“Fucking incredible,” I groan.
His fingers work me open until I’m trembling, desperate. I’d only bottomed once before in college, with Sam, and it didn’t feel anything like this. While I didn’t necessarilydislikeit, I didn’t love it, either.
But this feeling is so fucking good—dangerously so.
I squeeze my eyes shut and bite my tongue, terrified that I might do something embarrassing, likewhimper. I’ve never felt this vulnerable before. It’s terrifying and exhilarating at the same time.
“How do you want to do this?” Hunter asks.
“Like this,” I say softly. “Wanna see your face.”
His cheeks turn beet red as he nods, pulling out his fingers. He grabs the condom and tries to put it on clumsily, but his fingers fumble with the latex, slipping.
I snort. “Having difficulty?”
“Shut up,” he hisses. “I don’t normally do this.”
“Let me help.”
I lean forward and roll the condom over his shaft. His lashes flutter in response to my touch. Seizing the opportunity, I squirt some more lube into my palm and stroke him, coating his length.
He looks down at me with wide, desperate eyes as I jerk him off. “Please. Wanna feel you.”
“Shh. It’s okay. You can fuck me now.”
I release his cock, and Hunter quickly hovers above me. I hook my legs around his waist, urging him closer until the blunt head of his dick nudges against my stretched hole. His necklace dangles between us, the beachglass pendant brushing against my pecs.
“Ready?” he asks softly.
I nod impatiently. “Yes. C’mon.”
He slowly eases inside, inch by inch. His eyes lock with mine, comforting, like a warm brown blanket draped across my body. When he’s all the way inside, I feel impossibly full, stretched to the brim in the best way possible.
My breath trembles. “Fuck, Hunter.”
“You okay?” he asks, face tender, almost afraid.
I inhale a deep breath before whispering, barely audible, “Kiss me, baby.”
It hits me then that I’ve never called him that before—justbaby. It’s always beenbabyfacewith a teasing undertone, but this is different. The nickname feels new and fragile.
He smashes our lips together desperately. It’s sloppy and intermingled with Hunter’s breathless moans. He begins to thrust into me, slow and steady, each one drawing a desperate grunt from my throat. I keep my hands on his face, refusing to let him look away.
“You feel so good, Mase. So fucking tight.”
The air is filled with the sounds of slapping skin, wet kisses, and the distant lake lapping against the shore through the open windows. I grind down against him, taking him deeper, drawing a strangled gasp from his lips.
My heels dig into his lower back. “Harder.”
He obeys, his hips slamming into mine, fucking me fast and desperate. As he brushes my prostate with each thrust, my body vibrates with need. Hunter whimpers, his mouth falling open as he rocks into me. He trails kisses on my neck, nibbling and biting the sensitive skin.
His hand snakes between us, wrapping around my cock. My back arches off the bed as I fuck his fist.
“Just like that, baby. Make me come.”
He strokes me a few more times, his length driving deep inside me, and I can’t hold off any longer. With a breathy moan, my release splashes onto my stomach.
He fucks me through my orgasm, fisting my curls. The delicious sting slips through the white-hot pleasure clouding my brain. My entire body trembles beneath him, thighs shaking.
