“Tell me you want this,” I murmur, needing to hear it to erase the doubt that’s crept into my brain.
“Always,” he breathes out, and something inside my chest breaks open.
Penn reaches for me then, wrapping his hand around the back of my neck and dragging my mouth back down onto his.
My hands seem to move of their own volition to either side of his face, gripping him tightly before sliding them into his wet hair and pulling it hard enough to sting. Yeah. I’m pissed off, but I know I’d never hurt him. I’m mixed up at the moment, and the only thing that feels clear to me right now is the bone-deep craving to be close to him. The craving that’s been building inme since the first night we kissed. The crawling anxiety is right at the edge of my brain, but I beat it back by focusing on the beautiful man in front of me. Mine for the taking. At least for this moment, that’s what he is.
He lets out a hiss when I yank his hair, and when he pulls back, his blue eyes are dark, his pupils blown out with desire. Apparently, I’m not the only one turned on by a little angry sex.
Another groan rips from his throat as I tease the seam of his lips with my tongue. He opens, and I lick deeply into his mouth. His hands clutch at my shoulders, clawing at me desperately as we explore each other’s mouths.
I push him backward through the water until he’s pressed up against the side of the pool, and our hard cocks grind into each other fiercely, both of us desperately seeking friction.
“Goddamn, Hunter,” he groans, breaking our kiss to clamp his mouth down onto the spot between my neck and my shoulder, sucking and licking like he’s trying to eat me alive. I throw my head back to give him more access, letting out a carnal groan of my own as he wraps his legs around my hips.
“You drive me fucking out of my mind. It’s like I can’t stop myself with you,” I growl. “Fuck this,” I say suddenly. Holding the backs of his thighs, I carry him a couple of steps across to the other side of the little pool and up the steps.
“What are you doing?” he asks breathlessly before sucking my earlobe into his hot mouth.
“We’re going upstairs,” I say, stepping through the sliding doors into the cabin, still dripping wet. We both shiver from the air-conditioning. I’d planned to throw him down on the bed and ravage him,but instead,I decide on a different plan, heading upstairs and into the large bathroom. I step into the glass enclosure and press his back into the shower wall. We both gasp and then chuckle when his elbow knocks the shower handle and a blast of cold water douses us. I let go of his thighs,finally letting him stand on his own feet, but I keep crowding him, pressing my body into his, running my hands up the sides of his thighs and dipping my fingertips under the waistband of his shorts as the water cascading over us warms to a more comfortable temperature.
His blue eyes are wide, his mouth open to suck in as much oxygen as he possibly can, when I take a half step back from him and drop to my knees at the same time as I slide his trunks down over his hips and the curve of his ass. His cock springs free and slaps against his belly, causing my mouth to water—literally fucking water—as I take him in.
I wrap my hand around him, stroking him slowly, looking up at him through my eyelashes as water pours over us. Taking my mouth off him, I rub my thumb over his crown, feeling the burst of precome escape from him as he bites down on his bottom lip and groans loudly.
“Suck me, please, Hunter.” His hips thrust forward like his cock is seeking out my mouth on its own.
“Not until I’m fucking ready,” I say, my voice rough and gravelly.
His eyes darken further as I dart my tongue out to lick his thick head, not breaking eye contact for even a second as I let out a groan when his salty taste explodes on my tongue. The caveman inside me wants to torture him, to edge him until he thinks he might die from wanting me, as a punishment for whatever he’s doing with Jesse. But I can’t help myself; my need for him is too fucking strong. I wrap my lips around him and suck him long and hard, a loud gasp tearing from his chest, his eyes widening as he watches me.
I bob up and down on him a few times, hollowing out my cheeks and sucking him as hard as I can before I lean in even closer, letting his hot, heavy length glide across my tongue until he hits the back of my throat. He lets out a tortured-soundingwhine, gripping the back of my head and rolling his hips, pushing his dick deeper. I swallow around him, somehow not triggering my gag reflex. I take him as far as I can, and seconds later, my nose is buried in the light nest of hair at the base of his cock. Even though we’ve been in the water, I still get more of his scent here, which makes my still-restrained dick jump in my trunks.
I work him over for a few minutes, his moans and whimpers only spurring me on. But when his grip tightens in my hair, I give him a little control back and he fucks into my mouth roughly, while I slide my hands over every part of him I can reach: his hips, his thighs, his flanks, his calves, down to the tops of his feet, and finally back to his ass. When he picks up speed, I grip him tightly, holding on for dear life as he fucks my face hard and fast. And I can’t get enough.
When he twitches in my mouth, I push his hips back and pull off him roughly. His eyes widen, not expecting it, and he lets out a tortured, desperate groan. “Hunter!Please,” he begs.
I stare up at him wordlessly. He’s wrecked, his chest and cheeks flushed, eyes wide with surprise, and his mouth still open and gasping for air.
Good. Good. Torture him, my caveman brain whispers inside my head.Make him scream.
Chapter twenty-three
Penn
Is it possible to be edged to death? If so, I’m a dead man walking.
Hunter stands and turns me around, pressing his chest to my back as he slides his hands down my arms before taking my hands in his and placing them against the shower wall before leaning into me and breathing into my ear. “Don't. Move.”
I nod wordlessly, closing my eyes and breathing deeply, trying to slow my racing heart. I was a hair’s breadth away from coming in his mouth a minute ago, but I’ve managed to regain some control over my body. Strangely, though, I have a strong desire to hand it all back to Hunter. To give up every ounce of my control and let him be in charge.
He grabs the soap, and I shudder as his hands slide over my skin, washing me everywhere, even down to my toes, before he stands again, his chest against my back once more. He licks along the side of my neck, pausing every so often to fasten his lips onto my skin and suck hard. I’m sure I’ll have marks, and a shiver runs through me as I think about being able to see the evidence of us for days to come.
He glides his hands over my body, sliding them down to my waist but avoiding my cock, which strains toward them, desperate for his touch. I hear his knees hit the floor behind me, and another shudder rolls through my body. He leans in and bites down on the flesh of my ass, hard. I jump and let out a squeak, the sharp jolt of pain turning into pleasure as he soothes the skin with his hot tongue. A moment later, he takes my cheeks roughly and spreads me apart.
Fuck, this is a vulnerable position, but he makes a pleasure-filled sound, and I love knowing he likes what he sees. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he growls before his hot tongue flicks against my ass. My hips instinctively press back into him, seeking more contact. He lets out a low chuckle before finally giving me a slow, tantalizing lick, making a pleased humming noise before doing it again. And again.
The whimper that leaves me is embarrassing, but I’m rewarded when he finally, finally presses his hot mouth against the furrowed skin of my hole. His talented tongue circles and swirls around me until the muscle softens, and he spears his tongue inside. I can’t help it—my back arches against my will, the pleasure so fucking intense I’m sure it’s going to kill me.
