Chapter 8 Hunter
EIGHT
HUNTER
Charlie clung tightly to me as I carried him to my bedroom.
I flicked on the overhead light and set him down beside my king size bed.
He unwound the throw from his body and set it on top of the duvet.
He looked up at me and pulled his bottom lip between his teeth.
“Hi,” he said breathlessly, suddenly shy.
I ran my thumb over his abused lip, pulling it free. “Hey, are you okay? We can stop right now if you want. I brought you here to keep you safe, not to…”
He cut me off with a shake of his head. “I don’t want to stop. I’m just having trouble believing someone like you wants someone like me.”
Damn his asshole ex. The man better hope I never meet him in person. I ran my thumb from the center of Charlie’s nose to his cheek. “My Nana used to call these angel kisses.”
His brows drew together in confusion. “Call what? You mean my freckles?”
“Yep. She said they were gifts from the angels.” I kissed his cheek. “I’ve always had a thing for freckles.”
“You have?” he whispered.
I kissed him long and slow. “I have.” I slid my hands down to cup his pert little ass. “I also have a thing for cute little redheads.”
He let out a soft gasp. “Hunter. Your hands feel so good on me.”
“I like having my hands on you.” I leaned down so I could speak softly into his ear. “Tell me what you want, sweetheart.”
“Everything.” He looked into my eyes. “I want everything.”
“Do you want me to fuck you, Charlie?”
“Yes.”
I grasped the hem of his sweater and pulled it over his head, revealing creamy skin sprinkled with more freckles. He was already working on the button of his jeans so I took my own shirt off and tossed it onto the floor next to his. It didn’t take us long to take the rest of our clothes off.
Charlie’s eyes ran the length of my body. “You’re so beautiful. Can I touch you?”
“Of course,” I said hoarsely.
He stepped closer and ran his warm hands up my chest, stopping to tweak my nipples.
He moved down my abdomen, following my treasure trail to the base of my cock, which was getting harder by the second.
He cupped my balls, lightly brushing my taint and I hummed with pleasure.
His other hand stroked my rigid length, drawing a groan from me. “Yes baby, that’s so good.”
Then Charlie went down on his knees still holding my cock. He looked up at me with a question in his eyes. I ran my thumb over his pouty bottom lip. “Suck me.”
He closed his mouth around the head of my dick, encasing it in his wet heat. A low moan escaped me. “Oh yeah, that’s it. Just like that.” I put one hand on the back of his head as he moved up and down my shaft, careful not to press too hard.
Charlie hummed in pleasure, the vibration shooting down my cock and up my spine.
I knew if we kept going like this, I’d shoot down his throat before I ever got inside his sweet little ass.
I put my hands on either side of his face to stop him and gently pulled out of his very talented mouth.
He blinked up at me like he was coming out of a trance. “Did I do something wrong?”
I took his hand and drew him to his feet. “Not at all, sweetheart. I was enjoying it a bit too much. I want you to come around my cock while I’m fucking you. Is that okay with you?”
He nodded his head vigorously. “Yes. All the yes.”
I chuckled at his enthusiasm. “Get on the bed. Hands and knees.”
Charlie hurried to comply, scooting up until his head rested on the pillow and his cute little butt was up in the air.
I got a condom and lube from my nightstand and set them on the bed next to him.
I climbed up behind him and ran my hands over his smooth skin.
His hard cock was hanging between his thighs, its head red and leaking precum.
“You still want my cock?”
He wiggled his ass. “Yes. I need it.”
I parted his ass cheeks, revealing his tight pink hole. Given my size, I knew I’d have to make sure he was ready for me. I spread his cheeks wider and ran my tongue up his crease, eliciting a gasp of surprise followed by a groan of pleasure. He was so responsive.
I licked and sucked at his furled entrance while he moaned and ground his ass into my face. I speared his slackening hole with my tongue tasting his dark essence. When he was wet and dripping, I lubed one finger and slid it in next to my tongue. That set off another round of moaning and writhing.
I withdrew my tongue and added a second finger, scissoring them to stretch him more. I crooked my fingers and found his prostate, making his back arch as he cried out in pleasure. “Hunter, please. I’m ready. I need it.”
“Just a little longer, baby. I don’t want to hurt you.” I added more and pushed in a third finger. By that time, Charlie was shoving himself back onto my fingers, groaning and pleading for me to fuck him.
Since my own cock was so hard it hurt, I figured it was time. I withdrew my fingers, chuckling when he turned his head and glared at me. “I’ve got you. Be patient.”
He just huffed, buried face in the pillow again, and wiggled his ass at me.
I took note. Charlie was feisty when he felt safe.
Good to know. I opened the condom and rolled it over my rock-hard dick.
I added a generous amount of lube before notching the head of my cock at his entrance. “You ready for me, sweet boy?”
He nodded his head and pushed his ass back against my straining length. I grasped his hips and held him still. “Easy now. I’ve got you.” I pressed forward while Charlie pushed out, allowing me to get past the tight ring of muscle at his entrance. “God yes, baby. You feel so good.”
“More,” Charlie moaned.
I pushed in slowly until I bottomed out. I held still, letting him get used to me. “You okay?” I asked.
