I continue my path, dropping kiss after kiss along the scar. Over it directly, but also around it. I try to infuse my feelings into each kiss.
You’re safe.Kiss.I want you.Kiss.You’re beautiful.Kiss.You’re not broken.
I’m sure he hears my unspoken thoughts because his hands grip the sheets and his back arches as he lets out a soft sound; something caught between a moan and a sob.
I keep going. Keep kissing and nuzzling and worshiping until I’ve reached the bottom. Something heavy and aching is burning in my chest, and God, I could do this forever. I could be like this with him forever and never get tired of it.
When I suck on his hip bone, he shudders hard, his fingers tangling in my hair.
“Hunter.” My name in his breathy voice sends a shiver down my spine, and when he tugs lightly on my hair, I raise up and glance down at him. “Please,” he mumbles. “Like you said. I want it just like you said.”
Fuck.
Sitting up, I lean across him, reaching into the end table to pull out a bottle of lube and a condom. His eyes follow me, and when I drop them on the bed next to him and grip his boxers, tugging them down his legs, they fall shut.
“Eyes on me, gorgeous.”
I don’t want him lost in his own head, but more than that, I want to watch him. Want to see his expressions and the heat in his gaze.
He nods, blinking up at me.
His cock is hard and heavy against his stomach, the tip streaked with pre-cum and flushed red.
When I pull my shirt over my head and toss it to the side, his eyes drop, taking in my chest and stomach. I’m surprised when he reaches out, my muscles contracting under his touch as he drags his fingertips up my torso to my chest.
His eyes follow the path he makes, and I breathe deeply when he bites his lower lip and flicks his gaze quickly back to mine.
The blue of his eyes is gorgeous, framed by his thick lashes as he stares at me. They’re so heavy it almost looks like he’s fighting a losing battle against keeping them open.
His fingers dip between my boxers and my stomach, the tips grazing lightly over the head of my cock. “Off,” he murmurs. “I want to see you.”
Making quick work of taking off my boxers, I straddle his waist, pressing my thighs tightly to his sides. My cock is resting over his, and he’s squirming under me, his body working to find friction.
“Hunter,” he says again.
I won’t make him wait. Shifting off of him, I push his legs to the side so I can settle between them again. I grab the lube. “I’m gonna get ready for you, okay?”
He nods, eyes trained on my face. “Do you want me to do it?”
I shake my head. If he touches me right now, this might be over before it starts, plus I just want him inside me as soon as humanly possible. “Not this time.”
“Not this time?” His eyebrows raise. “We can do this again?”
Pausing, I blink down at him. “Yes? I’m vers. I mean, I’d love to top you if you’d want that. But yeah, we can definitely do this again. Not a one-time thing.”
He seems to relax with my words. “Okay.”
After covering my fingers in lube, I reach behind me, sliding two of them into myself quickly. It burns a little, but I push through. Mostly because, like I said… I’m dying for this.
Theo’s eyes bore into mine as I stretch myself with two and then three fingers. I can’t stop little groans and whimpers from spilling out of me as my fingers graze my prostate and my cock drools pre-cum onto his skin.
His eyes flick from my face to my cock and back again, and he reaches down to wrap his hand around his cock. I look down, watching as he grips the base tightly, then trails his fingers along it before teasing the head with his fingertips.
He chokes on a groan, back arching.
“Fuck,” I breathe, working my fingers deeper inside as I spread them apart and pull on my rim to stretch myself. “Put the condom on, gorgeous.”
He fumbles for it, dropping it once with how badly his hands are shaking before ripping it open with his teeth and rolling it down his length.
