One finger out, another, a third, and then the biggest, sharpest stretch I’d ever felt in my life as Hunter pushed his cock in on top of the dildo. I should have picked a smaller one, should have had more manageable aspirations because with two cocks inside of me, there was no way Hunter wasn’t about to fuck to me to death.
A sob tore out of me, and Hunter went still. He was half-folded over me, one hand between our bodies and the other smoothing hair away from my sweaty and tear-stained face.
“Do you want me to stop?” he asked. “Slow down?”
“I want you to ruin me,” I told him. “Remind me there is no one for me but you, nothing for me but this.”
He growled, thrusting hard against me with a sharp snap of his hips. I tightened my hold around my ankles and relaxed asmuch as my body would allow. The tension rolled off of him in waves, the arousal and the restraint enough to leave my own cock pulsing. The pressure inside of me with every push of Hunter’s hips almost enough to render me unconscious.
“Tell me you deserve this,” he grunted, teeth bared against my ear. “Tell me you deserve this, or I won’t let you come.”
“Daddy.”
The word caught in my throat, wrapped around my desperation.
“Tell me you deserve it, or I won’t come inside of you,” he said next.
I dug my fingernails into my ankles and slammed my head against the bed with a frustrated whimper. The words were right there, but they would cost me everything. I wasn’t certain I believed them, and I didn’t want to lie to Hunter, not here and not like this.
He shifted his hand between us and pushed the dildo deeper, pressing the base of it against his stomach so every thrust he made into me drove the toy cock deeper inside of me, deeper than his dick, deeper than I deser…
“Lincoln,” he warned.
The taut pull of his muscles and the skittish pace of his body gave away that I could make a liar out of him if I wanted. Hunter was seconds away from coming whether I confessed what he wanted to be the truth or not. But even if I didn’t deserve him, he didn’t deserve that.
“I love you,” I told him, locking my ankles around the small of his back and grabbing his face with both of my hands. The change in my legs squeezed him tighter and Hunter closed the space between us, sinking his teeth into my lower lip with a muffled shout.
“I deserve your cum,” I whispered next, groaning as his entire body shuddered and stilled. “I deserve to come too.”
He made a tight fist around my dick and stroked me right over the edge, both of us convulsing as he spilled into my ass, and I shot across his knuckles.
“I deserve to be happy,” I whispered next.
Hunter smiled against my mouth, licked the place he’d bit me, and I knew, for the first time in our relationship, we both believed it.
CHAPTER 40
HUNTER
Winters had begged me not to leave, but I’d made myself clear. They could have Shaw or they could have me. That had been two weeks ago, and the promised management committee meeting was wrapping up while I packed up my bag to leave for the day. I was heading straight to Cunningham’s to meet my brothers for dinner, then home to Lincoln. He’d sent me a particularly cruel video over my lunch break that involved the dildo I’d used to DP him and a vibrator, and to say I was eager to return home to him was an understatement. I’d been sporting a chub since 12:30 and running into a sullen-faced Scott Shaw on his way out of the conference room was the only thing that could sour my mood.
He shot me a scathing look, which confirmed everything I needed to know. The committee had invoked the termination clause in his contract and most likely bought out his equity share in the firm. Them choosing me over him was a bold statement to my skill and dedication to the firm, and it was also a vote of confidence that was not lost on me. Winters left the conference room next, the other partners in tow. He greeted me with a definitive nod of his head, which I returned before slipping out of the office and heading for the elevator.
Downstairs in my car, I texted Lincoln to let him know the happy news, and I sent him an extra message for good measure letting him know just what I planned to do to him once I got home from dinner. He replied to me with a grinning devil and a picture of his asshole, black plug splitting his cheeks and all. That man was going to be the death of me, and I would welcome each and every one of my final breaths.
When I made it to Cunningham’s, Marshall and Finn were already there. It was unusual for Smith to be absent, but I chalked it up to traffic on a Friday. Sliding into my usual seat beside Finn, I jabbed my elbow into his ribs.
“Scott Shaw separated from the firm today,” I said.
Finn let out a whoop, raising his glass and waiting for me and Marshall to cheers him. They’d already ordered for me and Smith, which was one of the things I appreciated the most about them.
“It does feel wrong to celebrate someone’s demise,” Marshall said after taking a swallow of his wine.
“He brought it on himself,” Finn reminded, and I nodded my agreement.
The party had been two weeks ago, and it had simultaneously been the longest and shortest fourteen days of my life. We’d expeditiously finished moving Lincoln into the house, which had ended with a Silas and Lincoln slumber party in the guest room. Marshall had assured me I’d get used to it, and I believed it. Lincoln was so safe with me, he didn’t feel the need to hide his affection for his best friend—or my youngest brother—and I was beyond grateful we’d found each other and I was able to give him that. He deserved so much more than anything I’d ever be able to provide, but I was happy to continue trying to prove myself the kind of man he told his friends I was.
Smith bustled into the restaurant, sinking down into the empty space at Marshall’s left. He had on an oversized hoodie,which was out of character for him, and I arched a brow in question, but Finn was the one to ask him, “Whose hoodie?”
