Chapter 33 Lincoln
LINCOLN
Reaching between my legs, I made a loose overhand fist and stroked gently down my shaft.
The touch, even featherlight, was too much.
I released my dick and grabbed my thighs, digging my fingernails into my skin until the sharp bursts of pain snapped me out of the haze.
It was the plug in my ass that had done me in, the weight and press of it inside of me. Jostling with every step, every move.
Honestly, it had been the whole day, though.
Jerking off for him and not finishing, taking a shower and prepping myself for him before putting the plug in. It had turned the entire day into foreplay, and I had no fucking idea how Hunter had made it through work—in an office, no less—and dinner with his brothers without losing his mind.
I’d have my answer soon enough, because from the other end of the house, I heard the front door slam open, then closed.
I scrambled off my place on the ground, hoping the redness on my knees didn’t give away the position I’d been trying so hard to get comfortable in.
Hunter came around the corner in a flash, shoes off, feet bare, one hand loosening his tie and the other fighting with his belt.
When he saw me, his eyes went dark, the hunger apparent on his face.
The sight of him was the same as drinking a whole bottle of wine.
The hazy want and the unsteady legs. Trying to right myself, I swallowed hard and tweaked at one of my nipple piercings.
“Look at you,” he rasped, finally winning the battle with his tie.
“I’ve been good for you all day, Daddy,” I told him, voice shaking as badly as my thighs. “Now please get on your knees and let me come in your mouth.”
Hunter’s jaw quivered, his pants falling to the floor.
He still had his shirt on, half unbuttoned.
He stepped out of his pants and surged forward, grabbing me around the back of the head and crashing our mouths together.
He kissed me hard and urgently, walking us both until we were at the edge of the bed.
I expected him to push me onto my back and crawl between my legs, but what happened next was even better.
Hunter turned at the last minute, bending his knees and landing on the mattress with a soft puff of breath against my lips. He spread his bare thighs to make room for my naked body, the press of my dick against his stomach almost enough to get me off without any other stimulation.
“That’s fine if that’s really what you want,” he whispered against the corner of my mouth. Hunter grabbed my cock and slid it over his balls and toward his own ass. “But I was hoping you could finish here instead.”
Bracketing my hands on either side of his face, I put enough space between us that I could stare down at him to make sure he hadn’t lost the plot entirely.
“Are you being for real right now?”
“Very.”
My jaw went dry as a the desert, and I rocked back onto my heels so I could better appreciate the man beneath me.
Hunter’s cock was hard as mine, an angry pink and purple-looking thing with a slick crown and throbbing pulse of its own.
His chest heaved with every breath, and I took my time undoing the remaining buttons on his shirt so I could spread it open and really see him.
Hunter Covington was a work of art, thick muscles and a sturdy build, with plush lips meant for kissing and dark eyes that had no place being out of the bedroom. And he was on his back beneath me, looking at me like I had hung him the fucking moon.
“I don’t care if you come as soon as I touch your asshole,” I said. “I want to take my time with you.”
“You better,” he murmured, grabbing my hips and pushing into me.
My dick pulsed against his hole, desperate to get inside. He was going to have to wait.
“Hunter…”
He shook his head.
“Daddy,” I corrected myself, the honorific dragging a full-body shiver out of me. “Are you going to be my good boy now?”
“The best,” he whispered.
Nodding, I groaned, pulling away enough to lean over the side of the bed. His clothes were scattered across the floor like breadcrumbs of eagerness. I snatched his tie up and ran the smooth silk through my fingers, pulling it tight and making a quick knot with two loops on either side.
“Can I?”
In response, he held his hands between us, wrists together in offering.
If Hunter felt me shake while I tightened the binds around his wrists, he didn’t call me out on it.
Nor did he say anything when I leaned over the top of him, pinning his bound hands to the pillow.
What he did do, though, was nip at my nipple, teeth catching on the barbell and making me wince.
I drew back quicky, grabbing his cheeks hard and pinching until his lips puckered out like a fish.
The rush of control rolled through me like a heatwave, sweat immediately prickling against the back of my neck.
It had been so long since I’d indulged this part of myself, and leaning into it now felt aligning myself with a place I was always meant to be.
