sink back into the seat. I suddenly understand the exhilaration of careening down a road at speed, at the mercy of someone else' skill, riding that edge of control knowing at any moment one wrong move could end it all.

As we hit a bump in the road, I watch Ryan's hands unconsciously tense their grip on the steering wheel. The sight sends an involuntary shiver of desire through me, and the jolt reminds me of everything I did to my body last night thinking about him. It hits me suddenly that I'm all alone with Ryan for the first time since the pool incident. My adrenaline spikes, my heart is hammering into my chest.

Like a shark sensing blood in the water, he says innocently, "So, did you enjoy your weekend?"

My head whips round to look at him. He never takes his eyes off the road, but there's a lazy smile on his face.

"Yes. It was... incredible," I whisper hoarsely, my face aflame.

He smiles widely. "I really enjoyed you too," he teases back.

My pussy is so wet as I shift uncomfortably in embarrassment remembering his hands on me yesterday, holding me in place while he teased my nipples and helped himself to my soaking pussy.

"You seem to be shifting around a lot there. I heard quite a bit of moaning last night, did you overdo your play session with your new toy?"

A wave of heat sweeps me from my head to my pussy as my blush deepens, and my mouth goes dry at the embarrassment of realising he could hear me. Oh god, how loud was I?

We come to a stop in the traffic and he finally glances over. "I love it when you blush like that. It makes me want to take my sweet time enjoying every inch of your body."

I'm on fire, and all I can do is stare at him helplessly. My lips are so dry I self-consciously lick them.

He growls, his grip tightens on the steering wheel and his eyes get that predatory look again as he says, "And then you look at me like that, and I can barely stop myself from pulling over and forcing those beautiful lips over my cock and fucking your mouth, forcing you to swallow ever drop for the first time."

By now my pussy is soaking wet, and it's all I can do to stop from wriggling in my seat. The traffic starts moving again, and his focus is back on the road.

The sexual tension is like a physical thing in the car. I can almost reach my fingers out and caress it. Time seems to freeze; anything can happen in this moment. A few more turns, and we pull into the car park at work.

Neither of us move, I can barely breath, as we just sit there in silence. Ryan's phone rings abruptly and I jump. He answers it gruffly, "Yes. Just arrived. Be there is a moment."

He hangs up, takes a deep breath, and smiles at me. And just like that the tension pops and time seems to flow normally again.

"Let's get to work, shall we?"

I stifle a sigh - whether in disappointment or relief, I can't tell - and I smile back, opening the car door. Before I close the door, I give a quick self-conscious glance at the car seat to make sure there aren't any wet patches. And the Monday workday starts.

*****

Like all Mondays, I'm rushed off my feet setting up training for our staff for the week. I'm pretty shy with most people, so I find excuses to be busy and don't get drawn into conversations. Occasionally, I see Ryan as he ducks between buildings to attend meetings or chase for information. If he sees me, he distractedly smiles or waves, but mostly our work doesn't bring us into much contact.

The routine of work pulls me in, and I'm lulled into forgetting about all the complexity of my life at the moment. Before I know it, I look up and Ryan is standing by my desk telling me it's time to go home. I rush to make sure I don't keep him waiting too long, and we head off.

He looks pensive, and rather than head to the car he swerves to take the shortcut into town, saying, "I need to pick up some stuff from the shops."

Seeing as he's giving me a lift it's not like I can complain, so I follow meekly. I'm so preoccupied with planning for work tomorrow that I don't realise I don't know where we are. When I look up, I see we're in a deserted alley and Ryan's stopped walking.

With a piercing look he says, "Work distracted me today, but don't think that lets you off the hook. You have yet to tell me how your play session went last night, and I expected a report this morning."

As he says this, he starts walking purposefully toward me. The look in his eyes is so intense I step back. Everything is screaming I should run - my natural instinct for any intimate situation - but he clearly knows me better than I do myself because on my next step backwards I hit a wall. He steps forward, putting a hand on either side of my head against the wall, effectively pinning me in place. His physical presence overwhelms me as it wraps over my diminutive figure. My eyes dart around looking for ways to escape and give myself space to think.

"There's nowhere to run to. You're mine to do with as I like." He leans in to whisper in my ear, "You'll have to beg me to stop."

