The sensation of being claimed and taken was almost overwhelming. It had been so long, and Hunter hadn’t realized how empty and disconnected he’d been until Payne filled him, all the cold, empty spaces overflowing with the heat of Payne’s presence. It was more than sex, more than having a lover again. Payne wasthere, giving Hunter everything he needed, not holding back anything. Hunter knew he was lost, knew that no one else would ever be able to give him what Payne did, and he’d never feel for anyone else the depth of love he felt for Payne.
Hunter grasped Payne’s shoulders, holding on to Payne like the lifeline he’d become, Hunter’s anchor, his safe place. “My Payne,” he said, moving his hips, catching Payne’s rhythm. “All mine.”
Payne kissed Hunter’s cheeks and chin before claiming his lips. “Yes, I’m yours, and I’m here. I’ve got you.”
Hunter returned the kiss, parting his lips and moaning, wanting to drown himself in Payne’s taste and touch. When they’d been in the playroom, Hunter had focused on where the ice had been, but now he wanted to feel every inch of his body where Payne touched him. Payne splayed one hand on Hunter’s chest over his heart, and then he slid it down slowly until he could curl his fingers around Hunter’s cock. He kept his thrusts slow and shallow as he stroked Hunter’s cock with a quicker rhythm.
Groaning, Hunter threw his head back on the pillow, the coil of desire within him growing tighter and tighter. The feeling of Payne in him, of Payne’s hand on him, pushed him closer and closer to the shining edge. For a moment he hovered there, and then he cried out Payne’s name as he hurtled over it, shattering as he was overcome by pure, heated ecstasy.
“Yes, that’s it…” Payne watched Hunter’s face avidly as he stroked Hunter through his release.
It seemed to go on forever, but finally Hunter came down from the heights, his body wrung out and sated. He smiled at Payne, then reached up to caress his cheek. “Wow.”
Smiling tenderly, Payne leaned into the touch. “Definitely wow. You’re gorgeous.”
“So are you,” Hunter said. He moved his hips. “Now it’s your turn. I want to see you lose yourself in me.”
“Gladly,” Payne said as he braced himself over Hunter again. He bent to nip at Hunter’s bottom lip and began to thrust anew, harder this time.
Hunter let his knees fall open, and he ran his fingers down Payne’s back, using his nails to increase the sensation. “Yes! Like that!” he gasped. Even though his body was sated, it still felt good to have Payne claiming him. “Be as rough as you want. I can take it.”
Payne gasped and arched against the scrape of Hunter’s nails, and the rhythm of his hips grew erratic as his need built. His demeanor of calm control faded as he let go and surrendered to the pleasure offered by Hunter’s welcoming body.
“Mine, mine…” he chanted like a litany as he claimed Hunter with rough, pounding thrusts, and then with a cry, he buried himself deep and shattered.
“Yours,” Hunter murmured. He caressed Payne’s damp back, pressing open-mouthed kisses to Payne’s neck, enjoying the feeling of Payne’s heart pounding, and the sight of Payne lost in ecstasy.
Panting, Payne slumped on Hunter’s chest and pressed his nose beneath Hunter’s ear. “Mm… Yes.”
Hunter chuckled, wrapping his arms around Payne and holding him close. “Did I finally discover the way to shut you up?”
“One of them,” Payne said with a little snort. He tangled his legs with Hunter’s and caressed Hunter’s side gently.
“At least now I have one weapon at my disposal.” Hunter sighed, closing his eyes and enjoying having Payne close. He felt more at peace than he could remember being in a very long time, the hurt and guilt he’d been carrying around temporarily, at least, banished in the warmth of Payne’s embrace.
“But you already fired it,” Payne said, a mischievous note in his voice. “How long before you can reload?”
Hunter groaned and smacked Payne’s ass. “You’re the one who looks like a teenager. I’ll probably need at least half an hour.”
“Then I guess we’ve got thirty minutes to kill.” Payne nuzzled Hunter’s throat with his lips and nose. “Would you like a nap? Cuddling? Shared shower?”
“Mm… hot shower, once I can move,” Hunter said. “And maybe, if you’re nice to me, I’ll show you a few tricks I’ve learned over the years about getting someone off in a shower stall.”
There were a lot of things they could teach each other, Hunter thought. But the most important thing Payne had taught him was that even though he was damaged and probably always would be, he still had enough of a heart to be able to love.
