My breath hitches. Hunter is standing there, naked as I am, his cock soft and hanging between his legs. The man’s body is to die for, this sculpture of a man, carved out of stoneand made exactly for me. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
“I was thinking the same about you.” Hunter steps closer, then closer still.
“So I’ve heard,” I tease, and he chuckles. “I’m so sorry,” I say when he climbs onto the bed and straddles me. “That he knows. That we have to deal with this. That being with me is—”
“What I want,” Hunter cuts me off. “Being with you is what I want, and none of this is your fault. It won’t be easy, but I want it.”
My heart swells, growing so big it’s hard to breathe.
I wrap my hand around his shaft and give it a stroke. He’s already coming to life for me, so I keep going. “I want this.”
Hunter nods, pushing up on his knees and moving closer to my mouth. My head is propped up on his pillows, so the angle is good. He traces my lips with the head of his dick. He smells so fucking good, slightly musky, but also fresh like maybe he spent some time downstairs getting ready for me.
“Open,” he orders, and I do. Hunter pushes his dick into my mouth, going deep before pulling out again, then rubbing his spit-slick cock on my cheek. “I was so fucked in the head today. I didn’t know what to do, what to think, but no matter how many disaster situations my mind built up, the truth was still there…that none of it is enough to make me want to stop. I don’t ever want to stop being with you.” His dick slides into my mouth again, not giving me the chance to respond, so instead I moan around him, suck him, offer him all my hungry sounds so he knows none of it is enough to make me stop either.
I rub my hands up his thighs, around to his ass, grabbing it, pulling him closer, needing as much of Hunter in my mouth as I can take.
“Fuck, you’re so good at that. Look at you taking my dicklike it was made for you. It was, baby. This feels so right.”
I try to show him how much I agree, give him all the pleasure I can, filling the room with sounds of how much I want him, while Hunter fucks into my mouth. He doesn’t take his eyes off me, intense and passionate, the blue in them looking almost like it’s swirling.
Hunter wants me.
Despite the things in our past I wish were different, despite the guilt I’ll always feel for being with him, we’re in love, and I plan to make sure he knows I will always choose him…and that I’m starting to believe he’ll choose me too.
He continues to use my mouth, every few minutes pulling out and rubbing his cock on my face. I’m fucking feral for it, feral for him, sliding my finger into his crack and rubbing his hole. I slip my finger into my mouth, get it slick, then push the tip inside his ass as he slides his dick into my mouth again. I love the taste of him, the scent of him, the feel of his hot, hard dick on my tongue and his tight hole around my finger.
“Sit on my face,” I order when he pulls his cock out of my mouth again.
Hunter’s pupils flare, and then he’s scrambling into position. I lick up his crease, the taste heady, and savor all that is Hunter.
“Fuck,” he says when my tongue finds his hole. I pull him down harder against me, making a meal of his ass, which I know gives him so much pleasure. Hunter rides my face with all the skill and determination he has on the field. “Jesus, that’s so good. I love the way you eat my ass. Come on, baby. Give me more.”
I stiffen my tongue, push at his hole, work my way into him, tongue-fucking Hunter. I could spend my whole fucking life right here, in this bed, tasting and pleasuring every part of him, over and over again.
I hear him spit, and then his hand wraps around my dick, stroking me while he’s riding my face.
I don’t know why the sex feels different than it did yesterday or the day before. Maybe because my dad knows, and we aren’t sure what will happen, yet Hunter is still here, choosing me. There’s power in that, strength in it. I don’t feel like I’ve ever been chosen in my life, not really, and not by someone I needed so badly to pick me.
“Fuck me. I need you to fuck me, Lucas. Want to feel you,” he begs so fucking beautifully, I almost come. This is what I wanted too.
With a growl, I lift him off me and grab the lube. Hunter hurries onto his hands and knees, upper body lower, arching so fucking perfectly for me, his tight, football-player ass waiting for me to take him.
“I want to photograph you like this again,” I say, slicking my fingers, then pushing two inside him. “With my fingers in you, my cock in you. I want evidence of you in every fucking position I can think of, so I’ll always have proof I had you this way.”
“You’re not going to lose me,” Hunter promises, making me realize what I just said.
He’s here. He chose you. You’ll fucking fight to make this work.
Because Iama fighter. I always have been. If not, I would be on that field with Hunter, following my father’s dreams for me.
“I know. I won’t fucking allow it. You’re mine, Hunt. I’m not giving you up. Not fucking ever.”
I pull my fingers out, knowing he’s ready for me. Once my cock is slicked up, I wrap my arms around him, pulling Hunter up so his back is against my chest, hold the base of my dick, and push into him.
“Fuck…Lucas…God, yes. I love it so fucking much.”
“I love you. I have always loved you. Will always love you. You’re so fucking mine.”
