Chapter 6
HUNTER
Jay was so nervous that simply being around him also made me nervous.
I’d planned for a last hurrah. A final hookup so I could go out in a blaze of glory, then delete the profile Finn had set up for me and move on with my life.
But Jay had shown up, all awkward tension and glaring need, and I knew on sight the night was going to be anything besides expected.
“I don’t know,” he rasped, fingers splayed out over the tops of his thighs.
“I can’t do much with that,” I told him.
“I do want to submit,” he said softly.
I tugged on the waistband of my sweats, pulling them low enough to expose the dark hair that curled up around the shaft of my cock.
“Are you okay with penetration?” I asked.
Jay swallowed hard and nodded.
“What if we don’t do that? What if it’s only hands or mouths?”
“That’s…that’s fine too.”
I could practically hear him thinking, and it was a wonder to me that he hadn’t come to submission sooner.
Playing this part wasn’t something I did in my not-for-profit sex life, not that I had one of those anymore, but it was clear as day that Jay was desperate to shut his mind off and give up control, even if only for an hour.
He wasn’t after any sort of physical impact, just the release that came from being told what to do for a while.
Admittedly, that sort of thing wasn’t entirely in my wheelhouse, as the men who were normally interested in my services cared more about the physical aspect of it, but I was confident I could play pretend for a little while.
“Will you feel shortchanged if you don’t come at all?” I asked.
Jay looked down at his lap and frowned. “Not sure I could, even if I wanted to.”
“Do you want to?”
He exhaled, cheeks puffing out. “You tell me.”
I was halfway certain that wasn’t how it was supposed to go, but I was more than halfway certain I could get both of us through the hour unscathed.
“Okay. For the next hour, you can call me Sir.”
Jay swallowed and blinked, nodded almost imperceptibly.
“You can call me Sir,” I said again.
“Yes, Sir.” The words barely made it out of his mouth. He choked a little, coughed, then slammed his mouth shut.
“Does that make you feel wrong?”
Jay bit the inside of his cheek and answered with the slightest shake of his head.
There was so much terror inside of him. It clawed at his skin, trying to break through and put both of us out of his misery. I knew whatever I did with him wasn’t going to be enough to fix whatever was going on with him, but maybe it could help get him on the right track.
“Strip then,” I said next. “Take off all of your clothes and get on your knees.”
He hesitated for the briefest moment, then did as I’d told him.
Once he was naked, he stood in front of me as proud as he could be, all things considered.
If he wasn’t so scared of himself, he’d be gorgeous.
Average height and slim built with narrow hips and a slender waist. Jay had his navel and his nipples pierced, nothing more than small glints of silver in the darkness of my guest room that made my mouth water.
Did I actually want this man?
My gaze raked over him, sliding lower until I reached his cock, which based off his earlier comment was predictably limp.
It was the nerves. It happened to the best of us.
My cock, on the other hand, was far from soft, and I palmed my erection, groaning from the pressure of my own hand.
Jay’s stare flickered down to the motion, and his lips parted in a silent gasp.
Yeah.
Yes.
I definitely wanted this man.
“Get on your knees, Jay,” I said, and he again hesitated. “Are you with me still?”
“What? Oh. Yes. It’s…” He grimaced and sank down onto his knees. “It’s the middle name. I—”
“Hush then,” I said, closing the space between us so I could reach out and set my hand on top of his head.
He’d gone to his knees with little fanfare, but I was going to let him stay there long enough to get a feel for the submission he was after.
We were obviously on the clock, but I was content to wait him out.
Through the twitching and the shifting and the resettling of his weight until, finally, Jay sank into himself and went almost entirely still.
“There you are,” I whispered, combing my fingers through his hair. I pulled him forward a couple of inches, his cheek resting against my thigh. “Stay here now. I’ve got you.”
He went even more pliant, resting his weight against my leg and releasing a breath so long I found myself impressed with his lung capacity. I slid my hand through his hair around to the back of his head, and I held him there until my own leg started to tingle from the pressure of him against me.
“How’s that?” I asked, and Jay answered me with a hum. “You don’t want to get spanked, do you?”
“No, Sir,” he whispered.
“I didn’t think so.” I shoved my sweats down to my ankles and stepped out of them, finally moving Jay’s weight off my leg. He rocked back to support himself when I kicked my pants to the corner of the room, and I pressed the side of my finger against the underside of his chin.
Slowly, I tipped his head up, losing my own breath at the sight of him on his knees.
Jay’s cheeks were flushed, his lips parted, his pupils shot.
It would have been easy to get lost in those identical dark pools of want, but this wasn’t that kind of encounter.
Jay was a man paying me to shoulder his burdens for an hour, not asking me to let my own feelings get the better of me and ruin us both.
“You look perfect on your knees,” I stroked my thumb over the side of his chin. “I don’t know how you could ever want to be anywhere else.”
He blinked hard, eyes growing shiny and wet.
