Chapter 21
LINCOLN
Smith left just after nine, and as soon as the door to my apartment was closed, I had my phone out to text Hunter.
Hey
Smith just left. It went well.
We got me a new fish.
Smith sent me a picture
What name did you settle on this time?
Feeny.
Cute.
What are you up to?
I didn’t do it to get a response, but I sort of thought I would hear from you after I sent that video earlier today.
The idea had been brewing in my head all day long, eating away at me a little more every hour that went by without a response from Hunter.
I knew he worked, and I knew his work was often busy, but the fact I’d sent him that video, which was one of the most revealing things I’d ever done, and he’d ignored it did not sit well with me.
By the time Smith called it a night, I was barely able to hide the way the silence had me crawling out of my skin.
I liked it A LOT, Lincoln.
Do you want to come over?
I frowned down at the lower half of my body, clothed in threadbare plaid pajama pants.
My piercings glinted under the shitty light of my studio fluorescents and nothing sounded better than being in the warm comfort of Hunter’s apartment, but the last thing I wanted to do was put on shoes and a shirt and drive across down.
In answer to his question, I sent him a picture of my bare chest, my low-slung pajamas, the tangled sheets beneath my legs. His next text came quickly.
Do you want ME to come over?
My place is small and cramped.
If you don’t want me to come over, that’s okay, Lincoln.
I’m not feeling very myself.
And you don’t want help with that?
Let me get you a ride. Come over here and spend the night with me.
I want to watch this video with you next to me.
Heat burned my cheeks.
That sounds horrible.
Is that a limit?
My breath caught in my throat, a violent knot of emotion.
No, Sir.
Then send me your address, and I’ll arrange a ride. You don’t need to change out of your pajamas if you don’t want to.
Okay.
I sent him my address and rolled over onto my stomach, burying my face into a pillow and screaming.
I had no idea if I was excited about this or terrified, if I was only uncomfortable from the unintentional pity party I’d had with Smith earlier, or lonely from the fact my time with Silas had been reduced to one a night a week.
There’d been so much change in such a short time, and to say I felt lost was an understatement.
Patron saint of broken compasses and bad directions, even though I knew the way to Hunter’s by heart.
I pulled on a t-shirt and some sneakers, then shoved a change of clothes and my toothbrush into an overnight bag.
I got everything together with two minutes to spare, and then there was a black town car on the street and a kind-looking driver who confirmed my name before opening the back door for me.
Was this how Julia Roberts felt in Pretty Woman?
The ride to Hunter’s house went quickly, and as usual, his door was cracked open when I got there.
He was still dressed for work, at least halfway, wearing not much more than dark gray slacks and a black leather belt.
He had a mostly drunk glass of whiskey in his hand and a tilt to his head that spelled trouble for me.
As soon as I closed the door behind me, he jerked his chin upward.
“Are you good?” he asked.
I nodded.
“Go into the bedroom and get naked,” he said. “Get on your knees.”
Heat tore up the length of my spine, and I only stumbled twice trying to get out of my sneakers in the entryway.
Getting naked would be easy, considering I didn’t have any underwear on beneath the pajama pants to begin with.
Hunter stayed still as I passed him, and I went into his bedroom alone, stripping out of my pajamas and going onto my knees in front of his bed.
Even though we’d been playing with this switch kind of dynamic, this was the first time Hunter had truly taken control without prompting, and the arousal was already a tangible and growing thing inside of me.
Threading my fingers together at the base of my skull, I exposed myself fully and waited for Hunter.
When he made it to the bedroom, he had a fresh drink, same glass but a lot more clear, like he’d topped whatever he’d been finishing off with water.
He took a sip of it before resting his ass against his dresser, facing me head on.
I don’t know what I expected of him, and the nerves of trying to anticipate had me feeling all sorts of awkward.
It seemed he could sense it, or worse, that he was okay with my discomfort.
He waited me out until I’d exhausted myself of worrying, until my weight sank heavier down onto my heels.
