He stops me when I reach for his pants, then brings his fingers up to dance them along my arm. “I love your tattoos. I didn’t realize how hot they could be until you.”
I grin. I mean, how can I not when he talks to me that way? “Say more,” I joke, and he snickers, then begins kissing them.
“I love how independent you are. That one look at you says you don’t take shit.” He runs his hand down my torso. “I love your lean, lithe body. How feral you get for sucking cock. That you make things fun, even when you’re grumpy.”
I chuckle. “I like being grumpy.”
“I like that about you too. Is it your favorite thing about yourself? I asked you once and you couldn’t tell me.”
“My favorite things are all the things you like about me,” I answer honestly.
“Then, everything.”
The words hardly leave his mouth before we’re kissing again, hard and fast and hungry, like if we don’t take advantage of this moment, it’ll be ripped away from us. We each reach for the other’s pants, him tugging down my sweats, me his joggers. I’m freeballing, so he’s got immediate access to my cock, stroking me while I work on getting his boxer briefs down. His dick is hot to the touch, scorching and already slick with precum.
“Why does it feel so right to be here with you?” he asks against my skin, each word responsible for every beat of my heart.
I want to tell him it’s always been him for me, that I’vealways wanted him to be mine, that no matter how wrong it is, I always would have chosen him, and even if I lose everything else in my life, I can survive it if he stays mine.
Instead, I finish stripping him, then pull him to the bed. Hunter laughs when I push him down on it, bouncing slightly. When I step out of my sweats, something comes over me, and I jump on top of him, straddling him in this playful, silly way. I pinch his nipples, and Hunter laughs, then bucks his body like he’s trying to get me off him.
“Aren’t you tired from the game?” I hold my own, wondering how he has any energy at all, but he seems totally fine.
“Not too tired for this.” Before I can stop him, Hunter flips me. He has me on my back, him on top of me, his hands pressing my wrists to the bed.
“Now that you have me here, what are you going to do with me?”
He takes my mouth again, and we kiss while he holds me down, switching back to a lazy stroke of tongues as if we have forever.
When he lets go of my wrists, I grab the lube from the nightstand. Hunter slicks his fingers, works his mouth down my body, and sucks my dick into his mouth. I arch up, thrusting between his lips, the room spinning, my body floating. He pushes two fingers into me, working me open as he takes my dick deep into his mouth.
“Fuck, that’s it. Suck that cock,” I tell him, petting his head, looking down at the sexiest man I’ve ever seen with his head in my lap, worshipping my dick like it’s his king. I writhe upward, wiggle my ass as he keeps fucking me with his thick, talented fingers, his skilled mouth making love to my cock. It all feels so good that I’m already hanging on by a thread. “Jesus, so good. I want to shoot in your mouth, want to watch you swallow my cum, but I’m dying to have youinside me. I want you to fill me up with you, Hunt. I want you to fill me and stay inside me as long as you can.”
“Christ,” he curses, grabbing the lube.
I haven’t gotten to touch his dick nearly enough tonight, but I’m shaking with the need for Hunter to fuck me, and I don’t want to do anything that will cause that to take longer.
“I was going to eat your ass first,” he says, “but I’m fucking dying.”
“Fuck me now. You can eat it later. I was just thinking about how much I want to blow you too.”
“You have a great fucking mouth.” He traces my lips with his fingers, then shoves two into my mouth. I suck them like they’re his cock, let my tongue twist and spin around them, fucking whimpering when he pulls free.
Hunter slicks up his cock, and I make sure my legs are nice and spread for him. The second I feel the blunt head of his erection against my hole, I wrap my legs around him, pulling Hunter closer.
“Fuck, you’re hungry for it, aren’t you?”
“Yes. Hungry for you.”
“Can you let me fuck you but not come? I want to fill you with my load, then take yours.”
My head spins. How the fuck can I say no to that? I’d love a shot at him after he fills me, would love to feel the tight suction of his body that was made for my cock.
“Yes. Do it. Come in me.”
Like he so often does, he kisses me first. He doesn’t offer me his tongue this time, just a sweet press of lips, but it’s almost enough to be my undoing. How the fuck can such a simple kiss feel like so much more? Like it carries emotions upon emotions with it?
Hunter gives small thrusts of his hips, working himself deeper each time, until he’s buried all the way inside me. “Christ, you feel good. Love the way you take me.” Hunter slips his hand between us, giving my aching cock a slow stroke.