“Bad boy, Daddy,” I warned. “You said you were going to be good.”
“I’m sorry, Sir,” he murmured, nostrils flaring.
I must have died.
This had to be a dream, this perfect blending of dominance and submission wrapping around us and giving me everything I’d always wanted. Everything that had always been missing.
“If I let go of your hands, will you stay still?”
Hunter’s chest heaved with every breath, but he managed a rough nod.
For good measure, I pressed his wrists and his head down against the pillow before releasing him.
My cock was so hard I could have beat him with it and left bruises that would last for a week, but I slid down his body, ignoring the way the plug in my ass weighed urgently against my prostate.
I grabbed Hunter’s thighs, spread him open, and buried my face between his cheeks.
The first thing I tasted was smears of my own precum, then Hunter’s soap and his sweat. He arched off the bed with a desperate shout, but he did keep his wrists above his head where I’d left them. I would need to reward him for good behavior after all.
“I haven’t—” he tried to stop me, but the words died when I licked a hot stripe from his hole to his taint.
“You taste like everything I’ve ever wanted,” I promised him. “But I’ll stop if you would rather I don’t.”
Hunter stared down his chest at me with frantic eyes. “Don’t stop.”
I licked him again, puckered my mouth against his rim, and speared my tongue into his asshole, rutting against the sheets the whole time, far too close to my own release for comfort.
“Do not come until my cock is in your ass,” I warned, knowing that even though I wanted to…with Hunter like this, I could not take my time. He wasn’t going to last and, honestly, neither was I.
I desperately needed lube, but the thought of peeling my face out of Hunter’s ass for anything short of the apocalypse was a future I didn’t think I could face.
He looked too pretty with his hands bound over his head, though, so I reluctantly pulled myself away long enough to get the bottle from the nightstand.
I made a mess of my cock and my fingers, an even bigger mess of him.
I smeared lube up and down his crack alternating between teasing him with the tip of my aching cock and the press of my trembling fingers.
Hunter scrabbled his hands against the top of the pillow, the headboard, his cheeks so pink he looked like he had a fever. God, he was fucking perfect, and he was fucking mine.
It was a curious chain of events, I realized, that had brought me to this moment.
From that fated and horrible night at Rapture where I’d thrown my best friend—accidentally—into harm’s way, only for him to be rescued by the older brother of the man who’d flipped my life on its head.
Hunter was everything I ever wanted and nothing I thought I needed, and sliding one finger into the tight heat of his asshole, I also knew he was going to be the death of me.
Hunter whimpered and bucked off the bed, clamping down so hard around my finger I had no idea how I was going to get my dick into him. Gently, I petted my free hand over the top of his hip, soothing him like he was a terrified animal, cornered and waiting to be branded.
“You’re all right,” I whispered, softly digging my fingers into his thigh until he startled and stilled. I had one finger up his ass, all the way to the knuckle, and enough lube between us he was probably going to need a new mattress. “Do you want me to stop?”
“No,” he panted, shaking his head and screwing his eyes closed. “I want to be good for you.”
My heart cracked in a new and unexpected kind of way, and I managed to get a second finger into Hunter, pressed tight alongside the first.
“You are the best,” I promised him. “The best boy, the best Daddy, the best everything.”
He swallowed hard, eyes still tightly closed. With every breath, Hunter’s chest heaved. Staying still and calm was more than work for him, and I wished there was an easier way to get him ready for what he wanted that didn’t feel so much like torture.
“You’re so close, aren’t you?” I asked, my free hand again petting calming lines down the angles of his hip and side.
He managed a nod.
“Open your eyes,” I told him, and he did, the dark pools of his irises shining with barely restrained tears. “Is it too much?”
“No,” he whimpered. “I just want…”
He didn’t need to say anything more.
I wanted too.
I understood.
“I know I said I didn’t want you to come until I was inside of you, but I want you to come as soon as you need to.” I eased my fingers out before pushing them both back in. Deep. His entire body shook with a tremor that reached all the way down to his toes.
“I can do it for you, Sir.”
I bit down hard on the inside of my cheek, a violent taste of iron landing against my tongue.