“If you don’t want me to come, you might not want to do that when you’re fucking me.”
“But I’m not fucking you yet. I’m just enjoying being inside you.”
I grin. “You don’t think I’m enjoying that too? That alone is almost enough to make me come.” I know what he’s doing, letting me adjust to him being inside me, but I don’t need that right now. “Let me feel you. Fuck me, Hunt.”
He pulls back and thrusts forward again, pumping his hips like his life depends on it. I love watching Hunter above me, seeing the way his body strains and his muscles tighten as he takes his pleasure from my body. Despite his focus on what he’s doing, the clear determination to make us both feel good, his eyes always soften when he’s in me, like he feels as soft inside as I do.
“Fuck yes,” I say, digging my heels into his ass, dancing my hand along the warm landscape of his skin. Hunter feels as good as he looks, little sparks of electricity pulsing through my fingertips as I explore him.
“You’re so beautiful,” he tells me, almost making me lose my rhythm, the gentle amazement in his voice hitting every pleasure spot inside me.
He adjusts his body, changing his angle. Each time his cock brushes over my prostate, all the good sensations in my body grow and multiply, until it’s almost too much.
“Give me your load. I want it. Fill me up. I want your cum inside me. You gotta do it now if you don’t want me to shoot.”
“Oh fuck!” Hunter’s throat tightens, jaw clenched as he keeps pumping. His cock spasms inside me, his bodybecoming jerkier with each thrust as he fucks through his orgasm, giving me exactly what I asked for as he releases inside me. He looks down at me, sweat on his brow, a loopy expression on his face, before his lips stretch into a smile.
A few minutes ago, Hunter told me I’m beautiful, but he doesn’t realize how beautiful he is like this—happy, pleasured, sated. From me.
He’s still got his blissed-out smile when he kisses me, then climbs right off me, onto his hands and knees. “Are you going to fuck me now?”
“I’m probably going to make it about three strokes,” I admit as I kneel and slick up my fingers. “I’m so fucking close.”
I push a finger inside him, then another. A puff of breath leaves his mouth, his back bowing. “You good?” I ask.
“Sensitive, but I want your cum, need to be as full of you as you are of me. Do it, baby. Take me.”
Baby.That might be my favorite word in the world.
I use my fingers on him, making sure he’s open and ready for me, then seconds later, I’m pushing my cock inside him. Hunter’s body takes me willingly, molds around me, squeezing my dick like we’re two pieces that fit perfectly together. The sound of my body slapping against his echoes through my head. My hands feel so right on his hips, holding him as he gives me his body. He’s so tight, tight and hot and fucking perfect that just like I knew I wouldn’t, I don’t last long. My orgasm slams into me like a wrecking ball, making my body splinter apart. I fuck through the pleasure, knowing there’s no way I can come back from this—filling him, owning him, doing everything in my power to make Hunter mine. And when my balls are wrung dry, when I’ve given him everything inside me, all I want to do is collapse and beg him to stay.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Hunter
My body isworn out, like I’m not sure my limbs still work, and what I crave is to pull Lucas into my arms and hold him, but somehow, I’m not done with him yet. I want to be close to him, want to have him in ways I’ve never had anyone else, want my scent all over his skin, and to taste every inch of his body.
“Fuck,” he says breathlessly, flopping onto his stomach beside me.
My fingers twitch, this dirty idea flittering through my head that is honestly not something I ever even thought of before. I let my hand start at his neck, massaging my way down his spine. “I said I wanted to eat you out…”
He turns his head so he’s facing me. “Now?”
“Yes,” I admit. “Tasting someone I just came inside… I’ve ever done that before, but I want to do it with you.”
“The lube…” he starts.
“I don’t give a fuck about the lube. Can I?”
Lucas gives me his mischievous grin, the one that’s wicked and beautiful and sexy at the same time. “Eat away.”
He makes me feel so comfortable, like I can try anything, crave anything, say or do anything, and Lucas will never look down on me for it. He won’t tell me all the ways I should do something else or be better. He lets me figure out what I want.
I settle between his spread legs, parting his ass cheeks. I see my cum there, a bit leaking out of his red, puffy rim. It’s one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen. I’ve tasted my cum before, of course, but never out of someone’s ass or pussy after I fucked them. But seeing his abused hole, knowing how much of me is inside him, and doing something dirty like this, makes my heart race. It’s fun and exciting, like everything with Lucas. His hole tightens and loosens, which makes me smile. It’s the most ridiculous reaction, but I can’t help it.
“Do it, Hunt. Taste me. Taste us together.”
It’s those last three words that spur me on, and I lash at his rim with my tongue. It tastes salty, of lube too, but mostly of Lucas’s body and my cum, the two of us mixed together in a way that makes me even hungrier for us. I bury my face in his ass, licking his crease, eating his hole, trying to devour every bit of him I can.
