I wink at him, and he laughs too when the joke lands. “Very cute. Okay, you wanna use spoiled milk for this?”
I shake my head. “No, I trust you. I trust that my stop will mean stop and my no will mean no.”
“Always, gorgeous. Fucking always.”
Sinking his fingers into my hair, he drags me back to him, peppering my face with kisses.
My skin is buzzing with electric currents by the time he finally pulls away, every inch tingling and warm.
“I want you to get undressed, sweetheart. Okay?” I nod frantically. “And then I want you to face the mirror and stroke yourself until I get back.”
I’m not sure that’s the greatest idea, given how hard my cock is throbbing already, but I’ll do my best. If I go slow, it should be okay.
Hunter steps away, and I unbutton my jeans with shaky fingers before pushing them down my legs and stepping out of them. My boxers are next, and when they’re off, I turn to look in the mirror.
I let my eyes dip to where my cock is jutting out from my body. It’s so hard it almost hurts, and the tip is weeping pre-cum.
Taking a deep breath, I wrap my hand around the base, then slowly stroke upward. Maybe it’s a strange thing to get off on, but watching myself in the mirror is turning me on even more.
When I stroke up and a bead of pre-cum drips from my slit to the floor, I moan.
“Doing okay, sweetheart?” Hunter asks, rummaging around behind me.
I can’t see him in the reflection, and even though I want to, I don’t move. For some reason, not knowing what he’s doing… Well, it’s kind of doing it for me.
I trust him so fucking much. And that’s almost unfathomable to me.
He steps up behind me, and I don’t lift my eyes from where my hand is slowly stroking my cock.
“So beautiful,” he sighs. “Okay, sweetheart. You ready?”
I nod, whimpering when his fingers brush my hips.
“Hands on the mirror and bend over for me.”
I listen immediately, letting go of my cock and pressing my hands against the glass as I bend forward. I’m fully exposed, and I should feel strange or uncomfortable orsomething,but I don’t.
All I feel is stark fucking relief and so fucking horny.
“What are you gonna—” My words cut off as Hunter’s hands split me open and his tongue presses against my hole.Holy fuck. Holy fuck.A loud moan rips from my throat, and I bend forward, pushing my hips back to get more.
Hunter grips my ass cheeks, his fingers kneading as his tongue makes slow circles around my hole.
“Oh my God,” I gasp out, head falling forward until my forehead is pressed against the cool glass. “Oh fuck.”
He hums like he’s agreeing with me, then flattens his tongue and licks a stripe upward that has my knees buckling.
No one has ever done this to me before, and I was missing out. Every nerve ending in my body is attuned to him, to my hole, and to the way his wet tongue is lapping at it. When he stiffens it and presses the tip inside my body, I moan, my breath fogging up the mirror.
It’s so good. It feels so fucking good. I try to tell Hunter that, but I’m pretty sure it comes out as a garbled mess of whimpers and moans and not words.
My dick pulses, and I reach down to stroke it. Everything amplifies. The stroking sends bolts of lightning through me, and the insistent way Hunter is taking me apart circles to my aching, leaking cock.
I’m dying for friction, so I stroke myself quickly, nearly collapsing from how intense it feels. “I need you,” I somehow manage to say. “Please, Hunter.”
He sits back instantly, and I let go of my cock when he does. The cap of the lube opening echoes in the room, and then a cool, wet finger is being pressed to my hole.
I bear down, my body remembering what it’s supposed to do, and it slides in effortlessly. He seeks my prostate out right away, and when he grazes it, my dick jerks.
