Chapter 30 Hunter
HUNTER
When I got home from work, Lincoln was sitting in the hallway, legs bent and his forearms resting on his elbows. He had his head against the door, and when I stepped out of the elevator, he glanced up but made no move to stand.
He had a new toothbrush dangling between his fingers, and the surge of unbridled pleasure that washed over me would have been embarrassing to admit out loud, so I didn’t.
Besides, the look of absolute dejectedness that colored Lincoln’s face was enough for me to swallow the small victory anyway, at least temporarily.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, holding out my hand and helping him to his feet. The plastic of the toothbrush packaging crinkled beneath his grip.
“Can we talk?”
“Of course,” I said, unlocking and opening the door. “Always.”
Lincoln followed me inside and toed off his sneakers, looking a little bit like a wounded deer. He had on striped socks and skinny jeans with holes in the knees, a t-shirt with the arms cut out so his ribs—and the occasional nipple piercing—were on display.
He was breathtaking.
“I brought a toothbrush,” he said, holding it up.
“I saw. It…makes me very happy that you listened.”
Lincoln groaned, covering his mouth with his hand and shaking his head. I gave him a minute to gather himself.
“Where should I put it?” he asked, the words muffled behind his fingers.
“The bathroom,” I told him. “Next to mine.”
He nodded like it was an order.
I stayed standing in the hallway while Lincoln marched himself down the hallway and into my primary bathroom. He fought through the plastic wrapper—if the noises filtering down the hallway were any indication—then shuffled his way back to me, shoving his hair out of his face.
“What did you want to talk about?” I asked.
“I don’t want you to let me fuck this up,” he said, blinking hard before looking up at me with watery eyes.
“What do you mean?”
“I don’t want you to let me fuck this up,” he repeated. “I am going to sabotage this somehow, and you’re a really good man, Hunter. You’re a good man for me, and I don’t want to ruin it. But I know I will.”
“I disagree.”
“You’ll see.”
I shook my head, reaching for him. I hooked a finger through the cut-out hole in his shirt and pulled him close.
He went right into my arms, pressing his forehead against my chest and sliding his arms around my waist. Lincoln felt impossibly small like this, and every protective instinct I had swelled to life right there in the space between us.
“I love you,” I reminded him, kissing his hair. “I will not let you fuck this up.”
“What if I ask for too much?” he muttered into my shirt. “What if I don’t give enough in return.”
Sighing, I slid my hands down his back, let them graze across the top of his ass before falling away.
“Get on your knees, Lincoln.”
He complied with a practiced and comfortable grace.
“Hands behind your back.”
He twined his fingers together at the small of his back, arms straight and his chest puffed out.
Beneath his shirt, I could see his nipples were hard, so I shoved the shirt out of the way to reach one of his piercings.
Tweaking the barbell between my fingers, I smiled when he grunted in pain but didn’t pull away.
It took one hand to get my belt undone, to pull down my fly, to drag my half-hard cock out from behind the confines of my briefs.
I fed my length into his waiting mouth, pushing until his nose was buried against my skin.
Lincoln gagged around me a little, the muscles of his throat flexing against the tip of my cock.
“What could you give me that’s better than this?” I asked him honestly, threading my fingers into his hair and tilting my own head back.
Lincoln’s mouth was wet and hot and tight, and his tongue against the underside of my shaft was heaven on earth. The longer I was in his mouth, the harder I got, the more he choked around me, the more he refused to give up.
“You let me wake you up to fuck in the middle of the night,” I reminded him. “You send me videos that make me hard all fucking day.”
His lashes fluttered and he moaned, swallowing around me. Precum pulsed out of my slit and painted the back of his tongue.
Lincoln whimpered.
In our time together, I’d learned a handful of things about Lincoln Summers.
The most pressing being he didn’t feel important and he didn’t feel seen.
That was why I’d obliged him so quickly with the free use after the night he mentioned it.
I needed him to know I saw him for who he was.
