“You are. You’re breathtakingly beautiful. I thought it the first time I laid eyes on you. I was like, damn, he’s fucking gorgeous,” he admits.
“I thought the same about you.”
He gives me a slow smile and reaches up to take hold of my chin. “I am one lucky motherfucker,” he whispers and leans forward to kiss me again.
I open for him, welcoming his needy tongue. When he sucks my bottom lip into his mouth, I whimper and instinctively reach for my aching cock.
“Show me,” he murmurs, releasing my lip with a pop. He settles back against the pillows next to me, our shoulders bumping together.
“Will you…” I clear my throat and drop my eyes to his cotton-covered cock. He seems to read my ask without me saying the words, because he quickly discards his boxers too. His cock is thick and long with a slight curve.
With my free hand, I reach into my bedside table and grab the bottle of lube. I squirt some into my palm and take myself in hand again.
It’s nothing unusual. My hand and I have regular meet-ups. I might not be the kind of person who can do hookups and find sex easy, but jerking off has become more of a stress relief than anything. An aid to help me sleep when my mind gets too busy.
But tonight is different.
Tonight, I can feel Hunter’s heated gaze on my skin. I can feel the weight of it with every stroke of my hand. I twist my palm over the head, letting out a sharp hiss at how sensitive it is. I want to be good for him. To please him, more than I want pleasure for myself.
“You like it slow and gentle, El?”
His voice is all husky, and it causes my toes to curl into the comforter.
“Yeah,” I breathe. “I don’t like it rough.”
“Mhm. Good to know.”
Hunter wraps his fingers around his own cock and strokes from root to tip. I’m unable to tear my eyes away from him as he plays with his sac with his other hand and continues to stroke himself in earnest.
My face heats when our gazes lock. His lips parted as his breath comes out in short bursts. I’m trembling with the sheer amount of sensations going through my veins right now. Arousal. Excitement. Anticipation. Lust. Adrenaline.
My breath hitches as Hunter leans forward. He nips my lips before his tongue dives into my mouth. I moan, my balls tightening as I edge closer to the brink of my orgasm.
“Are you close?” he asks.
I give a small nod.
“Are you gonna come for me? Like this?”
I let out a shaky breath, my toes curling into the comforter again. “Yes,” I gasp.
“Mhm. Good boy,” he murmurs, nipping my earlobe.
The sharp pain ignites a spark of heat and rushes down my spine. My muscles tense, and my mouth drops open. My entire body shudders as I come on a silent moan, coating my stomach with my release.
“Fuck,” Hunter grunts.
I open my eyes in time to watch him cover his fist with his come. A whimper leaves my throat at the sight of his release dripping onto his happy trail, and my spent cock gives an appreciative throb.
Wow. Fucking wow.
We lie there, both staring at each other, gasping for breath for a few minutes. Then my brain registers the come still on my skin, and I bare my teeth in a cringe.
“I need to get this off,” I tell Hunter, sitting up and swinging my legs over the edge of the bed. I head butt-ass naked into the bathroom and fill the sink with warm water. I get as much off with a tissue first before I use soap and a few washcloths to clean myself up. Once I feel settled and know I’m not going to be sticky, I warm up another washcloth and take it to Hunter.
“Thanks.” He smiles softly, cleaning himself up. He takes it into the bathroom, then slips under the covers when he returns.
He lies on his back, then holds one arm open for me. I scoot closer, resting my head on his shoulder. He wraps his arm around me. Deft fingers playing with my hair, and the sensation instantly makes me sleepy.
