“Fucking hell, Hunter,” I rasp. “So good.”
My hips thrust forward without permission. I almost apologize, but then he moans around me, the vibration making my entire body shudder.
“I’m close,” I warn, voice strangled.
Instead of pulling back, he grabs my ass and forces me in deeper. His lips are slick and stretched around my cock, his cheeks hollowing with every suck. His hand slips between my legs and cups my balls, rolling them gently. My orgasm snaps through me like a riptide.
“H-Hunter—” I stutter as I come, spilling into his mouth.
He keeps going, sucking me through the waves of pleasure, swallowing every drop. My thighs tremble. I have to grab the barrel beside me to stop myself from sliding to the floor.
When he finally pulls off, his lips are shiny and red. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and looks up at me with that infuriating smirk.
“You good?” he asks.
I nod numbly, unable to find the words.
Hunter grins wider, like he’s proud of himself—and he definitely should be. Because that was more than good. That was fucking everything.
I carefully pull up my trunks and reconnect my pump. I grab Hunter’s shoulders and spin us around to switch our positions, manhandling him with ease. He’s perfect and pliant in my hands.
“My turn,” I say, falling to my knees.
He looks down at me, eyes heavy-lidded, teeth digging into the pink flesh of his lower lip.
“These fucking shorts,” I groan, fumbling with the hem. “It’s like you’re trying to kill me.”
I tug down his briefs, releasing his cock. It’s a beautiful dick—average length, uncut, surrounded by a neat trim of black hair. God, it’s been so long since I’ve touched a dick. And for some reason, this feels even more intimidating than my previous hookups.
Because it’s Hunter.
“I won’t last long,” he cautions, voice shy and shaky.
I hum. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”
I wrap my hand around his cock and bring my mouth to the tip, tasting the salty slickness of precome as I swallow him down. He whines, fisting my curls while I bob along his length, steady and greedy.
My hands slide to his ass, squeezing the round doughy muscles. I grope shamelessly, finally touching what I’ve been fantasizing about for weeks. Then I push him deeper into my mouth, my tongue swirling at the tip each time I pull back. His hips stutter.
“Fuck, Mason—oh my god,” he moans.
My name sounds so beautiful when he moans it like that. He says it like a prayer.
I squeeze his ass again, my thumb tracing along the crease until he lets out a sharp gasp.
“I’m so close, I—Mason—”
He spills in my mouth, legs shaking, hips bucking helplessly. I swallow his load greedily, savoring the twitch of his cock against my tongue. My eyes flutter shut as I ride out his release with him.
When I finally pull off, I lick my lips. My jaw is sore, my knees aching from kneeling on the wooden floor, but I don’t care. Not when he’s looking at me like this—eyes hazy, chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath.
He tugs up his shorts with unsteady hands. He looks at me hesitantly, like he’s afraid I might bolt out the door and ignore him again. It makes my heart ache.
“I’ve wanted to do that for a long time,” I admit as I stand to my feet, hoping it’ll assure him I’m not going anywhere.
His lips part, surprised. “Really?”
“Yes,” I say without hesitation. I reach up, brushing damp strands of fringe behind his ear. “I meant what I said at the bar. I think you’re very pretty.”
