He scowls and shoves lightly at my chest, but I don’t let go. My hands tighten at his waist, fingers sinking into the soft flesh of his hips.
“You’re such an asshole,” he mutters. “You can’t just call me a nerd and expect me to be okay with it. It’s rude.”
“I also called you sexy.”
He groans, burying his face against my chest. “Shut up.”
“I think nerds are hot,” I murmur against his hair. “I love when you teach me things. Makes me feel so damn lucky.”
A breath shivers out of him. “Mason.”
I’m not sure if he’s saying my name like a plea, a protest, or both.
I coax his head away from my chest and force our eyes to meet. “Talk nerdy to me.”
“Stop making fun of me,” he whispers.
“I’m not.” I press Hunter’s hand against my crotch, where my cock is already stiffening in my shorts. “This is how you make me feel, Hunter. You’re so fucking hot.”
He whimpers, eyes screwed shut. “Mason, please.”
“I need you to understand,” I say, grinding against his palm, “the way you light up when you talk about plants and bees and goddamn silica—fuck, it kills me. Your passion, your brain… it turns me on so much.”
He looks embarrassed, face flushed, eyes half-hooded, but I can feel his cock stiffening against my thigh. He loves praise. He loves being told how smart he is, even if he won’t admit it out loud.
“Tell me more about the sand,” I urge.
His blush deepens, but he obeys, voice shaky. “It’s—um, silica. From quartz. When glaciers moved south from Canada, they crushed the quartz into grains. That’s… that’s why the beaches sing.”
I groan and mouth at his neck, sucking marks into his skin. He gasps, his painted nails raking down my back, tilting his head to give me better access. I kiss him rough and hungry, drinking down his shivers.
“M-Mason,” he stutters, his voice trembling.
“I want you to fuck me,” I mumble against his collarbone. “Will you?”
He freezes, shoulders stiff. “You… you want me to fuck you?”
“More than anything.” My voice cracks with it. “Have you ever—”
“No.” His answer is sharp, almost defensive. “That… wasn’t an option with Travis.”
I nod slowly. “Right.”
His eyes flick up. “You’ve bottomed before?”
“Just once,” I admit. I bite my lip, noticing the panic flashing through his eyes. “We don’t have to if you don’t want to.”
He shakes his head quickly. “No, I want to. I really want to. I just… I don’t want to be bad at it.”
I kiss the curve of his neck, soothing. “You won’t be. I’ll guide you through it, babyface. You’ll make me feel so good.”
His nod is unsteady, but his eyes burn with desire.
I waste no time dragging Hunter back to the cabin, gripping his wrist tight. I shove him through the door, kissing him frantically as we stumble upstairs. Clothes are torn off in haste, littering the stairwell behind us like breadcrumbs.
In the loft, I press Hunter into the mattress, hands anchored to his hips. It bounces beneath us as I clamber on top of him, devouring him with my gaze.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Hunter,” I murmur, threading my fingers through his silky hair.
