“Wait, Adam,” Hunter says. I immediately freeze, and he scrambles off my lap. I feel his missing heat like a void, cracking open my chest and cutting out my heart. His chest is rising and falling in a staccato rhythm, his nerves present in the clenching of his fists in front of him. He bites his lip, abusing the poor skin and making his dimple appear. “I’ve never…”
“I know, baby, and that’s okay.” I should tell him it’s my first time. My first time to feel thisneedinside of me. Thewantto be this close to another person.
“Can we… maybe…” He looks around, his eyes not focusing on me now.
“Can we what? We can do whatever you want to do,” I reassure him. I don’t know if this is coming from nerves about his first time or from the worry about Danielle. “Just feel me, Hunter, don’t worry about anything else. It’s only me and you.”
He exhales a deep breath, closing his eyes and tipping his head back.
“What do you want?” I ask him, knowing that he doesn’t have enough confidence right now to tell me what he wants from this, from me, from us. “We can keep making out on the couch, that wouldn’t be a hardship for me.” I soften my words with a gentle chuckle, and when his body breaks out in goosebumps, I realize I’m probably still sitting way too close to him if I can see the shivers raking across his skin when he said to wait.
I sit further back, putting more distance between us, and he reaches out, grabbing the back of my head in his palm and tugging on the hairs at the base of my neck.
“Can we go slow? And if I don’t like something…”
“I’ll stop, whenever you say. If you don’t like it, don’t want to continue, it will befinewith me. I only want to do what you want to do.”
He exhales in relief, and now I know his problem.
“I don’t want to disappoint you, you know if?—”
I cut off his words with a slight nip to his bare stomach. “Nothing, and I meannothing,you do will ever disappoint me.”
His smile is sweet and holds more confidence now as he lifts his hips off the couch to help me get his fly unbuttoned and pushes them down enough for me to reach into his boxers. I feel his hard dick in my hand, his swollen length is hot, and the tip is wet.
“Oh fuck, baby. You’re so wet for me,” I whisper against his lips. He scrambles onto my lap, resuming our prior position, and his ass resting on my thighs is a comforting weight.
I wrap my hand around him. The heavy weight of his cock is different, but it’s hot. He’s shorter than I am, with a slight curve to the left, and he’s thick.
We don’t have lube, so I’m not sure how good my rough palm feels, but I’m dedicated to making this good for him.
“Tell me what you like. Tell me how you want me to stroke your cock.” He’s panting, biting his lip, and his eyes are staring down where my hand is in his boxers. The risk of getting caught is high, but that makes my adrenaline fly higher.
He moans, loudly, and I cover his mouth with mine, swallowing down the sound and keeping it for myself. Nobody else gets to hear him like this.
His dick throbs hot and heavy in my grasp, and his release coats my hand and the inside of his boxers in thick pulses. I keep my grip tight, milking out every drop I can.
Hunter’s eyes are hazy and half closed when I finally pull my hand out of his boxers, my palm covered in him. I keep our eyes locked while I lick my hand clean, taking in the bitter taste and savoring it.
“That was so good, Collins. You did so good for me.” I pepper his face with kisses, and he leans his head against my shoulder, gulping down deep breaths. I smooth his hair off his forehead and hold him to me, enjoying the afterglow of his release, with my hard dick still tucked uncomfortably in my pants. But I don’t care. I’ll be uncomfortable every day if that’s what it takes to make him happy.
He leans back, his lower body still tightly pressed against mine. His brown eyes burn into me while he opens his mouth. “Tonight was a one-time thing, there will be no more. I’m not risking my friendship with Danielle for you.” Ouch, I’ll just have to prove to him that I’m good enough so that he keeps coming back to me.
“Deal.” I lie through my teeth; he’s never going to get away from me. There will be nowhere in this world that Hunter Collins can go that I won’t find him.
Wakingup with Hunter wrapped around me and his head tucked into the space between my neck and shoulder is what dreams are made of. His little puffs of breath hit my neck, cooling the overheated skin. It’s hot under the blankets with both of our body heat in the enclosed space, but I’ll be damned if I accidentally wake him up.
I take my time soaking him in while he snoozes away. The dark hair on his head has a tint of red to it from this angle, the thick strands falling artfully across his forehead. The smooth skin of his rosy cheeks is flushed and slightly pushed out from how his face is pressed against my shoulder.
His lips are parted, just barely enough to allow a trickle of breath to flow in and out, the pink pout marred by the small scar that I’m obsessed with. What happened? Curiosity is burning in my gut to ask him, but in time, I’ll know everything about him.
Hunter smacks his lips together and I close my eyes quickly, trying to steady my breath so he thinks I’m still asleep. I don’t care if he wakes up and sees me staring at him with admiration, but it might be a little soon for him. Especially after last night, and I’m not going to push my luck. Not after he let me break him apart and put him back together. My dick throbs in my pants, wanting in on the action, but I will it to go down.
“Adam?” his voice croaks, deep and gravelly with sleep. I keep my eyes closed, trying not to squeeze them tight when he starts to trace his fingers over the exposed skin of my arm. Goosebumps break out, and I hold back my shiver.
I expect him to turn over, to move away. To follow the stupidone-time thingrule he made last night. He’s pushing me away because he’s worried about Danielle. And I understand it, to a point. They’re friends. But what he and I have doesn’t concern Danielle. I just wish I could makehimunderstand that.
He doesn’t turn away. I hear a deep exhale, and he scoots closer to me, resting his head on my heart. The loud thudding under his ear can’t be comfortable, but I lay quietly while I listen to his breathing even out as he falls asleep.
