Chapter 37
LINCOLN
Hunter and Andrew were both content to let me steer everything for the afternoon, from picking the restaurant to deciding when we were going to call it a day.
The two of them danced around each other like they were both waiting for the other to attack, but by the time we said our goodbyes, they were at least laughing together.
Andrew was going to head back to the hotel for dinner and some relaxation before Hunter’s party, and we were heading home for Hunter to make good on his promise of plugging me full of cum before meeting his colleagues.
He’d been off since I’d gotten back to the apartment with Silas, and it took all my willpower to convince myself it had to do with his brothers and not with me relocating almost everything I owned into his space.
Once we were back in his room, he did stop to say hello to Feeny before stripping out of his clothes, and that had to be a good sign.
Right?
“Are you sure you want me to move in?” I asked, sitting down on the edge of the bed beside him.
“Very sure. Why?”
I shook my head because I didn’t want to tell him he was acting different. He had a lot going on with Andrew being in town and the promotion and me, and I absolutely did not want the me part of the equation to be an added stress for him since I knew the rest of it was.
“Just checking.”
Hunter was quiet for a moment before turning to me, his eyes dark. “Which of these boxes has your toys?”
I chuckled, chewing the inside of my cheek. “Straight to it then?”
He swallowed hard, expression neutral. “Take off your clothes, Lincoln.”
Hunter was already in his underwear, and it took me no time to find myself in even less. He hadn’t moved from his perch on the bed, and I stood in front of him, my quickly hardening cock almost at his mouth.
“On your knees,” he said next.
Sinking down to the floor was easier than it had been the first time I did it for him in the guest room, but still the same sense of nervous excitement coursed through my veins.
I went all the way down so my ass rested on my heels, and much like he’d done before, Hunter left me there until I settled, until I quit fidgeting.
Tenderly, he slid his fingers into my hair and pulled me toward him with one hand, his other pulling his cock out from behind the waistband of his underwear.
The intention was very clear and didn’t need instruction, but he guided me down between his legs just the same and I swallowed him whole.
Hunter was half hard, but he quickly thickened against the roof of my mouth.
Precum pulsed against the back of my tongue, and I gagged around him a little, which earned me a low and rumbling groan.
“You’re so good at this,” he murmured, hips lifting off the bed so he could get deeper.
Hunter’s hand in my hair was steady, setting a much easier pace than I would have chosen if he didn’t have my head under his control.
The slow slide of my lips up and down his length was torture, but the sight of all the spit strings connecting us every time he pulled me up and off was enough to have my own dick leaking against my stomach.
“Can I touch myself?”
“No.” The answer was firm and final, even as he reached to the drawer in the nightstand for a bottle of lube. “But you can prep yourself while I go find what plug I want to put inside of you.”
I groaned, holding out my hand for him to drizzle some into my fingers. “Where’s your toy box?”
“The one with the pink marker on it.”
Hunter stood, rubbing his cock in my face before stepping around me to find the box in question.
I didn’t dare look after him. I already knew what he’d find.
Instead, I paid attention to my own body, rocking back so I could get two slick fingers into my ass.
Behind me, Hunter rifled through the box, thick silicone toys knocking against each other as he went.
Every so often, he would make a surprised noise, which only had me spreading my fingers wider apart against my rim.
“You’ve given me ideas,” he said after returning to the bed. He sat back down with his cock still out, a very average-sized plug in hand. “Are you ready?”
“Dying for it, I think.”
Hunter smiled at me, swiping his thumb across my cheek.
“Come ride me then.”
“Fuck.” I scrambled off the floor and onto his lap. I replaced my fingers with his spit-soaked cock, sinking down around him with a breathy little whimper.
Hunter bracketed his hands around my hips, not guiding like he’d done before, only holding me steady so I could set my own pace this time.
Rocking my body, I fucked Hunter until he couldn’t hold my hips any longer.
His hands freely roamed up my back and down my ribs, the reverent way he touched me enough to send me flying right toward my own release.
