“More,” I say, panting against the glass. “I can take more.”
Hunter rubs his hand slowly over my ass cheek, working his finger in and out of me even more slowly. “You’ll take what I give you, won’t you, sweetheart?”
My balls tighten, pulling up to my body. “Ugh, that’s so hot.”
He chuckles lightly, then pulls out before pressing against my hole with two. “There you go, sweetheart. Let me in.”
His fingers slip past the resistance, and he works them in and out of me carefully. I’m convinced I’m on the verge of coming hands-free when he adds a third. He stretches my rim, brushing my prostate every so often. Never enough to get me off, and not consistent enough for me to guess when it’s coming, but just enough that each one sends a shudder through my body.
“Please.” I press my face harder into the mirror. It’s warmed to my skin now and is doing nothing to cool me down. “Please, please, please.”
I’m begging, I know I am, but I don’t even care. I’m nothing but whimpers and shudders and shivers running down my spine and the wordpleaseover and over like a prayer.
Finally, finally, finally, Hunter pulls his fingers free of my body and stands.
“Up, sweetheart. I want you to watch.”
I force my forehead off the mirror and take us both in. Hunter’s hair is a mess, his eyes wild and filled with lust. His lips are swollen, cheeks flushed. I’m not sure I’ve ever seen him look so undone.
In the reflection, I see him grip the base of his cock and press forward, notching it against my hole.
I hold my breath. Not out of fear, but anticipation.
“Still yes?” he asks softly, breath gusting over my ear.
“Yes,” I croak out. “Still yes.”
He sinks into me inch by thick inch, and a sheen of sweat breaks out on my skin.
“God, you’re takin’ me so well, sweetheart. Does it feel good?”
I nod, gasping when he bottoms out.
“Fuck, you’re so tight.” He presses a kiss to my shoulder. “Perfect.” Another. “Made for me.” Another. “All mine.”
I nod frantically, my cock pulsing. “Yours.”
“That’s right, gorgeous.”
He slides out slowly, making me feel each inch before pushing back in and bottoming out. We both moan, our noises ticking up as he does it again and again.
“Eyes up, Theo. Want you to watch,” he pants. “Watch how beautiful you are.”
I whine low in my throat, and my stomach clenches as I force my eyes up to my face. My lips are parted, the bottom one wet. My eyes aren’t empty; they’re full of lust and heat and fucking want. My cheeks are rosy, my hair sticking to my damp forehead. I look so…alive.
“Beautiful.”Thrust. “So fucking beautiful.”Thrust. “Look at your eyes. Full of life and burnin’ for me.”Thrust. “Are you burnin’, sweetheart?”
An embarrassingly loud moan rips from my throat. “Yes.”
My body tenses as I watch us, tingles racing down my spine as I climb higher and higher. I’m so close. So close. So fucking close. “I’m gonna… I—”
Hunter wraps his hand around my cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts. The dual sensation makes my knees weak, and the sweat on my skin is making my hands slip against the mirror.
“That’s it, gorgeous. I want you to come.” Oh, I’m fucking going to. “Paint this mirror with it.”
My breath comes in choppy pants as he strokes me, my spine arching as I try to get him deeper and speed up his hand at the same time.
“You’re leakin’ so much, Theo. Feels good, huh? I’m gonna do this with you for the rest of our lives. Just like this. Gonna spend my whole life making sure you see how beautiful and strong you are.”