That I loved him for who he was. And if he thought there was any chance in hell I was going to let his insecurities ruin this for me, he had another think coming.
“Tomorrow when I’m at work, I want you to film something for me. Can you do that?”
He nodded, spit streaming down his chin.
My cock throbbed.
“I want you to DP yourself, sweetheart.”
Lincoln’s eyes rolled back, and he gagged again around my cock, which I was certain had never been harder in my life.
“If you can’t do it yourself with two toys, I want you to use the biggest one that fits. Can you do that for me?”
He nodded again, entire body trembling.
“And I want you to talk to the camera while you do it. I want you to talk to me. I want to know exactly how it feels to be split in two for the man you love.”
I tightened my grip in Lincoln’s hair and fucked my cock further into his throat, thrusting deep and then shallow before pulling out of his mouth entirely. He sputtered and gasped for breath when I pulled free, streams of spit connecting his lips to my dick.
“I need to be inside of you. Can we stay like this or…”
“Like this,” he whispered. “Like this please, Daddy.”
How Lincoln could unman me with a single word, I’d never know. Part of me didn’t want to understand the power he had over me. I just wanted to relish it while it lasted because I could do my best to stop him from sabotaging us, but both of us knew how to make this stop entirely.
I tugged at the knot on my tie, loosening it enough I could get the top button of my shirt undone, then I undid the bottom few buttons. Just enough I could pull the tails of the shirt out of the way. I was still fully dressed, but I’d never been more ready to fuck.
“Go to the spare bedroom, Lincoln. Take off all your clothes.”
His shoulder cracked when he unlaced his fingers from their place at his lower back, but that was the only sound he made before rising to his feet and making his way down the hall.
I followed after him, stroking my spit-slicked cock, stopping in the doorway and watching him strip out of his clothes.
Once naked, Lincoln turned and faced me, his cock as red as his cheeks. He looked so fucking unmoored. I closed the space between us and sank to my knees in front of him, kissing his navel and dragging my mouth across to his hip. Lincoln’s cock pressed urgently against my chin, but I ignored it.
“I would never let you ruin this,” I promised him again, leaving a kiss against the V that funneled my attention right to his dick.
With a gentle shove, I pushed Lincoln onto the bed and crawled up between his thighs. He spread his legs to make room for me, grunting as I used my body weight to shove him sideways across the bed.
“There’s a lot we can do together.” I leaned away to get to the nightstand, feeling around for the lube. “We can do it in this room, or we can do it on our room.”
He whimpered, tilting his head back and baring his throat in the most gorgeous display of submission. I wanted to capture it forever. Save it to jerk off to.
“Lincoln, can I record you?”
“What?” The question was barely more than a breath.
“The way you look right now…” I licked my lips. “I want you to see it.”
“Yeah. Yes.”
The lighting was probably horrible, and the angle was going to be far from perfect, but I didn’t care about any of that.
It was the feeling I wanted to preserve.
Shoving all the pillows off the bed, I propped my phone against the headboard and pressed record.
I didn’t even know if we were in frame, and I didn’t want to waste time checking.
It was angled at his face, and I hoped that would catch it all.
I turned my attention next to lubing my cock and my hand, wasting no more time before reaching down and getting two fingers into Lincoln’s tight hole. There was that gorgeous arch of his neck again, a breathy whimper that went straight to my balls.
“Who am I, Lincoln?” I asked, starting the slow work of stretching him to take my cock.
“Daddy.”
“Who else?”
“Sir,” he rasped. I fought a third finger into him, using my hips to knock his legs wider apart on either side of me. Lincoln fisted the sheets and arched off the bed, crying out when I pushed all three fingers in up to the last knuckle.
“What do you want?” I asked him next.
“Your cock.”
There was no work in giving him that. It was easy to replace my fingers with my shaft, and I sank into him fully with one short snap of my hips.
I leveraged myself over the top of him, his legs bent back against my chest, his body nearly folded in half.
I took Lincoln’s face into my hands, brushing away spit and tears, kissing all the places my fingers had cleaned.
