I take a step back. “I can go look even sexier naked in my bed.”
“Don’t you dare.” He stops me. “That’s my job.”
Hunter hefts me into his arms with ease and eats up the space between the front door and my bed in no time.
“I don’t think I’ve ever been carried like this before,” I comment.
He sets me down on the edge of my bed and steps between my open legs. “I plan on doing a lot of things tonight you’ve never done before.”
A needy, wanton shudder racks my body as Hunter stares at me.
“What are you going to do f-first?” I ask.
With one hand, Hunter pushes me back on the neatly made bed.
“I am going to get you naked.” He grabs the hem of my sweater and tugs it off of me. His hands roam over my chest and stomach, brushing against my nipples. It’s like a switch straight to my dick, perking up again after I somehow willed him to stay down on the rest of the trip home.
“This isn’t naked, you know.”
His hands undo my belt and slowly pull my jeans off of me, tossing them into a pile before removing my socks.
“I’m learning new things about you tonight, Ollie.”
“Like what?” I pop up onto my elbows to look at him.
In nothing but my plain, sensible boxer briefs, Hunter’s gaze is locked on my dick tenting the soft material.
“How impatient you are.”
Instead of removing them, he flattens himself over top of me and kisses me again. My legs wrap around him, grinding into him. My fingers try to find purchase anywhere they can to keep him close.
“Well, I want you to fuck me.”
“Not tonight,” Hunter says, nibbling on my earlobe.
“Why not?” I whine.
“Because.” His lips kiss a warm path down my chest, flicking my nipple. “There will be plenty of time for that. Need to ease into it.”
“Next time. I don’t need that much time, Hunter,” I chastise him. “Can you do something?”
I’m not above begging. I don’t care. I want Hunter. I’ve never wanted anyone or anything in my life as much as I want my best friend in this moment.
He nuzzles his face into my boxer briefs, his mouth closing over the head through the cotton.
I fist my hands into the bed sheets because it feels so damn good.
“I like that I make you feel this good,” Hunter says, dragging the waistband of my briefs down, exposing my leaking dick.
“So good,” I repeat. “So, so good.”
“Mmm.” A devilish smile spreads across his face. “Look at how good your cock looks.”
He drags a single finger on the vein underneath it.
“It’s ready for you.”
“Just your dick?”
