He tugged down the waistband of his sweats and tucked it behind his cock and balls, pushing both into my face in an unavoidable way. I licked my lips and let my ass sink down ontomy heels. Hunter gave his dick a slow, overhanded stroke, his fingers tightening in my hair when his palm reached the slippery tip.
“Sorry,” I murmured, though I was anything but.
“I’m sure you can figure out a way to make it up to me,” he said, using his hand to guide my mouth toward his dick.
I could definitely figure that out, so it was easy to open my mouth and flatten my tongue, to take him as deep as he could reach until I choked around his length. My throat spasmed and Hunter groaned, sliding deeper until every inch of him was in my mouth. Neither of us moved, except I blinked hard, huffing a breath out of my nose so I didn’t make a show about choking over how thick he was.
“Go on,” he said softly, releasing my hair. “Make it up to me.”
I slid my hands up the front of Hunter’s thighs and dug in, then swallowed hard around him and started to suck. He moved like he wanted to touch me and guide me but was more interested in seeing how I handled him on my own. I sucked up and down his length, staring up at the underside of his chin while he stared up at the ceiling. Pulling off of him, I used the back of my hand to wipe spit off my mouth.
“Look at me,” I begged, and when he did, I sealed my lips around him again.
Hunter’s whole body swayed as I took him into my throat, and I groaned when my nose pressed against the curly hairs at the base of his shaft. I set a slow and tight pace, sucking half of his shaft with hollowed cheeks and all of the spit I could manage. He kept his stare on me the whole time, the heat of his gaze almost enough to make me combust.
I sucked him harder, ignoring the insistent ache between my own legs in favor of the rod between his. He was close. I was sure of it, but he was a greedy man and he needed more. Without asking—trusting he would stop me if I overstepped—I tugged hissweatpants down to his knees. Hunter moaned, a little gasp, and I eased my mouth off of him in favor of my left hand. I slipped the first two fingers on my right hand into my mouth, making sure he understood my intent, then I slid them back between the globes of his ass.
“Sir,” I teased, voice nothing more than a raspy whisper.
“I’ll come,” he warned, his hand back in my hair, fingers trembling against my scalp.
“I hope so.”
Spit was nowhere near enough, but the tip of my finger breached his hole, and he became a man of his word. Jets of hot and salty cum shot out against my cheek and my lips before I even had time to get him back into my mouth. The look on his face was pure arousal mixed with shocked embarrassment, and I laughed as I took him back into my mouth in time to catch the last bursts of cum on the back of my tongue.
I sucked Hunter until his asshole clenched around my finger hard enough to feel like the bone would shatter, then I let him go entirely. He stood there on trembling legs, mouth agape and chest heaving. His cock was still dangerously hard, and so was mine. Shoving my underwear down, I made a tight fist around my cock and stroked, leaning back and jerking myself off right in front of him.
If he wanted me to stop, he could tell me.
He didn’t say a word, nothing good and nothing bad, but when the first spurt of cum shot out of my cock, Hunter’s chin quivered. I had to look away from him, the pleasure of my own hand too much for me to stay present, though, and as the last remnants of cum leaked out of my cock, a hand on my chest pushed me down hard onto my back.
I hit the floor with a thud, and then Hunter was between my legs, yanking my underwear the rest of the way off and stroking his cock right against my exposed asshole. He braced himselfwith his other hand beside my head, and I spread my legs wide to make room for the width of his body.
“Do it,” I begged.
I’d wanted this man inside me since the first night we met, and he was only centimeters away from making that happen. He jerked himself off, knuckles slapping against my ass cheeks with every stroke, and I spread my legs even wider, reaching down to hold myself open for him. Finally getting the hint, he pressed the sticky head of his cock against my pucker, but instead of pushing inside, he shot his load right against it. Hot wetness spilled against my hole and ran down onto his floor, and above me Hunter groaned and shuddered through a surprisingly forceful second orgasm.
After he finished, he collapsed, landing on top of me before rolling off onto the floor in the small space left between me and his couch. He flung an arm over his face and struggled to catch his breath, and the only thing I could do was lie there beside him covered in both our cum.
“Is that why it’s complicated?” I finally asked.
He scrubbed a hand down his face and pushed up into a seated position, his back resting against the couch.
“What?”
“Last night, when I asked if you were vers, you said it was complicated. Is it complicated because you come at the drop of a hat when someone touches your asshole?”
Hunter grimaced, bending one leg at the knee and propping his forearm up to cover his face.
“Mostly,” he said. “And partly because the nature of my work.”
“Being a lawyer?”
His cheeks flushed, but the corner of his mouth twitched into the hint of a smile. “You know what I meant.”
“I do.” I laughed, but it was mostly a tired exhalation of breath. “Does it embarrass you?”
He didn’t answer.