“Who am I now?” I asked softly.
His breath was my breath. His approval, my life.
“Good boy,” he panted, his entire body seizing with pleasure. “Oh, God.”
He’d managed to get through the trinity that had become my existence, so I rewarded him with a long, hard thrust.
“I’m so proud of you for bringing that toothbrush over,” I whispered against his mouth, fingers still dancing across his face. “You did what you were told, and now can you feel how happy you’ve made me?”
Lincoln’s muscles clamped down around me, and he squeezed his eyes shut, answering me with a silent nod.
“When I’m at work tomorrow, I want you to go back to your apartment, and I want you to bring some spare clothes next. Can you do that, sweetheart?”
I fucked into him with a slow and leisurely pace, rewarding him with a deep and sharp thrust when he answered me.
“Yes, Sir.”
“How do you decide?” I asked, rubbing my nose against his. “Daddy or Sir?”
“Daddy always,” he murmured, lifting his head just enough from the bed to search out my mouth. “Sir sometimes.”
I chuckled, snapping my hips against the back of his thighs.
“Sir always,” he corrected. “Sir, can I come?”
I wrapped one of my hands around the top of his head, using his body to fuck myself deeper and harder into him.
I held Lincoln’s body beneath mine, getting harder every second from the sounds he made, from the smell of his sweat.
I wanted to tell him not to come, wanted to ask him to put me onto my back and come inside of me, but I also knew that wasn’t what either of us needed it that moment, least of all Lincoln.
He needed submission, to be taken apart and held in pieces, and reassembled after time had softened his edges a little bit more.
“You may not,” I answered.
Lincoln let out a sputtering sob, and I slanted our mouths together to swallow the rest of it down for myself. I was so greedy for this achingly messy man, and if he truly thought I’d ever let him ruin the way I felt about him, the pleasure he brought into my life, he didn't know me at all.
I grabbed him roughly around the waist and rolled us both over at the same time until l was on my back and he was on my lap. My phone fell on its side, and I grabbed it, arranging it close to my face to get it more like a POV.
“Can you make me come?” I bracketed my hands loosely around Lincoln’s slim waist, coaxing him to find his own pace on top of me.
“Yes, Daddy,” he whispered, grinding down hard against my thighs.
I slid my hands over his ribs and his stomach, tweaking his piercings and groaning in arousal at the way he threw his head back when he felt good.
I loved the sight of him unrestrained and in the throes of his own pleasure.
And he was right. It took no time at all for Lincoln to work me up into a frenzy.
With his fingers steepled against my chest, my orgasm tightened into an impossibly thick knot at the base of my spine.
“I can feel you,” he panted, words barely audible over the loud slap of our skin. “Please let me have it. Please fill me up with your load.”
I was seconds away from my release, and I grabbed Lincoln by the throat, not tight, but hard enough to get his attention.
“Do you deserve it?” I rasped.
He went still, but he was so tight and hot, there was no stopping me from continuing down the road I found myself on. Lincoln’s eyes went wide, and my cock thickened and pulsed, spilling spurt after spurt of cum up his ass. It was work to keep myself steady, to keep my eyes open, to watch him.
“Do you deserve this?” I asked, pulling him down and biting his lip between my teeth.
Lincoln whimpered and trembled, and I shoved my free hand between us, stroking his cock until he came in a rush across my knuckles.
He screamed his orgasm into my mouth, onto our stomachs, and I held him rough and strong through the whole of it.
Something inside of me shifted, the balance of submission and dominance clicking into place in a new way for me.
The circle of it all, the infinite need for satisfaction, pride, and control.
It lived on both sides, and it always would.
“Answer your Daddy,” I said against his lip, licking a hot stripe against the place I’d bitten him. “Answer your Sir.”
“I deserve it,” he whimpered, collapsing against me.
I wrapped my arms around him and pressed him tight against my chest. Mouth hot and wet against his ear when I said, “Yes. You do. That’s why I trust you with it. That’s why it’s yours.”