Chapter 21 #2
“When I fantasize about you, I think of all sorts of things,” he murmured, pumping his hips and burying my nose into the trimmed hair around the root of his shaft.
My eyes watered as his cock swelled against my tongue, but I blinked the tears away instead of fighting it.
“I do think about using you whenever I want. Sometimes, I imagine having you come to my office and sucking me off under my desk. I made partner today. It would have been a great way to celebrate.”
The unanticipated announcement was enough to make me choke, but Hunter’s hand on the back of my head tightened, and he kept me in place between his legs when I tried to pull away.
“I like you like this,” he said, and it was enough to make me go still. “You can’t argue with a mouthful of cock. You can’t overthink.”
I grunted, and he thrust himself deeper into my mouth.
“Let me tell you what I think about it, yes?”
I hummed my agreement around his cock and relaxed against him, even as spit bubbled out of the corners of my mouth.
“I think you’re tired, Lincoln. I think you’re tired of always trying, but you don’t know how to stop, don’t feel safe to stop.”
Even if I wanted to argue, I couldn’t have. Hunter was almost fully hard, and it took all my focus to not accidentally clamp my teeth into his cock when I tried to breathe around his thickness.
“But you feel safe here. Don’t you?” He angled my head a little so I was forced to look up at him, and the look of pure and utter sincerity on his face was enough to push those earlier tears right over the edge of my lash line.
Hunter stroked his thumbs over my cheeks, catching them as they fell. The corner of his mouth tipped into a sad kind of smile and he nodded his agreement. His confirmation.
“You feel safe with Daddy, don’t you?”
I answered him with a garbled nod and a hard suck.
His smile turned into a grimace, and he thrust deeply once, twice into my throat, fingers digging hard into my skull in the most pleasurable way possible.
“You feel safe like this, and you feel safe when I’m the one on my knees too, isn’t that right?”
I blinked hard and nodded again.
“That feels a lot like love, doesn’t it?
” Hunter groaned, pumping his hips again.
He was fucking my throat with the shortest and most gentle thrusts, and he’d eased his way so far into my throat I couldn’t ever imagine having him anywhere but there again.
It wasn’t overwhelming; it wasn’t consuming.
It was perfect.
“So.” He pulled out and I cried, chasing after him but being held back by his punishing grip. “Did you mean it?”
“I meant it,” I swore, staring up at him to make sure he knew it. “I meant it. I’m so fucking in love with you, and I don’t think I’ve ever—”
I couldn’t even finish the confession. Hunter had clearly heard what he wanted to hear because his cock was back in my mouth and the first spray of cum shot hot and wet against the roof of my mouth. Another on my tongue, the rest of his orgasm spilling down my throat.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck, I loved how sensitive he was. How easy it was to get him off.
Moaning, I hollowed my cheeks and sucked the cum out of him, no longer embarrassed over the confession I’d never meant to give.
Hunter liked that I was in love with him, but more than that, I was safe here to be in love with him.
And it was so unlike any feeling I’d ever had before.
The sense of protection and homecoming when I was with this man was so different from the way I felt for Silas, for Smith.
My friends.
Hunter was so much more than that. He was everything.
With a shudder that rippled through his entire body, Hunter pulled his cock out of my mouth and cradled my face in his hands, holding me so I couldn’t look away from him even if I’d wanted to.
“Tell me.”
“I love you. I’m in love with you.”
My chin trembled, the tremor getting worse when Hunter traced his cum-stained fingers across my swollen lips, hooking them over my teeth.
“I love you too,” he whispered, and then he was on his knees and his mouth was on mine, his fingers still in the way of our tongues, but I didn’t mind.
He pulled my mouth open to make room for his teeth against mine, his lips, his tongue.
I swirled mine around his fingers, chasing the taste of him and sighing happily when he finally took them away so he could kiss me deeper.
He kissed me so fucking hard I forgot my name, and then I was on my back, Hunter on top of me.
Our mouths still fused together, Hunter took my own aching dick into his hand, rutting against me while he stroked me off.
It didn’t take long for me to come after that.
Before Hunter, I would have called my duration embarrassingly short, but after a recurring first row seat to how perfect he looked when he came in seconds, that worry was long gone.
Hunter swallowed down my cries when I came, only breaking away to pepper kisses against my jaw when it was too hard for me to breathe.
He kept his hand fisted around my cock long past the end of my orgasm, and his face buried into the crook of my neck.
With one last groan, Hunter thrust over the top of me and shuddered before collapsing onto his back beside me on the floor.
We both struggled to breathe, but when his fingers sought out mine and he raised our hands to his mouth for a kiss, catching my breath had never been easier.