Chapter 33 Lincoln #2
“I can do it for you too,” I said, moving my fingers into a scissor shape, slow as I could manage without setting him off.
It meant something to him to follow this instruction, to not come until I was inside of him, but I couldn’t hurt him in the process.
I couldn’t rush it, just like…just like he hadn’t rushed me.
Hunter had shown me nothing but patience and kindness, waiting for me to work out my own issues and come to my own conclusions about what I wanted and needed.
Now it was my eyes filled with tears, and I sucked in a sharp breath, finally pulling my fingers out of him and lining up my cock.
In a perfect world, Hunter could have stood to take some more prep.
Especially since he didn’t bottom often—if ever—but it was equally cruel to drag this out when he was so desperate for it.
I was desperate for him.
Maybe there would come a day when I could eat his ass for hours, tease his prostate and milk the cum right out of him until he didn’t have anything left to give me.
Maybe it wouldn’t hurt him to be stripped as bare before me as I often found myself with him.
Today, though, today I needed to feel the heat of him surround me and nothing else.
“Are you sure about this?” I asked, hesitating.
“I’m not made of glass,” he murmured, hands still above his head, the tail of the tie snaking through the dark waves of his hair. “But if you don’t put your cock inside of me, I might crack open like I am.”
“Okay,” I croaked, notching myself against Hunter’s tight opening. “Alright. Then…ask me nicely.”
Hunter’s legs gave a fierce shake, falling open wide on either side of the bed.
“Please fuck me, Si—”
He choked on the word as my cock pushed into him. His body was so hot, so fucking tight. Even with all the lube, getting into Hunter’s body was a squeeze. I fought through it, giving him my whole length on one go, and then I cradled his shaft against my fingers.
“Come now,” I demanded, and his cock spasmed in my hand, a thick rope of cum shooting across his stomach, followed by another and another, until it was nothing more than dribbles and pulses left.
He held his legs open by sheer willpower alone, and it was my hands pressing him down into the bed while we both rode out the taut convulsions of his release.
His cock stayed hard in my palm, hot and heavy, and I gave him two more thrusts before the pleasure on Hunter’s face pushed me over the edge right after him.
My hips jerked, and I buried myself to the hilt, my entire body quaking from the force of my orgasm.
I bent forward over his body and shook through it, sputtering and gasping, seeing stars.
“Perfect,” Hunter moaned, raising his hands between us.
I couldn’t even see straight, but I understood the ask.
It took forever to get the knot undone, but as soon as it was loose, Hunter had my cock out of his ass and my body pressed into the bed.
He aligned himself behind me, sweaty chest against sweaty back, and he lifted my leg into the air with one hand and pulled the plug out of my ass with the other.
I shouted in shock and in arousal, and Hunter quickly replaced the silicone toy with the thick heat of his shaft.
Sinking into me as thoroughly as I’d entered him, he went still with our bodies joined.
He wrapped his arms around me and held me, both of us gasping for air.
Something had…changed between us. Changed for the better, but all I could taste was the blood from when I bit myself earlier and the salt of tears I didn’t realize I’d even been shedding.
Pressing my head against his shoulder, I angled my face up for a kiss, which he gave me.
A gentle drag of his mouth against mine, a violent shudder as his cock pulsed inside of my ass, thickening to an impossible width that had me arching and crying out in Hunter’s arms.
“I’m here,” he whispered against the corner of my mouth. “I’ve got you.”
One of his hands slid down my chest, and he stroked my cock until my body wasn’t anything more than nerves and synapses, sparking and bursting beneath my skin.
It was slow after that, slow and easy and too much and not enough all at the same time.
After what felt like hours, Hunter rolled me onto my back and buried his face against the crook of my neck.
He shuddered through another orgasm, pulling me along after him until his fingers and my thighs were sticky with cum.
“I’m your Daddy,” he murmured into my sweaty and matted hair.
“Sir.”
“Your good boy.”
“Best boy,” I croaked.
Hunter drew shapes in the swirls of cum I’d spilled onto my stomach, and he peppered kisses against my neck and my jaw.
“I want you to move in with me,” he said.
And there was only one answer for me to give him. A tired nod not of concession but want.
“I’ll move in, Daddy,” I whispered. “I love you.”
Hunter eased himself out of me, rolling us into as comfortable of a snuggle as our sweaty bodies would allow. He made no move for the shower, instead using his body to pin me against him, leaving a kiss against the top of my head.
“You’ve changed my life, Lincoln. And I love you too.”