“I’ll fucking kill you.”
I laugh, and he grunts.
“Shit. That makes your cock twitch inside me.”
“Don’t you laugh, or this really will be over.” If his body starts clenching, I’m done for.
“I’m laid out beneath you. What are you going to do with me?” he asks, and something about those words does me in.
“I’m going to fuck you until you can’t see straight, until you’re screaming my name.”
I pull back, then thrust into him, over and over and over again. I take him hard and fast, our bodies smacking together. Each time I slam into him, Lucas sucks in a sharp breath.
“Yes. Like that. Fuck me, Hunt. Show me how much you want me,” he orders before there’s a softer… “Please.”
Thepleasekicks me up a notch, makes me feel like I’ll lose my damn mind, like nothing exists other than Lucas and me. I pull him up to his knees, Lucas going easily. His body is arched, his chest still pressed against the mattress. Kneeling behind him, hands tight on his hips, I continue to pleasure us both. Lucas wraps a hand around his cock, stroking while I fuck him.
Why does this feel so different? Like I’ve never been inside someone before.
“Fuck yes. Just like that. Make me feel it tomorrow,” he says, the words making me drunk. I’m high off Lucas and don’t ever want to come down.
His body feels so fucking good, my orgasm so close, all I have to do is reach out and grab it, but…I want to see him. I want to see Lucas when I make him come…when I give in to the pleasure too.
I pull out of him, Lucas immediately looking over his shoulder, catching my gaze. “What are you…”
“Turn over. I just…” The rest of the words don’t come out. They feel safer in my head. It feels weird that I need to look him in the eyes to come. It feels too soon to want that, despite how far back we go.
“Okay.” Lucas moves to his back, and I pull his legs over my shoulders, slamming into him again. He’s flexible as hell, doesn’t seem to be uncomfortable being folded in half like this, his body’s grip welcome on my cock.
We watch each other, me leaning over him, pumping my hips into him, the tight squeeze of his ass pulling me closer and closer to the edge. Lucas strokes himself, precum leaking onto his belly, eyes falling closed, mouth open, mumbling words I can’t make out, except for a curse here and there. I lower my mouth to his, like he can speak into mine and I’ll catch every word. My tongue slides into his mouth, my dick filling him again, when suddenly his body stiffens beneath me, his hole tightens, and his head drops back as he groans, “Hunter. Fuck yes, Hunter,” thick streams of his release spurting between us.
His cheeks are pink, with a five o’clock shadow, his hair is messy, and Christ, how did it take me so long to see how beautiful Lucas is? That’s my last thought before I lose control, letting myself sink deeper into the pleasure he gives me, cock twitching as I come.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Lucas
Hunter slides outof me, my body instantly feeling empty. He lies on his back beside me, looking at the ceiling, breathing heavily, his body tinged with sweat, one hand flat on his stomach. I’m counting the seconds, waiting for the inevitable—Hunter leaving. If he couldn’t handle our blowjob session last week, I can’t imagine what’s going through his head right now.
And I get it, how it can mess with his brain, same as it messes with mine, the difference being, it’s not enough for me to stop. Never enough for me to stop. Even if he walks out right now and comes back for another fuck tomorrow or the next day, I’ll say yes. I’m a glutton for punishment. I’ve tortured myself all my life, and I don’t see that stopping now.
“I’m sorry,” he says.
Here we go. That didn’t take long at all. “You should at least get rid of the condom first.”
“Wait. What?”
I look at Hunter. His brows are pulled together, confusion on his perfect, boy-next-door face.
“Before you leave. You should get rid of the condom,” I repeat as if he wasn’t going to do that anyway.
The confusion on his face deepens. “You’re kicking me out?”
“Didn’t you just say you’re sorry because you’re about to bail on me again? Whatever. It is what it is. We both got an O out of it, so what else is there to say?” I sit on the edge of the bed, my back to him. I shouldn’t be taking this as hard as I am. I knew what this was. How many times have I left after a quick fuck with someone?
“Fuck off, Lucas. You’re being a dick.” He rolls out of bed but doesn’t go for his clothes, instead heading into the en suite.
Keeping my gaze away from him, I grab my pack of cigarettes and light one. I rarely smoke in my condo, but I need one right now.
