Page 107 of Hunter

Chapter 42

Charlie

Two weeks later

I wake up slowly, floating somewhere between sleep and awareness, the kind of lazy morning where the world feels soft at the edges.

Warm lips press against the center of my chest.

I hum, still half-dreaming, as the kisses trail lower. A soft press just below my sternum. Another over my ribs. Then lower, across the soft plane of my stomach, where Hunter’s stubble scrapes lightly and makes my muscles twitch.

My eyes flutter open.

Hunter is between my spread thighs, propped on his elbows, looking up at me with dark, molten eyes and the softest smile I’ve ever seen on his face. Morning light filters through the curtains, painting gold across his shoulders and the scars on his upper arm. His hair is messy from sleep, and there’s a faint red mark on his neck from my mouth last night.

“Morning,” he murmurs, voice gravel-rough, before leaning down to kiss just above my navel.

A shiver rolls through me. “Hi…”

He doesn’t rush. He never does anymore. Every kiss feels like a promise. He maps my stomach with his mouth; open, wet presses of lips, the occasional drag of his tongue, the gentle scrape of teeth that makes my breath hitch. When he reaches the sensitive skin just below my belly button, he lingers, sucking lightly until I’m squirming.

“You’re so fucking pretty in the morning,” he whispers against my skin. “All soft and warm and mine.”

The word mine sinks into me like warm honey. I reach down and thread my fingers through his hair. He turns his head and kisses the inside of my wrist when it brushes his cheek.

Hunter shifts lower. He presses a slow line of kisses along the crease of my hip, then the other, teasing, avoiding where I’m already half-hard and aching for him. I’m breathing faster now, hips twitching despite myself.

“Patience,” he teases, nipping the skin of my inner thigh. “Let me love on you a little first.”

I laugh breathlessly, the sound breaking into a moan when he finally drags his tongue up the underside of my cock in one long, wet stripe. My back arches off the bed.

“Fuck—Hunter…”

He hums, pleased, and does it again, slower this time. When he reaches the head, he swirls his tongue around it, tasting the bead of precum that’s already leaking for him, before taking me into the wet heat of his mouth.

The sensation is overwhelming in the best way. Not rushed. Not desperate. Just Hunter loving me with his mouth like he has all the time in the world. He sinks down until I bump the back of his throat, then pulls back with a slick sound, eyes locked on mine the entire time.

I can’t look away. The sight of him—lips stretched around me, cheeks hollowed, dark lashes fanned against his cheeks—is almost too much. I tighten my grip in his hair, anchoring myself.

“You feel so good,” I breathe. “God, your mouth…”

He pulls off with a wet pop and strokes me slowly with his fist, thumb rubbing over the head on every upstroke. “I love how you taste,” he murmurs, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to the shaft. “Love how you sound when I do this.” He takes me deep again, swallowing around me, and the tight heat makes my toes curl.

I moan his name, hips rolling up in tiny, helpless movements. Hunter doesn’t stop me. He lets me fuck his mouth in shallow thrusts, one hand braced on my hip, the other cupping my balls, rolling them gently.

The pleasure builds in slow, rolling waves. Every lick, every suck, every hum of approval vibrates through me. I’m panting now, thighs trembling, fingers flexing in his hair.

“Hunter— shit, I’m close⁠—”

He pulls off just long enough to look at me, lips shiny and swollen. “Then come for me. I want to taste you.”

He sinks back down, taking me to the back of his throat and swallowing around me, and that’s all it takes. I come with a broken cry, hips jerking as pleasure crashes through me in heavy pulses. Hunter moans around me, taking every drop, throat working as he swallows.

When I’m finally spent, trembling and oversensitive, he pulls off gently and crawls up my body, kissing every inch of skin on the way. My stomach. My chest. My throat. My jaw. Until he’s hovering over me, lips brushing mine.

I taste myself on his tongue when he kisses me; it’s so full of love it makes my eyes sting.

“You’re incredible,” he whispers against my mouth. “So fucking perfect for me.”