One of his hands lazily start to unbutton the top part of my shirt. My breath is coming in short, sharp bursts. I try take a calming long breath, but that only helps to pull my shirt tighter against my breasts. He smiles appreciatively as he pops another button. By now he can see my bra, and his fingers start lightly running down from my neck to my cleavage.

"What are you...? I... I... please... people will see us." I'm babbling, my brain can't form one coherent thought as the overwhelming reality of him and his touch washes over me.

He pauses, leans in until his hair is brushing my chest and suddenly licks between my breasts. "Is this dry cum on your tits?" He asks incredulously.

Oh my god, I'd forgotten about that! I'm burning up with embarrassment. I can't look at him, but resolutely he puts a finger under my chin and forces my eyes up. I try move but that piecing stare pins me down again. He's looming over me.

"Explain." His voice expects complete obedience. I feel like a hypnotised animal, unable to run from the danger. I am helpless to resist him.

Haltingly, I start to describe my evening of self-exploration. As I do, his finger traces lazy circles on my skin, giving me goose bumps, and I can't help but shiver. He teases my bra down, exposing my nipples to the air. My voice catches and I stop talking.

"Did I tell you to stop? Your report isn't done yet." He says in a hard tone before bending down and pulling one of my nipples into his mouth.

With a hitch in my voice, I slowly continue, all thoughts of hiding the details evaporate as his mouth does incredible things. I find myself describing every sensational moment in minute detail as I relive it in my mind. Talking about it makes me want to touch myself so badly. As my hands move mindlessly toward my pussy, his free hand captures them both. I feel tiny and helpless as his grip acts like a restraint.

"Oh no. You don't get to cum until you beg me for it. I told you this already."

His mouth continues its assault on my nipples, as I try remembering where I was in my recounting of last night. I just can't focus anymore, and I realise I'm just mumbling incoherent words. I need to touch my pussy, I have to cum. He keeps bringing me to the edge and pulling back as I get closer. I start pulling against his grip but there's no give, my hands are trapped.

"Please, please, please," I whisper through gritted teeth.

I feel Ryan smile against my breast as his teeth graze my nipple and he bites down gently. The sensation is overwhelming. My eyes roll back in my head, and my knees give out as I orgasm.

He let's go of my hands to catch me by the waist before I hit the ground. My arms come up around his neck as the aftershock leaves me trembling in his arms. The smell of his skin is like a narcotic, it's so intoxicating.

When I start to come back to my senses, I notice he's slowly stroking my hair as I come back to myself. I feel his erection pressing against me, and his hand is guiding me to rub up and down his length. Fuck he feels huge, I think fuzzily.

He whispers in my ear, "You're so fucking sexy Fluffy. I can't wait to play more with you."

Gently he disentangles us, and I feel a cool breeze on my breasts. I look down to see I'm hanging out for all the world to see, and then I remember we're in town and anyone could walk around that corner now. With trembling hands, I rush to cover myself up. All the while he's just standing there, smiling in a proprietary way, taking in my every movement. I feel like the mouse a cat has decided to play with before going in for the kill.

As I'm redressing, I can't help but glance at the bulge in his trousers. I don't know why but I have this indescribable need to pleasure him, and I fantasize about sucking his cock. I realise I'm sucking my lower lip thinking about it.

His laughter shatters the silence in the alley, "God, you're greedy!" He steps close again, "Don't worry your sweet lips will get to suck me soon enough. But you've got to earn that privilege." I shiver at the promise in his words.

He grabs my hand and gently tugs me toward the end of the alley. As we round the corner, I realise we're just down the street from the supermarket. He smiles back at me again, and reluctantly let's go of my hand.

"I really did have things to get," he says apologetically. "Why don't you have a seat on the park bench over there and I'll see you in a few minutes?"

I nod wordlessly and make my way towards the bench, suddenly realising how wobbly my legs feel. What's happening to me? I've never been like this with anyone. I feel like he's flipped a switch in my brain, and suddenly everything makes me horny. It's terrifying that he has that much control over my body and my brain seems to have no say.

My thoughts spin back to what happened. Why do I let him do these things to me? For fuck sake I was half naked and climaxing in an alleyway not 5mins ago! I've let him finger me with his wife nearby. Who am I? Can I possibly be the same person that freaked out when her first boyfriend asked for a kiss and I was so embarrassed I said, 'I don't know'. Or the same girl who met a cute guy at the gym and when he came to visit, I pretended not to be home because I didn't know what to say or what he expected? What is it about Ryan that makes me lose control like this?