Finally, he reached into his pocket and pulled out his cellphone, swiping through the screen until the sound of a shower filled the room. His mouth twitched in the corner, and he held his phone out for me.
“Hold this so I can see it,” he murmured.
I took the device and held it in front of my chest, screen out.
Honestly, it was a relief he wasn’t going to make me watch it, but I was a little miffed he wanted to watch it when he had the real thing right in front of him.
My body didn’t seem to care much, my dick jerking toward arousal at the sound of my own noises filtering out of the phone.
Hunter set down his drink, then with one hand, took off his belt and pulled down his fly.
His cock was already hard, and he stroked himself with a rough, overhand pull from root to tip.
I watched him quietly, ignoring my own erection while he stroked his, allowing my eyes to roam over his body while he focused his attention on the phone in my hand.
It was a fucked-up kind of game, this little box between us, but I appreciated the tease of it, even as precum leaked from the slit of my cock.
About halfway through the video, his attention shifted from the phone to my face, his pupils blown into wide black pools.
I desperately wanted to watch his hand move up his shaft, but it was impossible to look away from his chin quivering with pleasure right in front of me.
I listened to myself finish, and Hunter was close himself but not quite there.
He stroked himself faster, the sound of the shower the only thing left in the room, and then…
“I think I’m in love with you.”
It was my voice not his, almost overshadowed by the strangled cry that tore out of Hunter’s throat as he came all over his hand.
I tightened my grip on the phone, all of the heat immediately draining out of my face.
My palms went clammy and my jaw slack, but Hunter held my stare as he stroked himself through the rest of his orgasm.
With cum smeared across his fingers and his stomach, he dropped his weight fully against the dresser, and the video on his phone started to play again from the beginning.
I was such an idiot.
Still on my knees, still holding the phone, I closed my eyes and dropped my chin against my chest. My cock was still annoyingly hard, not put off in the least by what had just happened, by what I’d just confessed.
After what felt like a lifetime of silence, Hunter took another sip from his glass, fingers leaving cum streaks across the crystal.
“Did you mean to send me that?” he asked.
“I think it’s obvious that I didn’t,” I muttered, my own moans still drifting from the speakers as the video restarted.
I need it. I need you to take me.
“Did you mean it?”
I hoped my face didn’t give me away. I hoped he wasn’t going to make me answer.
“What were you thinking when you were saying those things? Not the last part…the rest,” he asked instead. “What were you fantasizing about?”
I blinked hard, frowning at Hunter’s still half hard and cum-covered cock and the way it rested against his thigh.
“It’s…” I was more embarrassed and exposed than I’d ever been in my life, and that was saying a lot.
“It’s all right,” he said, tone going soft. He crooked a finger and beckoned me closer. I knee-walked from my place in front of the bed to right in front of him, close enough I could have pressed my mouth against his cock if I wanted.
“I…”
What were words?
“Lincoln.” Hunter took the phone out of my hand and set it down beside his drink, still playing, then he very gently carded his fingers through my hair until I took a breath and closed the space between us, resting my cheek on his thigh, my mouth inches from his cock.
“Tell Daddy what you were thinking about.”
My eyes rolled back, and I groaned, wrapping my arms around his legs and using his body to keep myself from melting into the floor. I’d never been into the Daddy thing before, not on either side of it, but something about casually using it with Hunter had me so fucking hot for it.
“I was thinking about you DP-ing me,” I admitted. “Fucking me with your cock and a dildo at the same time. I was thinking about your waking me up and using me to get off then rolling over and going back to sleep.”
His fingers tightened in my hair briefly, then he was back to the same gentle glide from top to back and top to back. “What else?”
I chewed at the inside of my cheek and shook my head. There was no way I would tell him the rest.
No way I could.
He made an unhappy sound, moving me toward his cock and feeding it into my mouth, one inch at a time. He wasn’t fully erect, so it was easy to fit the whole of him against my tongue, and when I sealed my lips around his base, Hunter groaned low and long.