“Do not come until my cock is in your ass,” I warned, knowing that even though I wanted to…with Hunter like this, I could not take my time. He wasn’t going to last and, honestly, neither was I.
I desperately needed lube, but the thought of peeling my face out of Hunter’s ass for anything short of the apocalypse was a future I didn’t think I could face. He looked too pretty with his hands bound over his head, though, so I reluctantly pulled myself away long enough to get the bottle from the nightstand. I made a mess of my cock and my fingers, an even bigger mess of him. I smeared lube up and down his crack alternating between teasing him with the tip of my aching cock and the press of my trembling fingers.
Hunter scrabbled his hands against the top of the pillow, the headboard, his cheeks so pink he looked like he had a fever. God, he was fucking perfect, and he was fucking mine.
It was a curious chain of events, I realized, that had brought me to this moment. From that fated and horrible night at Rapture where I’d thrown my best friend—accidentally—into harm’s way, only for him to be rescued by the older brother of the man who’d flipped my life on its head. Hunter was everything I ever wanted and nothing I thought I needed, andsliding one finger into the tight heat of his asshole, I also knew he was going to be the death of me.
Hunter whimpered and bucked off the bed, clamping down so hard around my finger I had no idea how I was going to get my dick into him. Gently, I petted my free hand over the top of his hip, soothing him like he was a terrified animal, cornered and waiting to be branded.
“You’re all right,” I whispered, softly digging my fingers into his thigh until he startled and stilled. I had one finger up his ass, all the way to the knuckle, and enough lube between us he was probably going to need a new mattress. “Do you want me to stop?”
“No,” he panted, shaking his head and screwing his eyes closed. “I want to be good for you.”
My heart cracked in a new and unexpected kind of way, and I managed to get a second finger into Hunter, pressed tight alongside the first.
“You are the best,” I promised him. “The best boy, the best Daddy, the best everything.”
He swallowed hard, eyes still tightly closed. With every breath, Hunter’s chest heaved. Staying still and calm was more than work for him, and I wished there was an easier way to get him ready for what he wanted that didn’t feel so much like torture.
“You’re so close, aren’t you?” I asked, my free hand again petting calming lines down the angles of his hip and side.
He managed a nod.
“Open your eyes,” I told him, and he did, the dark pools of his irises shining with barely restrained tears. “Is it too much?”
“No,” he whimpered. “I just want…”
He didn’t need to say anything more.
I wanted too.
I understood.
“I know I said I didn’t want you to come until I was inside of you, but I want you to come as soon as you need to.” I eased my fingers out before pushing them both back in. Deep. His entire body shook with a tremor that reached all the way down to his toes.
“I can do it for you, Sir.”
I bit down hard on the inside of my cheek, a violent taste of iron landing against my tongue.
“I can do it for you too,” I said, moving my fingers into a scissor shape, slow as I could manage without setting him off. It meant something to him to follow this instruction, to not come until I was inside of him, but I couldn’t hurt him in the process. I couldn’t rush it, just like…just like he hadn’t rushed me. Hunter had shown me nothing but patience and kindness, waiting for me to work out my own issues and come to my own conclusions about what I wanted and needed.
Now it was my eyes filled with tears, and I sucked in a sharp breath, finally pulling my fingers out of him and lining up my cock. In a perfect world, Hunter could have stood to take some more prep. Especially since he didn’t bottom often—if ever—but it was equally cruel to drag this out when he was so desperate for it.
I was desperate for him.
Maybe there would come a day when I could eat his ass for hours, tease his prostate and milk the cum right out of him until he didn’t have anything left to give me. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt him to be stripped as bare before me as I often found myself with him. Today, though, today I needed to feel the heat of him surround me and nothing else.
“Are you sure about this?” I asked, hesitating.
“I’m not made of glass,” he murmured, hands still above his head, the tail of the tie snaking through the dark waves of hishair. “But if you don’t put your cock inside of me, I might crack open like I am.”
“Okay,” I croaked, notching myself against Hunter’s tight opening. “Alright. Then…ask me nicely.”
Hunter’s legs gave a fierce shake, falling open wide on either side of the bed.
“Please fuck me, Si?—”
He choked on the word as my cock pushed into him. His body was so hot, so fucking tight. Even with all the lube, getting into Hunter’s body was a squeeze. I fought through it, giving him my whole length on one go, and then I cradled his shaft against my fingers.
