“Breathe for me, El,” he whispers, and I do.
He keeps his eyes fixed on mine. I let out a long breath, and he slowly eases himself inside. It burns, but it’s not as bad as I was expecting it to be. And even though he isn’t all the way in, I feel so full.
“Fuck, it’s like putting an eggplant up my ass,” I groan without thinking.
Hunter stills, amusement glistening in his eyes, and then we burst into laughter.
“I’m sorry. I don’t know why I said that,” I say, embarrassed.
“Don’t ever apologize.” He leans forward to kiss me, and the change of angle has me moaning. “You don’t need to watch what you say around me. Just be you. Unfiltered. Unmasked. Be completely, authentically you. Because you are perfect, El. So fucking perfect.”
Chapter Fifteen
Hunter
I rock my hips, easing my cock deeper with each gentle thrust until my hips meet the back of Elliot’s thighs. There’s a flush across his sculpted chest, and I duck my head to press my lips against his heated skin.
Earlier, I had to remind him to breathe, but I think I need to remind myself to do the same becauseholy fucking shit, he feels so good wrapped around my dick. And when he laughed? I nearly came on the spot from his muscles squeezing the hell out of me.
I pause for a moment, allowing him to adjust and get used to the feeling.
“Are you okay?” I ask.
His lips are swollen from where he’s been chewing them. I’m not sure if it’s from nerves or if it’s an unconscious stim, but either way, I suck the bottom one into my mouth, gliding my tongue along it in hopes of soothing him.
“Yes,” he whispers.
I cover his mouth with mine, kissing him until he’s moaning and writhing beneath me. His softening cock brushes against my pelvis. I tug on his lip with my teeth before I sit back on my knees and grab a pillow. Edging back slightly, I slip my cock free and nudge Elliot’s hips up slightly to push the pillow beneath him. Maybe it’s all the hip talk earlier and knowing this is our first time, but I don’t want to risk hurting him.
So, while I’m desperate and greedy for him, I don’t slam back into him when I line my cock up with his relaxed hole. Elliot lets out a shuddering breath when I sink in to the base again. I rock my hips, finding the pace until he’s whimpering in pleasure.
With one hand gripping his hip for support and his leg propped up in the crook of my arm, I take his cock in my other hand and begin to stroke him. Between the piston of my hips and the glide of my thumb over his leaking tip, it doesn’t take long for him to harden in my palm.
“Hunter,” he says in a breathy moan.
He releases his grip on the bedsheets and moves his hands up near his head. The move stretches his torso and causes his body to bear down on me further. My cock grazes his prostate, and we both let out a long moan.
“Ohh, fuuuuck,” I growl between gritted teeth. “You feel so fucking good.”
“Faster,” he demands, lifting his leg to rest his ankle on my shoulder. I turn my head to kiss him.
The angle allows me to go deeper. His back arches again as I pick up my pace. The sound of slapping skin and our heavy breathing reverberates around the room, and the noise of my cock thrusting into his slick hole has me grunting, trying to hold my release at bay.
He’s so responsive. So fucking perfect.
“Play with your nipples for me. Let me see how much you like it.”
His heavy-lidded gaze is fixed on me, lips parted with his sawing breaths. He brings one hand to his chest, glistening with sweat, and traces his nipple with the tip of one finger before he gives it a flick. He hisses. Muscles constrict around my cock, and I let out a strangled moan.
“Mhm. Such a good boy,” I rasp, my cock throbbing.
Goose bumps appear instantly across his fevered skin. “Fuck, I love it when you call me that.”
He lifts his arm, beckoning for me. I move to rest on my elbows on either side of his shoulders, sinking my fingers into his hair to cup his head. His tongue dives into my mouth. Our teeth click as our kiss turns hungry and desperate.
“I could get addicted to you,” I confess, trailing my mouth across his jaw and sticking my tongue in his ear.
He shivers, fingers digging into my bicep where he’s holding on to me. “I already am.”
