Leaning forward, he presses his lips to my sternum. He’s not touching my scar, but he’s close to it. He kisses his way down my stomach, not actively trying to touch it, but not avoiding it either, and when his lips touch raised flesh, I nearly cringe.
It’s hard to feel bad, though, when he settles between my legs on his stomach and keeps going. Mostly because he’s rocking his hips, thrusting against the mattress, like maybe kissing me like this is turning him on so much that he can’t help himself.
Sinking my fingers into his hair, I tug lightly on the strands, my cock throbbing when he responds with a breathy moan.
He goes lower, lips brushing my hip bones, teeth scraping my skin, his stubble rough, and electricity shoots down my spine. I’m leaking so much that I know my boxers are wet, and I need to come so badly I can hardly stand it.
“Please,” I gasp, trying to move my hips to get friction.
Sitting up, Hunter tugs my pants and boxers down my legs in one movement, and when my cock springs free, flushed and wet at the tip, he groans, his tongue darting out to wet his lower lip.
“Can I?”
“Can you what?”
“Taste you.”
I nod, my stomach tightening in anticipation. His tongue licks a path up my cock, and I groan, tingles starting in my fingers and spreading up my arms. Holy fuck, I’m gonna come so fast.
He laves his tongue over the head of my cock, collecting my leaking pre-cum, and when he moans, I nearly lose it.
“I want to get off with you,” I manage to choke out.
Hunter sits up, pulling his boxers down and tossing them somewhere across the room.
Climbing over me, he wraps us both in his hand. His cock is steel against mine, hot to the touch and pulsing with its own heartbeat. “Is this okay?”
Words have left me, and all I can do is throw my head back and moan.
He starts working his hand over our cocks in a slow rhythm, and my hips rock too, matching the pace.
It’s dry, but it feels indescribable.
“You like that, sweetheart? God, you feel so fucking good. So glad I get to have this with you. Fuck.”
He lets go of us, and I almost protest, but then he’s holding his hand under my chin. “Spit.”
I spit into his palm, and then he wraps his hand back around us. The extra glide feels like actual heaven, and I really am gonna comesoembarrassingly fast.
Hunter picks up the pace, and I have no hope of staying quiet.
Each stroke draws a new whimper, each twist of his hand over our heads a gasp, and each slow squeeze of our bases has me thrashing my head against the pillow.
Hunter’s quieter, but not by much, and his ragged breathing is turning me on more than I thought it would.
“Feels good,” I rasp out, wanting to make sure he knows.
“I know, gorgeous,” he says. “I can tell. Your body is so responsive. The sounds you’re making are drivin’ me wild.” My dick jerks, pre-cum spilling out over his fingers. “That’s it, sweetheart. You’re gonna come for me, aren’t you?”
Oh, I so fucking am.
“Come on, gorgeous. Let go. Come for me.”
My back arches as I cry out, my orgasm exploding through me. I whine with each pulse of my cock as rope after rope of cum shoots out and covers my stomach and chest.
“Fuck,” Hunter says, drawing the u out in a long moan that ends with his body tensing and his cum adding to my mess.
He collapses against me, and I wrap my arms around him, pulling him in close as I bury my face in his throat and inhale. He smells like hay and sex and sweat, and I could live in him and his scent forever.