“Hey now,” I coaxed, catching the first tear as it escaped the corner of his eye. “It’s all right, beautiful. It’s okay. You’re okay.”
Jay shifted his body as the tears began to fall in earnest, but he made no move to get up or pull away.
“Does it feel good down there on your knees?” I asked.
He nodded, tongue darting out to lick a stray tear from the corner of his mouth.
“You look good down there,” I said, angling my hips so my cock was more directly in his face. “See how good you look.”
He studied my erection with those blown eyes of his, chin quivering and tears still pouring down his face.
“Here,” I said to him next, dragging my tip across his lips. He opened, and I plopped the head of my dick down onto the flat of his tongue. “You’re being so brave, Jay, and I’ve got a reward for you if you can suck it out of me.”
The message was clearly received. Jay closed his lips around my dick and sucked me like his life depended on it.
He was loud and wet and messy, never using his hands even as he slid most of the way down my shaft.
He gagged and choked on me, using the muscles of his throat to try and coax an orgasm out of me.
His ministrations very nearly worked, but I’d jacked off before his arrival with the intent to last as long as possible for the hour we had together.
“Your mouth is…” I trailed off, words escaping me.
Tangling my fingers back into his hair, I tugged him off my cock, appreciating the way his lips were wet and swollen, still connected to my shaft with chains of spit.
There was enough space between us I could look down and easily see his cock had thickened, pointing toward the wall behind me and spasming with every breath he took.
“Your mouth is decadent,” I finally said, going down to the floor in front of him.
I pulled Jay’s smaller body onto my lap and turned us so my back rested against the side of the bed.
Using my feet, I hooked myself around his ankles and spread his legs apart, making sure my own cock was nestled neatly against his ass cheeks.
Jay groaned after I got us settled, dropping his head against my shoulder and closing his eyes.
“Hands together behind the back of my neck,” I said, and he looped his arms around my neck and held on. His palms were sweaty but steady.
I reached for the nightstand and jerked the drawer open, feeling blindly inside until I found the bottle of lube.
Pumping a generous amount into my hand, I moved to grip him slowly, making sure he had more than enough time to tell me no if he wanted to.
He said nothing, only moaning as my fingers tightened around him.
His hips lifted away from my body, but my legs held him down, and he sank back into my lap with a whimper.
“Just relax,” I whispered, stroking him from root to tip, ignoring how perfectly his body fit against mine. “Just submit.”
He flexed his fingers against the back of my neck, sending a shiver down my spine.
I fought down the swell of emotion his whimpers and sighs dredged up, focusing instead on stroking him with slow and measured twists of my wrist. I attended his cock lazily, not caring so much if he got off, only focused on keeping him pliant in my arms.
Ten minutes later, Jay’s entire body seized and he cried out.
I kept him pinned against me as he painted my knuckles with hot drips of cum, keeping the same pace and same tension in my hand.
I dragged my fingers from root to tip, tip to root, root to tip, until Jay’s orgasm quieted down, and he trembled like a leaf in my lap.
Kissing the side of his head, I let my other hand wander over the small swell of his hip and down lower toward his balls. They were high and tight, still churning from his orgasm, and I cradled them gently in my palm.
“Submit,” I told him again, unhooking my ankles from his calves. Jay’s legs fell more open, and he tightened his fingers against the back of my neck. He—unintentionally—tickled my hairline and I grunted, hips lifting off the floor and pressing my erection into the round globes of his ass.
A pained sound tumbled out of his mouth, and I didn’t need to see Jay’s face to know he was crying again.
Maybe he’d never really stopped, but he’d also never stopped me, so I did not relent.
I stroked Jay through another shuddering orgasm, and my own cock grew impossibly hard at the way he forced himself to stay spread for me while he came.
His fingers had loosened their hold on each other, and instead his nails dug into my skin for purchase.
The third orgasm was more difficult to come by, Jay’s body fighting him as hard as the clock fought me. Every stroke caused a violent reaction, but there was no way I was going to let him go without leaving it all on the table.
“Up,” I said, reaching behind me and covering his hands with my own.
Leveraging us both up onto our knees, I squeezed his hands far harder than I squeezed his cock.
The change in position had been a guess that paid off.
Almost as soon as Jay’s knees hit the carpet, he came for a third—and final—time.
Barely anything leaked out of his cock, but his face was soaked with tears and spit, his muscles trembling like I’d pulled him out of a freezing river.
“Oh, God.” He cried, body bucking away from mine, but I held him steady until his breathing returned to almost normal and his teeth stopped chattering. Once he was only barely hyperventilating, I eased us back down onto the ground and let him rest against my bed.
Jay’s entire body prickled with gooseflesh and sweat, his chest a dark and rich shade of red, nearly as dark as his overworked cock. He dropped his head back against the mattress, eyes closed, and chest still heaving.
Our time had long ago run out, but I had no intention of sending him home yet.
Not that raw.
Not that exposed.