“Come now,” I demanded, and his cock spasmed in my hand, a thick rope of cum shooting across his stomach, followed by another and another, until it was nothing more than dribbles and pulses left. He held his legs open by sheer willpower alone, and it was my hands pressing him down into the bed while we both rode out the taut convulsions of his release.
His cock stayed hard in my palm, hot and heavy, and I gave him two more thrusts before the pleasure on Hunter’s face pushed me over the edge right after him. My hips jerked, and I buried myself to the hilt, my entire body quaking from the force of my orgasm. I bent forward over his body and shook through it, sputtering and gasping, seeing stars.
“Perfect,” Hunter moaned, raising his hands between us. I couldn’t even see straight, but I understood the ask. It took forever to get the knot undone, but as soon as it was loose, Hunter had my cock out of his ass and my body pressed into the bed. He aligned himself behind me, sweaty chest against sweaty back, and he lifted my leg into the air with one hand and pulled the plug out of my ass with the other.
I shouted in shock and in arousal, and Hunter quickly replaced the silicone toy with the thick heat of his shaft. Sinkinginto me as thoroughly as I’d entered him, he went still with our bodies joined. He wrapped his arms around me and held me, both of us gasping for air. Something had…changed between us. Changed for the better, but all I could taste was the blood from when I bit myself earlier and the salt of tears I didn’t realize I’d even been shedding. Pressing my head against his shoulder, I angled my face up for a kiss, which he gave me.
A gentle drag of his mouth against mine, a violent shudder as his cock pulsed inside of my ass, thickening to an impossible width that had me arching and crying out in Hunter’s arms.
“I’m here,” he whispered against the corner of my mouth. “I’ve got you.”
One of his hands slid down my chest, and he stroked my cock until my body wasn’t anything more than nerves and synapses, sparking and bursting beneath my skin. It was slow after that, slow and easy and too much and not enough all at the same time. After what felt like hours, Hunter rolled me onto my back and buried his face against the crook of my neck. He shuddered through another orgasm, pulling me along after him until his fingers and my thighs were sticky with cum.
“I’m your Daddy,” he murmured into my sweaty and matted hair.
“Sir.”
“Your good boy.”
“Best boy,” I croaked.
Hunter drew shapes in the swirls of cum I’d spilled onto my stomach, and he peppered kisses against my neck and my jaw.
“I want you to move in with me,” he said.
And there was only one answer for me to give him. A tired nod not of concession but want.
“I’ll move in, Daddy,” I whispered. “I love you.”
Hunter eased himself out of me, rolling us into as comfortable of a snuggle as our sweaty bodies would allow. Hemade no move for the shower, instead using his body to pin me against him, leaving a kiss against the top of my head.
“You’ve changed my life, Lincoln. And I love you too.”
CHAPTER 34
HUNTER
Saturday morning came too soon, a wash of bright light through the window that cast a golden glow across the foot of the bed. Lincoln was asleep beside me on his stomach, both arms folded and hands pillowed beneath his face. The smooth planes of his back stretched down to the sheet tucked around his waist, and I tugged it lower over the globes of his ass with a low groan.
Being as quiet as I could, I searched around the bed for the lube. It was down past my feet, and I snicked the cap open and poured enough on my cock that pushing into him without prep wouldn’t hurt more than he liked. Breathing heavily, I stroked myself until I was already close to coming, then I straddled Lincoln and dragged my cock through his crack. He was covered in flaking lube and dry cum. My tip dragged over his hole, and he moaned, bowing his back and pushing against me. I took it for the invitation it was, mounting Lincoln and sliding into him.
He was awake before I bottomed out, grinding down into the sheets to better take my weight on top of him. He groaned sleepily, and I braced my forearm against the top of his back and began to move. It was against my nature to not worry about Lincoln’s pleasure in these interludes, but all I had to do wasremind myself hewantedto be taken this way, and then it was easy to make way for my own arousal.
“Daddy,” he whimpered, the word almost drowned out by the slap of our skin.
“Sssh, sweetheart.” I dropped a kiss against the shell of his ear seconds before my hips stuttered and the first jet of cum spurted out of my cock. Letting all of my weight fall onto Lincoln, I rutted into him until my balls were empty before rolling off of him and flinging an arm over my eyes.
Lincoln made the happiest noises, wiggling his ass before turning his head so he could face me. His cheeks were flushed, his eyes closed, and his smile soft.
“That’s my kind of good morning,” he murmured. “Maybe next time get a toy in there too.”
He was out of his mind if he thought I’d for one second forgotten his little double penetration fantasy. It was the opposite, in fact, permanently etched into my brain.
“I want you conscious and desperate for that,” I said, reluctantly crawling out of bed and stretching my arms over my head.
“Is it time to get up?” he asked with a yawn.
“Not for you.”
