Just when I think my legs are going to give out, he stands, pressing the entire length of his hard body against me, his erection nestled into my crack. He slides his dick up and down the cleft of my ass easily, the precome greasing the way for him as he supports most of my body weight with his other arm. Reaching around, he wraps his hand around my achingly hard dick, and I gasp, rising up to my tiptoes, desperately fighting off my orgasm.
“Jesus. You’re killing me,” I whine, and the low sound of his laughter is hot as fuck.
“I need you inside me,” I choke out. He stops laughing and rests his forehead between my shoulder blades, his hand still stroking me.
“I need to grab the supplies,” he murmurs against me, biting at my skin. Before I realize it, the words leave my mouth.
“Do we need a condom?” I ask. “I haven’t been with anyone since my last test. I’m negative. You?”
He freezes like he’s stunned, and for a second, I worry I’ve offended him somehow. “Oh god,” he whispers, his voice tortured and broken. He swallows audibly before answering. “Yeah, I got tested before we left. I’m negative too. But. Fuck. Fuck. Are you sure?” His voice is shaky.
I grab the arm he has wrapped around my waist, shoving my ass back against him, desperate to feel him inside me with nothing between us. I hadn’t even realized I wanted that until the words were out of my mouth. But now that they’re out there, hanging between us, I realize just how much I want it. I’ve never gone without condoms before, never even wanted to go bare. But I’m desperate to know what it feels like to have Hunter’s hot come fill me up and then slide out of my ass. Just thinking about it sends a shudder rolling through me.
“Yes,” I whisper. I reach for the bottle of conditioner on the shower ledge, handing it to him. His eyes meet mine as I watch him over my shoulder, and the look in them sets my insides on fire. We hold each other’s gaze for a moment, and something changes in his expression. Whatever darkness I saw in him a few moments ago, what looked like anger, melts away, and what’s left is desire tinged with fear.
“Jesus, Jesus, Jesus,” he breathes against my skin, and I feel his cock twitching against my ass as he struggles for control. “Okay,” he finally says, taking the conditioner from my hand. “Okay.”
He flips open the cap and spreads the makeshift lube down my crease and over his own cock. I arch into his fingers instinctively when he works the slippery conditioner into my hole.
My heart skips a beat when the head of his cock presses into me, and when he pushes through the first ring of muscle, I hiss with the sting of his invasion.
“Okay?” He rasps the question against my neck, and I nod frantically.
“I’m good; just keep going,” I gasp.
He slides in deeper, the slow intrusion almost more agonizing than if he had slammed in all at once. But once he’s fully seated inside my body, the pleasure that fills me is so powerful I feel like I might pass out from the intensity of it.
He begins moving, slowly at first, before speeding up, his thrusts becoming harder and more punishing as he slams into me relentlessly. I push back into him, meeting him thrust for thrust. I can feel the anger coming off him again, but as he fucks me higher and higher, it drains away once more, and all that's left in my universe is the physical sensation of him filling me. His hips pound into the flesh of my ass, his cock impaling me ruthlessly, hitting my prostate each time and making me see stars.
My vision starts to white out as I feel the orgasm overtaking me. My ass clamps down on him as the sensations slam into me like a fucking tornado, come spilling from my untouched cock. “Penn.” My name on his lips is a guttural moan. His rhythm stutters, and I think he’s going to pull out, but I reach around, quick as lightning, and hold him close to me, keeping myself impaled on his cock.
“Inside me,” I choke out, and the noise he makes causes my inner muscles to contract again, forcing more come from my exhausted dick. His muscles tense, and he lets out a final, agonizing cry as he slams home one final time.
A few moments later, he pulls out of me, and he gasps and groans again as I feel his come leak out of my ass and slide down the back of my leg. I shudder, because, my god, it feels so good. I’ve never felt so thoroughly claimed before. So owned. And it’s fucking terrifying because this is all going to end in just a couple of days when we get home.
And what the fuck am I going to do then.
Chapter twenty-four
Penn
I’m sprawled out next to Hunter, the sheets tangled around our legs. My heart is still thumping, like it’s trying to burst from my chest. The air in the room is electric, buzzing with the remnants of our raw energy. I feel incredible. There’s this sense of vitality coursing through me. I feel like I've been thoroughly worshipped, and it was fucking incredible.
Hunter’s gone strangely quiet. Like he was so affected by what just happened between us that he’s not sure what to do with the feelings. I can relate. His chest rises and falls at the same pace as my own. He finds my hand and intertwines our fingers in a grip that’s both tender and possessive.
“Penn, I, uh, that was... I’ve never done that before,” he whispers. “It was…”
I squeeze his hand. “Yeah. It was amazing.”
“I need to tell you something, though,” he says.
I turn to him, confused by the broken sound of his voice. “I saw you,” he whispers.
I stare at him, genuinely confused by the hurt and pain in his eyes. “What? You saw me what?”
“I saw you earlier. In the lounge with Jesse. I saw you talking and holding hands. And I… I don’t think we should do this anymore. This is… it’s gotten out of hand. I can’t—”
“Hunter, wait, wait.” I turn to face him, reaching over to place the palm of my hand on his chest. “I bumped into Jesse at the spa, and we went for a drink after our massages. He was giving me advice and helping me with a project I’ve been working on. But he got talking about his marriage and how hard he worked to try and save it, and he was really upset. When you saw me holding his hand, I was just trying to be supportive. That’s all.”
