Chapter 13
LINCOLN
Nothing had ever felt as perfect to me as Hunter’s fingers around my throat.
So many times I’d handled my own partners the same way, and it was always a rush of exhilaration and arousal that coursed through me.
The feeling of being on the receiving end of my favorite kind of necklace was something else entirely.
When I called Hunter Sir, his nostrils flared and his pupils grew impossibly wider.
It was almost like watching a science experiment unfold in real time.
He flexed his hand around my throat, and in the same movement, he stood up and pushed me down toward the floor.
Sinking to my knees in front of him felt as right as the rest of it, though I was curious if I’d like it when we turned the tables.
“Look what you’ve done to me,” he whispered, releasing my throat and carding his fingers through my mess of sleep-tangled hair. His dick was thick and hard in front of my face, warm and musky even though the material of his sweatpants. “All night I’ve had this because of you.”
He tugged down the waistband of his sweats and tucked it behind his cock and balls, pushing both into my face in an unavoidable way.
I licked my lips and let my ass sink down onto my heels.
Hunter gave his dick a slow, overhanded stroke, his fingers tightening in my hair when his palm reached the slippery tip.
“Sorry,” I murmured, though I was anything but.
“I’m sure you can figure out a way to make it up to me,” he said, using his hand to guide my mouth toward his dick.
I could definitely figure that out, so it was easy to open my mouth and flatten my tongue, to take him as deep as he could reach until I choked around his length.
My throat spasmed and Hunter groaned, sliding deeper until every inch of him was in my mouth.
Neither of us moved, except I blinked hard, huffing a breath out of my nose so I didn’t make a show about choking over how thick he was.
“Go on,” he said softly, releasing my hair. “Make it up to me.”
I slid my hands up the front of Hunter’s thighs and dug in, then swallowed hard around him and started to suck.
He moved like he wanted to touch me and guide me but was more interested in seeing how I handled him on my own.
I sucked up and down his length, staring up at the underside of his chin while he stared up at the ceiling.
Pulling off of him, I used the back of my hand to wipe spit off my mouth.
“Look at me,” I begged, and when he did, I sealed my lips around him again.
Hunter’s whole body swayed as I took him into my throat, and I groaned when my nose pressed against the curly hairs at the base of his shaft.
I set a slow and tight pace, sucking half of his shaft with hollowed cheeks and all of the spit I could manage.
He kept his stare on me the whole time, the heat of his gaze almost enough to make me combust.
I sucked him harder, ignoring the insistent ache between my own legs in favor of the rod between his.
He was close. I was sure of it, but he was a greedy man and he needed more.
Without asking—trusting he would stop me if I overstepped—I tugged his sweatpants down to his knees.
Hunter moaned, a little gasp, and I eased my mouth off of him in favor of my left hand.
I slipped the first two fingers on my right hand into my mouth, making sure he understood my intent, then I slid them back between the globes of his ass.
“Sir,” I teased, voice nothing more than a raspy whisper.
“I’ll come,” he warned, his hand back in my hair, fingers trembling against my scalp.
“I hope so.”
Spit was nowhere near enough, but the tip of my finger breached his hole, and he became a man of his word.
Jets of hot and salty cum shot out against my cheek and my lips before I even had time to get him back into my mouth.
The look on his face was pure arousal mixed with shocked embarrassment, and I laughed as I took him back into my mouth in time to catch the last bursts of cum on the back of my tongue.
I sucked Hunter until his asshole clenched around my finger hard enough to feel like the bone would shatter, then I let him go entirely.
He stood there on trembling legs, mouth agape and chest heaving.
His cock was still dangerously hard, and so was mine.
Shoving my underwear down, I made a tight fist around my cock and stroked, leaning back and jerking myself off right in front of him.
If he wanted me to stop, he could tell me.
He didn’t say a word, nothing good and nothing bad, but when the first spurt of cum shot out of my cock, Hunter’s chin quivered.
I had to look away from him, the pleasure of my own hand too much for me to stay present, though, and as the last remnants of cum leaked out of my cock, a hand on my chest pushed me down hard onto my back.
I hit the floor with a thud, and then Hunter was between my legs, yanking my underwear the rest of the way off and stroking his cock right against my exposed asshole. He braced himself with his other hand beside my head, and I spread my legs wide to make room for the width of his body.
“Do it,” I begged.
I’d wanted this man inside me since the first night we met, and he was only centimeters away from making that happen.
He jerked himself off, knuckles slapping against my ass cheeks with every stroke, and I spread my legs even wider, reaching down to hold myself open for him.
Finally getting the hint, he pressed the sticky head of his cock against my pucker, but instead of pushing inside, he shot his load right against it.
Hot wetness spilled against my hole and ran down onto his floor, and above me Hunter groaned and shuddered through a surprisingly forceful second orgasm.
After he finished, he collapsed, landing on top of me before rolling off onto the floor in the small space left between me and his couch. He flung an arm over his face and struggled to catch his breath, and the only thing I could do was lie there beside him covered in both our cum.