“Can I come?” I whispered, head thrown back. “Will you let me come?”
“I won’t let you,” he answered, curling his hand around my pulsing shaft. “I’ll make you.”
It was one stroke after that, and I came with a shout, spurting my load all over Hunter’s strong fingers.
I cried out, the only thing holding me up, his other hand splayed against the middle of my back.
Hunter remained tense and focused, milking me dry, and only after I cried out from the overstimulation did he move.
He grabbed me by the hips again, fucked up into me once, twice, a third time, then he went still.
Heat poured into me, the girth of his cock pressing urgently against me as he came up my ass.
He cursed under his breath and lifted us both off the bed, dropping me into my back and fucking into me once more for good measure.
I trembled beneath him, hands against his chest and shoulders while he rode out the end of his release.
It was probably the most vanilla sex we’d ever had, but there was an unexpected intimacy between us that I hadn’t anticipated. My own feelings only heightened when he eased out of me with a wince, then reached for the plug and made quick work of pushing it into me.
“God, Lincoln.”
Hunter kissed the side of my throat, then my clavicle, and he worked himself down lower to each nipple, my navel, and further still until he was behind my balls leaving wet and open-mouth kisses against the place the plug breached me.
“How am I going to make it through this party knowing my cum is sloshing around inside of you all night?”
“How are you going to make it?” I laughed weakly and covered my eyes with my forearm. “How am I going to make it?”
“You’ll make it because I told you to,” he whispered, smiling against the inside of my thigh.
I reached down and carded my fingers through his hair, messy and slightly damp at the roots.
“And you’ll make it because I told you to, right?”
Hunter looked up at me without moving his face, just a slow shift of his attention from beneath the dark fan of his lashes, and he nodded, nose brushing against my still very sensitive balls.
“Anything for you, Sir,” he whispered.
I managed another weak laugh before closing my eyes and sinking into the bed.
Hunter gave me five minutes of rest before dislodging himself from between my legs and urging me onto my feet.
I grumbled every protest imaginable, only relenting once he walked us into the shower together and spent well over an hour lavishing more attention on me.
By the time we were dry and dressed for his party, I was a live wire ready to spark into an inferno, and he didn’t seem to be faring much better.
Making a sex game out of his work party was probably not the best idea, but there was no going back from it now.
I didn’t have fancy or expensive clothes like Hunter, but I settled on a pair of black slacks and a navy button-down shirt.
He asked if I wanted a tie, and I asked if I needed one.
In response, he looped one of his silk ties around my neck and knotted it at the base of my throat, and it felt like a collar to me, but if it felt the same to him, he didn’t say.
“How does it look?” I asked.
Instead of answering, his mouth twitched into a smile that he hid with a kiss. And then we were off.
It was my first time to Hunter’s office.
My first time around all of his brothers at once, my first time feeling ashamed of myself for simply being who I was and not somebody different.
The other partners at the firm were older and far more staunch than Hunter could ever be, but it was clear he’d spent years establishing respect and camaraderie.
He wouldn’t have made partner otherwise.
But to say I was feeling out of place would have been an understatement.
Patron saint of being in over my fucking head.
Hunter held tight to my hand, keeping me close to him as we made a quick round of everyone who’d already gathered. There was a makeshift bar set up against one of the windows that had my name on it, and I knocked my elbow into Hunter’s arm to get his attention.
“Do you want a drink?” I asked.
“I would love one.”
We’d been speaking with Smith and Finn while waiting for Andrew to arrive.
Marshall and Silas were chatting with a man I’d never seen before, and for the most part, everyone seemed to be having a good time.
If anyone was stressed, they were hiding it better than I was, but I hoped it wasn’t anything a good drink wouldn’t fix.
“Vodka soda?”
Hunter smiled, kissing my forehead. “You know me so well.”
“Andrew is here,” Finn said, and it felt like the perfect time to slip away to get us drinks. I gave Hunter’s hand a squeeze and headed for the other end of the party.