A thousand thoughts are flying through my mind as I see Ryan leave the shops. Everything about him oozes this lazy confidence. He doesn't need to try, there's just something about him that screams authority, and everyone around just implicitly trusts him.

He smiles at a beautiful woman as he helps her pull out a shopping trolley that had gotten stuck. She beams up at him and he walks on calmly while she stares after him hungrily. I can sympathise, he's fucking gorgeous to look at. As I look at his face its clear he barely noticed her. He really confuses the shit out of me. God knows my timid virgin ass isn't exactly prime beef. If that woman and I were at a bar men would walk into me, that's how invisible I would be. What the fuck does he want from me? He can get any woman he wants.

He's still smiling as he approaches me. "Ready?" he says.

I look up at him helplessly. I know he means am I ready to head to the car, but in that moment, it feels like it has a million more layers to it. Am I ready for what's happening between us? How can he both scare and excite the fuck out of me? Am I ready for the consequences when it comes out? Oh god what am I going to say to Jess?

Sensing my emotional conflict, he sits down beside me. Wordlessly, he takes my hand and gently tugs me to look at him.

God why am I getting so emotional? "Why?" I whisper, and I mean so many things. Why me? Why now?

He looks at me seriously, but with a softness in his eyes I've never seen before as he replies, "Because I can; because you let me; and because I always get what I want."

He stands up, gently pulling me up to join him. Without another word, he walks purposely back to the car, pulling me in his wake. We take the long route back and I've found the walk has helped clear my head. By the time we reach the car, I feel like myself again.

"Better?" he says smiling, unlocking the car.

I smile back, "Yeah.... Thanks."

We don't say a thing the whole drive home. And as we head to our respective front doors, he gives me a warm caressing hug before saying goodbye. I spend the night tossing and turning, my brain won't turn-off processing all these new experiences.

*****

The rest of the week is a rollercoaster of conflicting experiences. Like an expert trainer dealing with a wild, skittish horse, Ryan knows when to leave me alone, or tease me and remind me he's still stalking his prey.

When he picks me up the next day, I'm a wreck. I haven't slept well and I'm so jumpy that when Jess says hi, I squeak and raise my hands defensively thinking she's going to hit me. They both blink at me, and I mumble about bad dreams having me on edge. For the rest of the day Ryan is nothing but a gentleman, taking me out for lunch and we talk about a range of things from movies to games. I realise he can be quite silly at times to make me laugh. On the drive home he plays the opening theme to Star Trek: Next Generation and has me lift my feet off the floor as we slowly speed up in time with the song. I'm crying with laughter by the end of the trip.

The following day I've started to relax again around him, so I easily fall into his traps. In the kitchen Ryan innocently asks me to reach for a mug on a higher shelf. When I'm stretched and off balance, he steps behind me and gets a good grope of my breasts. As a colleague steps into the kitchen, he seamlessly turns the situation into him coming to my rescue and fetching the mug I was clearly struggling for. I'm blushing furiously as they easily buy his lie.

Later that same day, I'm at the photocopier and as usual fixing a jam someone couldn't be bothered to report. As I crawl around the back and pull out the offending crinkled sheet of paper, I look up to see a crotch right in my face. His blue eyes twinkly mischievously as he steps closer, trapping me against the wall and the copier. His hand rests lightly on the top of my head as he pulls my face into his bulge. Involuntarily, I breath in the smell of him, and I'm just about to pull away in protest when I realise, he's hiding me from view from a colleague on the other side of the copier. They have a good long conversation while he continues to hold my face against him. I get so lost in the thought of him unzipping his trousers and shoving his hard cock in my mouth, that he's forced to get my attention.

Dryly he says, "I do have work to get to. I can't stay here forever, unless of course you want to do other things?" His arched eyebrow mocks me as I splutter in outrage, and I just sit there and watch him swagger away. I spend 10mins hiding behind the copier before I get the courage to come out of hiding. He buys me lunch the next day to make up for it all. I have a great time chatting with him and somehow allow him to convince me to wear a skirt to work on Friday.