“Is that why it’s complicated?” I finally asked.
He scrubbed a hand down his face and pushed up into a seated position, his back resting against the couch.
“What?”
“Last night, when I asked if you were vers, you said it was complicated. Is it complicated because you come at the drop of a hat when someone touches your asshole?”
Hunter grimaced, bending one leg at the knee and propping his forearm up to cover his face.
“Mostly,” he said. “And partly because the nature of my work.”
“Being a lawyer?”
His cheeks flushed, but the corner of his mouth twitched into the hint of a smile. “You know what I meant.”
“I do.” I laughed, but it was mostly a tired exhalation of breath. “Does it embarrass you?”
He didn’t answer.
“I think it’s hot,” I told him. “You can basically come on command. You could make a killing if you wanted to get into making videos.”
“It’s fine that you do, but I don’t think that’s for me,” he said, the pink on his cheeks spreading down to his throat.
“It’s not for everyone,” I agreed. “Just like power exchange.”
“This was…this was hardly that,” he said, scratching absentmindedly at his hairline.
“I got on my knees for you, and you fucked my face, Hunter. I called you Sir…more than once. How is that not a power exchange?”
He shot me a scathing look and realization dawned on me. “Oh.”
“Oh?”
“You weren’t lying when you said it was role play before. All you’ve got is vibes and what you’ve seen in bad movies, isn’t it?”
“Well, when you put it like that.”
Hunter pushed onto his feet, but I managed to catch him by the ankle before he could get too far.
Grabbing him twisted me onto my stomach, which smeared cum across the gorgeous wood planks of his floor, the friction against my shaft enough to make me wince.
He noticed the change, stopping before he dragged me any farther across the floor.
Shifting back onto my knees, we both looked down at the streaks of cum I’d left on the wood.
“Do you want to see how it works?” I asked him. “How it could be?”
“What do you mean?”
His pants were still around his ankles.
“Get on your knees, Hunter,” I said carefully, voice low.
As he sank down to the floor, I rose to my feet. The shift in control was almost electric, arcing between us as we traded places.
“God,” I murmured, flexing my hands at my sides. “You look good down there.”
He laughed nervously. “I don’t know what to do with my hands.”
“You can put them on your thighs, palms up, or you can thread your fingers together behind your head.”
“Which do you prefer?” he asked softly.
“Behind your head.”
Slowly, he raised his arms and tangled his fingers together at the back of his head. The position caused his biceps to flex and his shoulders to swell. He looked so fucking delicious down there, pupils still shot and lips half parted.
“How does that feel?” I asked.
“Not sure.”
I hummed, taking a step backward. “I made a mess on your floor, Hunter.”
He blinked down at the white puddles on his floor, then up at me.
God, he had a perfect mouth. He looked so fucking pretty on his knees.
“You did,” he rasped.
“You should clean it up.”
He exhaled and it sounded a little bit like a groan and then slowly, so fucking slowly, he untangled his hands from behind his head, flattened them against his own floor and lowered himself down until his chest pressed against the planks.
“Go on,” I coaxed, and then with his back arched and his ass in the air, Hunter stuck out his tongue and licked my cum off his floor.
I was hard again, cock in hand, watching him swirl his tongue around and lap up my cum like he was a cat and I’d offered him a bowl of fucking milk. When he’d licked up the last drop, he rocked back onto his heels and gazed up at me, his entire expression hazy.
“Hands,” I chided, and he was quick to put them together again at the back of his head. “You did a good job there.”
Hunter growled, licking his lips.
“Good job, Sir,” I said again, softer, closing the space between us and covering his hands with mine. I pressed his face against my cock, shivering at the way his warm breath breezed over my bare skin. “But you missed a spot.”
Hunter opened his mouth and licked the underside of my shaft, around the flared tip of my crown, and across my slit.
He covered my cock with saliva and then smeared it across his face, making absolutely indecent noises the whole time.
On his knees, Hunter sucked my cock like he was feral for it, and it took all my willpower not to shove him onto his back and handle him with much less care than he’d done for me only minutes before.
“Good boy,” I said, grunting when he took the whole length of my shaft into his mouth. “Fuck, just like that.”
He gave me one final suck before pulling off, chest heaving with every breath.
I forced myself to let go of him and put enough space between us that I could find some air to breathe myself.
The floor between us shined with his spit, his lips swollen from how hard he’d sucked my cock.
How was it possible for him to look so achingly perfect on his knees while also the same way when I was on mine?
“I like it when you call me that,” he said, tilting his head back to look at me.
“Good boy?” I asked.
He nodded, swallowing. “And Sir. And Daddy.”
That felt a lot more complicated than Hunter’s answer as to whether he was vers, but there was no way around the truth of it.
I pulled my lips between my teeth and bit down hard, hoping I wasn’t about to make the biggest mistake of my life.
“Yeah,” I agreed. “Me too.”