We race for the stairs, and I feel like we’re more desperate to get to our destination now than we were a few hours ago when we sprinted to catch the ship. Back then, I was worried about missing the ship, but right now, I’m worried I might actually die if I don’t get more of him.
We make our way up the stairs with uncoordinated movements, and as soon as we get there, the controlling Hunter from last night reappears, causing a surge of liquid heat to spread throughout my body. He strips off my shirt and tears off his own before picking me up and tossing me onto the bed. I bounce slightly, air whooshing out of my lungs. But there’s no time to recover; he’s on me in an instant, pressing his chest into mine. “Can’t wait for you,” he growls, his voice lower and rougher than I’ve ever heard it.
I trace his body with eager hands, memorizing each dip and curve. His skin is hot to the touch, and the way he moves against me, seeking friction, is completely melting my brain.
“Penn,” he rasps, and I shiver at the way he says my name like it’s a prayer. His voice is husky as his hands roam over my body, pulling me closer until there’s no space left between us.
“More,” I plead, tilting my head back to offer him better access as his mouth descends on my neck, marking me with a possessiveness I fucking love.
“Always more,” he agrees, capturing my lips again, and I’m lost, drowning in the depth of this raw, all-consuming connection.
A tortured-sounding groan rips from his throat as he drags his mouth along my neck, placing hot, open-mouthed kisses along my collarbone until he reaches the center of my chest, where he runs his tongue down my sternum before moving to my nipple.
I arch my back off the bed, crying out, but these feelings are stealing the breath from my lungs. His hot mouth envelops my sensitive nipple, and it’s like there’s a direct line right to my cock, especially when he uses his fingers to trace gentle circles around the other one, his feathery touch teasing until it rises up into a tight, almost painful peak.
“Jesus, fuck, Hunter...”
He stops immediately and looks up at me questioningly. “You’re okay?” he checks in, and his concern, while sweet, is not what I want right now.
“Fuck! Yes, yes,” I nearly shout, grabbing the sides of his head with both hands and trying to force my nipple back into his mouth.
He smiles against my skin but takes my hint and laps at my sensitive bud. Pulling back, he blows on it, the slightly cooler rush of air causing a shiver to roll through my body. My groan comes from the deepest part of my abdomen.
He shifts against me, and I open my legs, making space for him to settle between them. Resting his weight on his elbows, he traces the edge of the gym shorts I threw on after my quick pre-dinner shower. He leans forward and mouths my dick through the fabric, causing me to squirm and thrust against his mouth.
Lifting his head again, he slides his hands under my waistband, looking at me. “I want these off,” he whispers, licking his lips, and I nod my head furiously.
He responds with a feral smile before sitting back on his heels and sliding my shorts down my legs.
“Yours too,” I rasp.
“Mmm.” That dirty fucking smile reappears as he moves to ditch his own shorts.
Once we’re both naked, he makes a move to settle back between my legs, but that’s not what I want tonight. Grabbing under his arms, I pull, telling him without words that I need his mouth again. We get lost in each other for a long, long time before breaking apart to breathe. Hunter rests his forehead against mine.
“Tell me what you want,” he rasps, pressing gentle kisses to my face. Somewhere along the way, the desperation eased, and now it feels as though, we have all the time in the world to indulge in whatever this amazing thing is that’s happening between us.
I hesitate. I know what I want. What I’m desperate to feel. But is it too soon? Before I can think too hard about it, the words fly out of my mouth. “I want you to fuck me.”
Chapter nineteen
Hunter
Idon’t know why, but for some reason, I hadn’t expected Penn to want anal tonight. I’ve had plenty of hookups, but I guess, in my mind, whatever this is with Penn falls into something separate from hookups. Even though it’s not supposed to be a relationship, I guess my brain sorted it into that box instead of the hookup box. I’ve always put a lot more thought into relationships, and every time I’ve had sex with someone I’ve been dating, it’s been a pre-planned event with lots of romance involved, like some kind of important production. But this, with Penn, feels unscripted. It's unplanned and exciting. I fucking like it.A lot. The thought of owning him that way, of sliding my cock inside his perfect ass, is like a match in a puddle of gasoline.
“I don’t want you to feel obligated or anything. It’s okay if you don’t wa—” he whispers hesitantly when I don’t respond right away. “I’m good with whatever. I—”
I cut him off with a hard kiss. “Sorry, Penn. I don’t know why, but you caught me off guard. But, fuck, yes, I want inside you. So. Fucking. Much.” I punctuate my words with rough kisses, showing him how much I mean it.
I pull him closer so we’re face-to-face and hitch my leg over his hips, guiding his hand to my ass. “Let’s get you ready,” I whisper through another kiss, giving his ass a healthy squeeze before sliding my fingers to his crease in a feathery light touch.
“We need supplies,” I whisper.
He gives me a dirty-as-fuck smile before reaching for the night table, coming out with a condom and a little bottle of lube. I arch an eyebrow at him. “Were we planning for this tonight?"
He shrugs, that innocent smile playing on his lips. “Not planning, exactly. Hoping, maybe? I’m no Boy Scout, but I like to be prepared for certain things.”
I give him a scorching kiss and then whisper roughly against his mouth, “Flip over,” in my most commanding tone.