“I just need a bit,” he replied. He took a few deep breaths and clenched the muscles in his ass, causing me to see stars. “I’m good,” he said. “Fuck me, Hunter. I want to feel it tomorrow.”
I had no doubt he would feel me for days after I was done with him. Tightening my grip on his hips, I pulled out slowly, almost to the tip, and then slammed back in. Charlie threw his head back, crying out his pleasure. “Yes! That feels so good!”
I set a steady pace, going hard but not so hard I risked hurting him. I got the feeling it had been a while for Charlie so I wanted to make it good for him. The room filled with the sounds of our gasps and groans. Of flesh slapping flesh. Of cries of, “Yes!” and “More!”
I shifted my angle and Charlie cried out, “I’m going to come!
” I was getting close myself so I wrapped one hand around his weeping cock, stroking him in time with my thrusts.
His dick grew harder in my grasp and the muscles of his ass clamped down on my shaft.
His back arched and he let out a guttural moan as ribbons of his cum shot onto the dark blue duvet.
My own orgasm crashed over me with the force of a tidal wave.
I thrust once more, as deep as I could go, and stayed there while my cock pulsed its release into the condom.
I let go of his cock so I could support my weight with both arms. I didn’t want to squish him. We both were breathing heavily. Sweat was dripping down my face and chest. Charlie lifted his head. “Wow,” he said hoarsely. “I never knew sex could be that good.”
If I’d been a peacock, I would have preened all my feathers. As it was, I simply kissed the back of his neck and murmured, “You deserve the best, Charlie.”
My dick finally softened so I grasped the base of the condom and gently pulled out of him.
I got up to get rid of the condom and get a washcloth to clean up.
He groaned and fell onto his side, adroitly avoiding the puddle of cooling cum on the duvet.
I went into my bathroom, cleaned myself up and brushed my teeth.
Then I ran a washcloth under warm water and brought it back out to clean Charlie up.
He was half-asleep when I got back to the bedroom. He opened his eyes blearily and said, “Hey handsome.”
“Hey cutie,” I replied. “I brought a washcloth for you.”
He blinked and went to sit up. “Oh, okay.”
I waved him back down. “I’ve got you.”
I gently cleaned him off and wiped up the mess on the duvet as best I could.
Charlie shivered in the cool air now that we weren’t generating our own heat, so I moved him around on the bed so I could pull down the covers.
He made vague noises of protest, but he could barely keep his eyes open.
I got him situated under the blankets and kissed his forehead.
“Get some sleep. You’ve had an eventful day. ”
“M-kay,” he murmured.
I smiled as his eyes closed again and his breathing evened out. I turned on the bedside lamp and turned off the overhead light. I put on a pair of sweats and a T-shirt, grabbed my phone from my pants pocket and headed back into the living room.
When I unlocked my phone, I saw I had a bunch of messages from Michael D’Angelo, the IT genius for Angel Security. I saw that he had tracked down how Brent had gotten to New York and where he was staying. As soon as I finished reading his messages I sent him a text.
Me: Sorry it took me so long to get back to you. Charlie and I were busy and I lost track of time.
Michael: No worries. I was able to triangulate Brent’s location using his cell number. He got a hotel not far from Charlie’s apartment building.
Me: I could go there and track him down.
Michael: That would get the police involved. They aren’t going to do anything about him following Charlie here because there’s no restraining order. There’s no record of physical abuse because Charlie never went to the hospital. You’d just end up getting arrested.
“God damn it,” I growled.
Me: So then what do we do? You should have seen how scared Charlie was when he got those texts. I can’t just stand by and do nothing.
Michael: We’re not saying you have to. We just have to get him in a position where we have leverage. If you confront him at his hotel, he can claim assault or harassment. If, on the other hand, we catch him trying to get hold of Charlie, then we have the upper hand.
Me: Are you saying we should use Charlie as bait???
Michael: Only if Charlie agrees, of course.
I wanted to throw my phone across the room.
I wanted Charlie as far away from Brent Oberman as humanly possible.
I took a deep breath and let it out slowly.
I had to calm down and think strategically.
Michael was right. The police wouldn’t do anything as long as Brent didn’t touch Charlie.
On top of that, cops weren’t known for helping the gay community.
Although that could be my own experience coloring my judgment.
I muttered a string of curses but refrained from chucking my phone across the room.
Me: Okay. I get how the strategy might work. I’ll do it only if Charlie agrees. He’s asleep right now so I’ll have to wait to ask him.
Michael: No worries. Text me when you have his answer. We’ll go from there.
Me: Okay.
I rubbed my face with both my hands. It was a hell of a decision to make. Charlie was terrified of Brent. How could I ask him to face the man? I checked the time on my phone. Just after ten. That wasn’t all that late for me, but it had been a hell of a day and I was beat.
I put the food from the restaurant in the refrigerator and set the hot cocoa mugs in the sink. I’d deal with them in the morning. I made sure my apartment door was locked, turned out the lights, and headed back to my bedroom.
Charlie was still asleep, cuddled up in the blankets with just his auburn hair showing above the duvet. I turned off the bedside lamp and slid under the blankets, drawing his smaller body into the curve of my own. I never believed in love at first sight, but damned if this didn’t come close.