“I also missed how bossy you are when you’re horny,” he says.
I take my hand off his cock, but Hunter just grabs me by the hips and rocks me against his naked erection.I move slow, my legs wrapped around him, our foreheads touching.
“You like torturing me?”I murmur.
“Yes,” he says.
“Jerk,” I whisper.“You promised me a ride, you know, and dry humping is getting old real fast.”
“Where’s the romance, Clem?”he teases.“A guy can’t have a little foreplay?”
I reach down between my legs and stick a couple fingers inside myself.Then I pull them out and smear my hand down Hunter’s cock, stroking him hard and fast as we kiss again.
Suddenly he puts his hand over mine and holds it still.He takes his lips off mine and nuzzles my neck slowly, his shaft throbbing in my hand.Then he scoots off the cot and leaves me sitting there, legs akimbo, trying to catch my breath.
“Get these off,” he says, leaning over me and snapping the waistband of my leggings.
I lift my hips, watching Hunter watch me.It’s hard to take leggings off and look sexy.I don’t think I make it work, but he strips too, never taking his eyes from me.
Then he turns and rummages through his pack for a moment.I touch myself, leaning against the window, waiting for him to turn around.When he does, I see the dim flash of a foil package in his hand, and then he’s unrolling something onto his cock.
Right.A condom.Duh.I’m on the pill, butHey, when did you last get tested?is kind of a boner-killer.
I just watch him unroll it onto himself, a big hand on a big cock, his torso tensing and flexing as he strokes himself a few times before looking up at me.I’m still touching myself, sliding my fingers up and down between my lips, across my clit.
“I like how dirty you got,” he says.
I raise my eyebrows.
“This is dirty?”I ask, pushing two fingers inside myself.
“It’s a start,” he teases, and then he’s on the bed, kneeling between my legs.He grabs my hand and sticks my fingers into his mouth, sucking them slowly.
He never didthatbefore either, but it’s fucking hot.
Hunter grabs me and then scoots me sideways, dragging me until my back is against the solid wood window frame instead of the pane.He pushes me up against it, his cock against my lower belly, his lips on my neck, biting my collarbone.
I cannot fucking wait any longer, and I arch my back and lift myself until the tip of his cock is at my entrance.I’m practically vibrating with anticipation, but I force myself to go slow, because it’s been a while since I was with anyone this....endowed.
About eight years, actually.
AndJesus,I’d almost forgotten what it feels like.My body practically goes limp as I lower myself onto Hunter’s cock, my eyes sliding closed, my head back against the wall of the lookout tower.I hear someone moan and it takes me a second to realize it’sme.
“Oh my fucking God, Clem, Jesus,” Hunter whispers, his head on my shoulder, his fingers sinking hard into my hips.“I swear I almost just fucking came watching you sit on my cock like that.”
I grab his shoulders in my hands and move my hips, just enough to slide him out a little before taking him again, and I exhale hard as pleasure sparks through my brain.
Hunter groans and thrusts just enough that our hips come flush with a light slap.I make a noise I barely recognize as human, and Hunter pulls back, gently.
“That was a good noise, right?”he asks, his voice low and dusky.
I just nod, swallowing hard.
“Do it again,” I say.
He does, and this time when he drives himself deep I arch myself into him and he hits every pleasure center I have.White spots dance in front of my eyes, and I feel like all my bones might be melting.
“There it is,” Hunter growls.
