But he said I make him feel good. Me. That means something to me.
“I’m more selfish than you’ll ever know.” He looks away, but I grab his face, holding it so he has to keep eye contact with me.
I’ll have to be the one to do this, I think. And maybe that will save Hunter some pain. If he’s not the one saying the words, the one pushing for us to keep doing whatever the fuck we’re doing, then I’ll carry the burden of our betrayal.
“No. You’re not.” I cup his cheek, run my hand down hisneck, then back up again to hold his face. “If we make each other feel good, we should keep doing it. No one has to know. It’s just sex and friendship. We fuck, and hike, and I make you eat shitty food and tell you how much football sucks, and when you don’t want to do it anymore, we won’t.” Shit. I should have saidwe, notyou. But Hunter doesn’t catch on, doesn’t realize it’s all up to him, that I’ll do this for as long as he wants.
“Football doesn’t suck.”
“No?” I cock a brow. “I guess that’s subjective. Idosuck, though…and I really,reallywanna suck right now.”
Hunter laughs, rich and earthy andreal, and fuck, do I love the sound of it. I flip him onto his back, his head on my pillows, a wide smile on his face. God, it’s ridiculous and annoying how perfect he looks. I swear the man belongs in one of those old TV shows with the flawless men who look the part and never do anything wrong. I hate that it gets me going so much. It wouldn’t with anyone but him.
“I wiped myself off when I was in the bathroom,” he says.
“And you didn’t bring anything for my ass? And here I thought you were a gentleman.”
I bite his pec, then suck the skin there, making Hunter hiss. “Damn it. I’ll go get something.”
I chuckle. “I’m giving you shit. My ass is off-limits for the rest of the night anyway. It’s been a while since I bottomed.” I keep kissing and licking my way down his body, taking my time at his bruises, trying to make them better with my mouth.
“Hey,” he says, and when I don’t respond, he takes my face in his hands so I’m looking at him.
“I want to suck your dick, Hunt.”
“Did I hurt you?”
My heart stutters. “No. You didn’t hurt me.” Not yet, buthe will, and I’m not talking about my ass.
“Good.” He gives me a gentle smile. It’s wild to me how he can be so good, so kind; that he’s spent his life in the toxic world of sports, yet never let that toxicity seep into him. Maybe the Hunter now is more bruised than the one he used to be, a little dinged up—or at least, I think he probably sees himself that way. As though the partying and hookups are something he should be ashamed of. But they’re not, of course, and somehow, he’s sensitive and bighearted even in a world that tells men they shouldn’t be. Even with a man like my father telling him he shouldn’t be.
“Can I suck your cock now? Think I can get one more load out of your balls tonight? I wanna swallow this one down. The condom got it all last time.” I poke out my bottom lip, pretending to pout.
“You’re so fucking wild,” he says, but strangely, it’s like he’s beaming when he says it.
“Is that a yes?”
“Yes,” Hunter answers.
I drop my head to his lap, sucking his half-hard dick into my mouth. He moans, his fingers finding their way into my hair again. Is that something he likes? Something he does with all his lovers, or only with me?
But that kind of thinking is dangerous.
I play with his balls, licking and kissing his shaft before sucking him again. It doesn’t take me long to get him hard. His skin tastes salty and so fucking delicious, and I take him deep, want to inhale every single part of him. Hunter hisses, thrusting his hips slightly, fucking into my mouth.
“Christ, Lucas. You’re so fucking good at this. You look so hot with my dick in your mouth.” Then, softly, reverently, “I can’t believe I’m here with you.”
That makes two of us, but instead of telling him that, Itry to show him with my body how much I appreciate him, that I’ll worship at the altar of Hunter King for as long as he’ll let me.
Soon, his thighs tense, his hand in my hair tightening as he says, “Look at me. I want to look at you when I give you my load.”
It reminds me of when he was fucking me, how he changed positions, and how intense his gaze on me had been. Like somehow he’d needed it.
We make eye contact, his deep-blue eyes holding mine.
“Fuck…yes, Lucas,” he says, just before his cock jerks and spurts into my mouth. The first salty burst of cum on my tongue wakes up my senses, making me cravemore.
I swallow down every bit that he gives me, savor it like my last meal, and when Hunter pulls me to him, holding my face in his hands as he kisses me, I realize how screwed I am.
