“And tell him he can talk to me about it,” I said. “I don’t want things to be weird. I…your brother is a good friend, and I don’t want to lose that.”
“You won’t.” Hunter kissed my forehead, then took two steps back, smoothing his hand down the front of his tie. “I have to go to work, but I was serious about you staying.”
“About filming.”
“Do whatever you want,” he said. “There’s coffee if you want it. Use my shower, rub yourself all over my sheets, come on my pillows?—”
I cut him off before he could say anything else, “You’re being ridiculous.”
“I want you here as much as you want to be here,” he said, face going so very serious.
My tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth, but I slid off the stool anyway and cradled his face in my hands. I loved how he was taller than me, broader. I loved the way he bent and buckled for me when I needed it the most.
“Kneel for me before you go,” I said quietly, stroking my fingers over his carefully styled hair. I didn’t need to ask twice, barely even once, before he was on his way down to the floor, hands coming up to join at the base of his skull. “I love the sight of you down there.”
“I like being here,” he whispered.
“Rub your face against my cock,” I told him. “Give me something to jack off about after you leave me here.”
Hunter growled, doing what I’d asked and then doing more. He mouthed the shape of my growing erection through the thin material of my underwear, bobbing his head and using his tongue as if there wasn’t a barrier between us. Heat wrapped around my spine, and I thrust my hips forward, desperate for him in a borderline obsessive way.
“Go to work, Sir,” I managed to force out the words, sliding my hand between my cock and his mouth. “Before I put you onto your hands and knees and find out just how quickly you can really come.”
He cursed under his breath, but righted himself to his feet, making a show of adjusting the bulge between his legs before swallowing hard and grabbing his things off the counter. It was routine as I watched him slide some things into his pocket andothers into his bag. He gave me one last lingering look before heading for the door and stopped with his hand on the knob, throwing a quick look at me over his shoulder.
“I do want to try that,” he said, chin tucked toward his chest. “With you.”
How the man could disarm me with his dominance and his submission was a mystery that belonged in the history books because I’d surely never make sense of it.
“There’s lots I want to try with you,” I assured him.
He lingered long enough for me to watch the red flush flare up his cheeks, and then the door opened and closed, and I was alone in Hunter’s apartment. Of course, I planned to snoop around. It was the easiest way to get to know him, but there was definitely a more pressing matter to attend to.
Since I’d just filmed a video, or rather, he’d filmed me on his bed the night before, I opted for a change of scenery, taking my phone into his primary bathroom. The setup was less than ideal, especially since I didn’t have my tripod or my ring light, but I would do the best I could. Even if the video wasn’t fit for the public, it would be good enough for Hunter.
I worked through a couple placement options, trying the angle on the bathroom counter, but it was too far away from the shower on account of Hunter’s massive bathroom. The next best was in the shower with me, so I sent up a prayer of thanks over having a waterproof phone, then propped it up on his unused built-in soap dish. It wouldn’t get a full body shot, but it would get my face, which was what he’d wanted in the first place.
Yeah, this was going to be a video just for Hunter.
Turning on the hot water, I pressed record and stepped under the spray. I was still hard from Hunter being on his knees, and I told him so, pressing my shoulders against the back wall of the shower and curling my fingers around my cock.
“You just left for work, and I’m so fucking hard for you, Daddy.” I moaned, trying to not overthink the endearment, the honorific. “Fuck. Fuck. I can still feel you inside of me.”
It wasn’t a lie.
I dropped my head back and closed my eyes, getting into the rhythm of stroking my cock and playing with my nipples. My own hand felt good, but nowhere near as perfect as Hunter’s mouth or his fist. Even the way he tweaked my piercings was better, and I thought how rude a stranger knew my body better than I did.
When I closed my eyes, I could see him. Could see the way he screwed his eyes closed before he came, the way his mouth quivered a little when he held back his own pleasure. Like the most addicting aphrodisiac. I didn’t need to close my eyes, though, and that wasn’t what he’d wanted. He wanted to see my face, wanted to seemecome. Prying my eyes open, I looked directly into the camera and gave a long and slow overhand stroke down the length of my shaft.
“I want to tie you to your bed and tease your asshole until you come,” I told my phone, a shiver tearing up my spine at the memory of how sensitive Hunter was. How violently his body reacted to me. “And then tease you until you can’t come anymore. Until you’re just gasping and begging.”
I wanted him to do the same to me. To reduce me to nothing more than a guttural need for him and the pleasure he wanted me to have.
“And then I want you to wake me up in the middle of the night…I need it. Need you to just take me.” A whimper fell out of my mouth, almost lost beneath the sound of the shower. I tightened my hand, stroked myself quicker. “Want you to…”
I wanted Hunter to do vile things with my body.
Wanted him to shove a dildo in my ass and DP me, stretching me out until I came for him. Wanted him to roll me onto mystomach in the middle of the night and shove his dick into me, fuck me until he came, and then go back to sleep. And between all of that, before and during and after, I wanted him on his knees for me, my cock in his mouth and my hands in his hair.
