“El, I need to see you,” he grunts.
With his big hands still on my hips, he lifts me off his perfect cock so effortlessly. I spin around to face him and throw my leg over his hips again. Gripping the base of his shaft, I sink back down onto him with a throaty moan falling from my lips. I stay on my knees this time, not wanting to risk staying in the splits too long in case of cramping. I use the strength in my thighs to pick up my pace, the sound of my ass clapping against his thighs a soundtrack to our pleasured moans and gasping breaths.
Hunter strokes my cock, his other hand massaging my balls before releasing them to flick my nipples.
I groan, goose bumps rippling across my chest. My nipples tighten as he pinches and flicks them. Every nerve ending feels like they’ve been charged with a thousand volts.
I love how good Hunter makes me feel. I lovehim.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he says, and it comes out all growly. It’s so fucking hot.
I place my hands on his pecs, using his solid chest for support. Spreading my fingers, I graze my pinky finger over his nipples, causing his abs to tighten. His grip on my cock loosens for a beat, and then he’s releasing me to grab hold of my hips with one hand, while the other curves around the back of my head. He tugs me down until our mouths collide in a clash of teeth and eager tongues.
His other hand returns to my hips, and then I’m shifted forward slightly as he plants both feet flat on the bed. He pistons his hips in slow thrusts, driving his cock deep inside me.
“Oh, fuck,” I gasp against his mouth, the change in angle creating incredible pressure against my prostate.
Our tongues dive into each other’s mouths. My cock is trapped between us, the friction from rubbing against hisstomach making me leak. I grip onto either side of his neck as my body starts to tremble. Heat surges down my spine, causing my balls to tighten.
I tug his lip between my teeth, then let out a loud cry when I come over his stomach. I’m shaking as I fall over the crest of my release. He grunts my name in that sexy, raspy way, and then warmth fills me, his cock throbbing inside me as he comes.
I slump on top of him. He slides his arms around my back, holding me tight to him. Our bodies are slick with sweat, and I’m aware of my come currently being squashed between us. It’s not going to be long until my brain decides we can’t handle the feel of everything, so I make the most of listening to his heart pounding in his chest and coming down from this euphoric high together.
“I’ve got the towels ready in the bathroom,” he murmurs, and I smile into his heated skin.
I love how he takes care of me. Like it takes no effort at all for him.
I’m conscious of his release running down my legs as I get up and head into the bathroom. He joins me a moment later, where he washes me with his bodywash. I smile to myself at the thought that I’m going to smell like him. He cleans himself up, and then we dry ourselves with the softest towels I’ve ever felt. Like a terry cloth cloud.
We climb back into bed, and I curl up against his side, resting my head on his strong chest. His hand finds its way into my hair, massaging my scalp with his strong fingers, and his eyes are closed not a minute later.
“We should probably eat,” I say, but my eyes are starting to feel heavy too.
“Mhm,” he hums but makes no effort to move. “I need five minutes before I can move again. I think my brain blew out through my balls.”
I snort into his chest and press a kiss over his heart.
And promptly fall asleep with a smile on my face.
“I need you to sign all of these,” Colleen instructs, motioning with her hand to the long table covered in an assortment of stuff, then turns around to point to the other side of the corridor. “Then there’s a pile of your individual things that needs signing by you as well.”
Blaine puts his hands on his hips, jutting his chin forward in a bored expression. “Colleen, do you realize I have better things to do?”
She matches his stance and raises a brow. “Such as?”
“Taking a nap on the floor of the gym.”
Laughing, she hands him a Sharpie and points to the start of the table. “What a shame. Maybe next time.”
We’ve not long finished with practice, and I’ve had a session with Greg before coming out here to do our media obligations. I’ve probably been seeing Greg more times than necessary, but I’m conscious about making sure I don’t let the progress on my knee slip. Afterward, he worked on my hips and did some mobility work on my ankles. When he asked me how my hips have been feeling recently, my face went all hot and red because I immediately thought about how I went into a split and took Hunter’s cock the other night.
I feel like I’ve given a whole new meaning to at-home exercises.
Blaine and I work our way down the table, signing posters and photographs and various other merchandise that will be auctioned off for charity. It’s not the most fun thing to do because the media team film and take photos for social media,so we have to be on our best behavior, but it all goes to a good cause.
“Let me go—whoa, maybe not.”
I lift my head at the sound of Peyton’s voice and catch him turning on his heel to make a quick getaway. He hates doing these things the most out of all of us.
