“Come ride me then.”
“Fuck.” I scrambled off the floor and onto his lap. I replaced my fingers with his spit-soaked cock, sinking down around him with a breathy little whimper.
Hunter bracketed his hands around my hips, not guiding like he’d done before, only holding me steady so I could set my own pace this time. Rocking my body, I fucked Hunter until hecouldn’t hold my hips any longer. His hands freely roamed up my back and down my ribs, the reverent way he touched me enough to send me flying right toward my own release.
“Can I come?” I whispered, head thrown back. “Will you let me come?”
“I won’t let you,” he answered, curling his hand around my pulsing shaft. “I’ll make you.”
It was one stroke after that, and I came with a shout, spurting my load all over Hunter’s strong fingers. I cried out, the only thing holding me up, his other hand splayed against the middle of my back. Hunter remained tense and focused, milking me dry, and only after I cried out from the overstimulation did he move. He grabbed me by the hips again, fucked up into me once, twice, a third time, then he went still. Heat poured into me, the girth of his cock pressing urgently against me as he came up my ass. He cursed under his breath and lifted us both off the bed, dropping me into my back and fucking into me once more for good measure. I trembled beneath him, hands against his chest and shoulders while he rode out the end of his release.
It was probably the most vanilla sex we’d ever had, but there was an unexpected intimacy between us that I hadn’t anticipated. My own feelings only heightened when he eased out of me with a wince, then reached for the plug and made quick work of pushing it into me.
“God, Lincoln.”
Hunter kissed the side of my throat, then my clavicle, and he worked himself down lower to each nipple, my navel, and further still until he was behind my balls leaving wet and open-mouth kisses against the place the plug breached me. “How am I going to make it through this party knowing my cum is sloshing around inside of you all night?”
“How areyougoing to make it?” I laughed weakly and covered my eyes with my forearm. “How amIgoing to make it?”
“You’ll make it because I told you to,” he whispered, smiling against the inside of my thigh.
I reached down and carded my fingers through his hair, messy and slightly damp at the roots.
“And you’ll make it because I told you to, right?”
Hunter looked up at me without moving his face, just a slow shift of his attention from beneath the dark fan of his lashes, and he nodded, nose brushing against my still very sensitive balls.
“Anything for you, Sir,” he whispered.
I managed another weak laugh before closing my eyes and sinking into the bed.
Hunter gave me five minutes of rest before dislodging himself from between my legs and urging me onto my feet. I grumbled every protest imaginable, only relenting once he walked us into the shower together and spent well over an hour lavishing more attention on me. By the time we were dry and dressed for his party, I was a live wire ready to spark into an inferno, and he didn’t seem to be faring much better. Making a sex game out of his work party was probably not the best idea, but there was no going back from it now.
I didn’t have fancy or expensive clothes like Hunter, but I settled on a pair of black slacks and a navy button-down shirt. He asked if I wanted a tie, and I asked if I needed one. In response, he looped one of his silk ties around my neck and knotted it at the base of my throat, and it felt like a collar to me, but if it felt the same to him, he didn’t say.
“How does it look?” I asked.
Instead of answering, his mouth twitched into a smile that he hid with a kiss. And then we were off.
It was my first time to Hunter’s office. My first time around all of his brothers at once, my first time feeling ashamed of myself for simply being who I was and not somebody different. The other partners at the firm were older and far more staunch than Hunter could ever be, but it was clear he’d spent years establishing respect and camaraderie. He wouldn’t have made partner otherwise.
But to say I was feeling out of place would have been an understatement.
Patron saint of being in over my fucking head.
Hunter held tight to my hand, keeping me close to him as we made a quick round of everyone who’d already gathered. There was a makeshift bar set up against one of the windows that had my name on it, and I knocked my elbow into Hunter’s arm to get his attention.
“Do you want a drink?” I asked.
“I would love one.”
We’d been speaking with Smith and Finn while waiting for Andrew to arrive. Marshall and Silas were chatting with a man I’d never seen before, and for the most part, everyone seemed to be having a good time. If anyone was stressed, they were hiding it better than I was, but I hoped it wasn’t anything a good drink wouldn’t fix.
“Vodka soda?”
Hunter smiled, kissing my forehead. “You know me so well.”
“Andrew is here,” Finn said, and it felt like the perfect time to slip away to get us drinks. I gave Hunter’s hand a squeeze and headed for the other end of the party.
