Once he’s on his knees, weight resting on his forearms and his head pillowed on his hands, I move behind him. Opening the lube, I drizzle a generous amount along his crease, smoothing it with my fingertips. I love the feeling of his furled skin and the way his breath catches as I graze my fingertips over it.
Once he’s nice and slick, I circle his entrance with slippery fingers, coming close but clearly not close enough to where he wants me, because he presses back into my hand, trying to force my fingers into his body. He whines, and with a smile, I slide just the tip of my finger inside him while using my other hand to rub his back with long, soothing strokes.
“Feeling impatient?” I tease. I fuck him slowly with just the tip of one finger, only sliding inside him to the first knuckle, torturing him all the while with soft, gentle touches designed to drive him right to the edge.
He whimpers again, and it’s almost a sob. “Jesus, Hunter, hurry,” he pants. “Don’t need this much prep. Please.Please,just get inside me.”
I make a pleased sound and press deeper into his hole. “God, you beg so nicely,” I whisper, barely recognizing the sound ofmy own voice. I’ve never been like this in bed, never been so controlling, sodominant. But, holy fuck, being completely in charge of Penn’s pleasure is a very heady drug.
He takes a deep breath, letting it out slowly as his body opens up to me. I push my finger further into him with a slow, steady movement, wanting to both tease him and provide just a little relief. He buries his face in the pillow and moans loudly. I lean forward so my chest is against his back and place a line of kisses along his spine, causing a shiver to roll through him as I work another finger inside.
Once he’s loose enough, I finally start moving my hand, twisting and scissoring my fingers. Beads of sweat gather on my forehead, droplets running down my temples. My insides have turned to lava, burning in the best way, as I watch my fingers disappear into his open, willing body. He’s searing hot inside, and it’s the most incredible feeling I can remember.
I reach my other hand around his hip to grasp his cock, which has softened slightly, but it’s only seconds before he’s rock hard again. He gasps as I release his dick and flatten my palm against his lower abdomen. Leaning over him, I trace my tongue around the shell of his ear before whispering, “You think you’re ready to take me?”
“Oh god, yes.” He’s nearly sobbing with want. “Yes, fuck, yes, Hunter. Fuck me, please.Please.”
I respond by slowly pulling my fingers from his body. I can’t hold back my own gasp as I line myself up against his hole. He presses back onto me, chasing my cock, needing to be filled as much as I need to fill him.
“Shush… It’s okay, baby,” I soothe. “You’ve been so good and patient for me. You’re so hot,” I murmur, my breath catching again as my head breaches the first tight ring of muscle. I slide into him in one steady movement until I’m seated as deeply intohis body as I can be. “It’s okay. I’m gonna take care of you, Penn. You’ve been so fucking good for me. God, you’re so perfect.”
***
PENN
Hunter’s voice cracks as he presses into me at an agonizingly slow, steady pace. When he bottoms out, we each let out a whimper at the same time. We hold still a moment as my body adjusts as he keeps running his hands up and down my back like he can’t stop touching me. His skin is hot and slick. I can feel the droplets of sweat hit my lower back as they fall from his temples. When I look over my shoulder, he looks as wrecked and disheveled as I feel.
A strangled sound escapes me a moment later, and he moves, gently testing to make sure I’m ready. “Okay?” he whispers.
“Yes, move. Please, Hunter,” I beg.
“Fuck. Fuck. So good. So good.” His voice is almost a sob. He starts with long, steady strokes into my body, pulling nearly all the way out before sliding back in at the same pace. It’s a relief at first, but that doesn’t last as sensation starts to mount inside me again, and I push back onto him, meeting him thrust for thrust.
He reaches forward, wrapping his arms around my torso and pulling me up onto my knees so my back rests against his chest. I let my head loll back against his shoulder as he fucks into me, still keeping a slow and steady pace.
Moments later, he changes the angle of his hips as he thrusts up into me, this time nailing my prostate. The high-pitched whine doesn’t even sound like me, but I know it is. He anchors me in place with one hand on my hip and the other flat against my chest as he fucks into me harder, his rhythm steady even as his breathing gets more and more ragged.
I reach back with both arms, circling his neck as he moves the hand on my hip around to my dripping cock. He uses his thumb to spread the precome over my length before jacking me at the same pace as his thrusts. He speeds up, slamming into me faster, and I squeeze my eyes shut, my head still resting on his shoulder. I gasp for breath as the sensations roll through my body, waves of pleasure battering me relentlessly until my cock starts to swell.
“Coming,” I choke out as my muscles contract. He speeds up his thrusts until he freezes, his body tense and rigid as his cock pulses over and over inside me. He fills the condom inside me at the same time as my come covers his hand. We’re frozen for a moment as waves of pleasure continue to move through us, our heavy breathing the only sound in the room.
Finally, the sensation releases me, and I feel like I’m coming out of a coma. Unable to support myself for a moment longer, I collapse back into him, and he guides us both gently down onto the bed. We’re both panting, lying in an inelegant heap, when his cock begins to slip out of me. He pulls back the rest of the way and removes the condom quickly, tying it off and dropping it beside the bed. I’m happy because I don’t want him to leave my side even for a moment so we can clean up. He plasters himself against my back, nuzzling into my neck, and the steady beat of his heart soothes me as we both come down from the high neither of us was expecting.
Chapter twenty
Hunter
Sunlight streams through the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the ocean sparkles like it’s been blanketed with diamonds. It’s early, and I’ve been watching Penn sleep for the last little while. The sun on his creamy skin is beautiful. He’s sprawled across his side of the bed on his back. The sheets have slipped down, so his entire chest is bare. One arm is thrown casually over his eyes, and the other lies in between us like he’s reaching across the middle of the bed toward me. I don’t want to admit to myself how nice it feels to wake up with someone.To wake up with Penn.
My morning wood is hard as a steel pipe, and I have a strong urge to roll onto him and worship his beautiful body again. But after last night, we probably both need some sustenance and definitely some hydration. Plus, he looks so fucking peaceful, I don’t want to wake him, even if it is with a delicious blowjob.
I let out a happy sigh and slide out of bed, grabbing my T-shirt and a pair of gym shorts out of the drawer and quietly getting dressed in the bathroom before slipping downstairs and out ofour suite. I head to the concierge lounge down the hall to grab us both some coffee and breakfast pastries.
When I get back to the room a few minutes later, Penn’s awake, but he’s still in bed and looking seventeen kinds of adorable with his sleepy eyes and his strawberry blond hair sticking out in all directions.
“Good morning,” I say as I hand him his coffee before climbing back into my side of the bed. “Hope I didn’t wake you up. Usually I’m an early riser, and with the sun shining in like this, I’ve got no hope of sleeping in.”
He lets out an obscene-sounding groan as he takes his first sip of the perfectly brewed coffee. My dick jumps to life again, and I have to readjust the blankets over my lap.
