Evans #3
For a moment, I think about fucking Hunter, and if that’s something I want.
Maybe in the future, but right now, I'm enjoying being the centre of attention. I can make him feral by offering my ass, and that’s a power I’m exploring.
Maybe during my next rut, I’ll feel differently, but it’s Hunter.
He could lecture me about colour swatches and I’d likely be throbbing, my dick gushing for him.
Leaning back on one hand, I don’t miss the way his gaze moves over my body. If his eyes were his tongue, I’d be slick from spit, head to toe. Hunter always watches me like he wants to devour me. It's a heady feeling, knowing that someone wants you like that.
There’s something about seeing Hunter hard for me, his head of his thick cock flushed and sticky with pre-cum.
Sinking to my knees slowly on his rug, I smirk before crawling to him.
I know I look obscene.
I own a mirror, and I swear I’ve watched almost every porn video I could get my hands on featuring athletic alphas. I may not have Hunter’s roguish charm, the tattoos or the piercings, but there are people out there who’d pay a lot of money for this.
Nudging his hand out of the way, I take him in hand, enjoying how hot and smooth he feels against my palm, the weight of him making my mouth water. Dick-sucking was something that never really crossed my mind before, but now I was obsessed with getting my mouth on him.
Guiding him between my lips, I slowly inch down his shaft until my nose is nuzzled against his pubes. He tastes like salt and skin, tinged with a musky citrus. Tugging his balls, I ease off, coating him with spit so that it starts to run down his length, dribbling onto his balls.
“That’s it baby,” he pushes a hand into my hair, stroking my scalp as I work him over in hungry, deep, sloppy motions. “Moan for me.”
I hadn’t even realised I was moaning, it was tunnel vision for his cock. Sure enough, a soft mewling noise, needy and desperate reaches my ears. Blushing, I can barely believe that those sounds are coming from me.
“Fucking love this blush,” he says, stroking my cheek with his thumb. “It’s the same pink as your hole when I eat it.”
Of fuck. My asshole flutters, twitching when he talks about eating me. Hunter’s tongue working inside me was in my top three orgasms. I would sell me soul for him to rim me every day for the rest of my life.
“What if Sadie wakes up?” He grunts, biting down on my ear lobe and he fucks into me mercilessly. His thrusts are punishing, driven by rage and a need to own, dominate, possess. His alpha is running the show.
A thrill shoots through me at the thought of being caught. I didn’t think voyeurism or exhibitionism was a kink of mine but now I’m questioning everything.
“What if she comes in here and sees you impaled on my cock, like the filthy alpha you are?”
Fuck, why was that so hot?
“She’s just the other side of this wall, Benny.” There’s no denying this is ten times hotter because I know my ex-fuckbuddy is sleeping in the next room.
With a nudge of his feet, he spreads my legs wider, grabbing my hips roughly to position me exactly where he wants me.
He’s fucking me like a cock sleeve and I think I love it.
Grabbing a handful of my hair, he pushes my cheek flat against the cool brick.
He’s not hurting me, but there’s enough pressure to make my body clench and tighten, everywhere apparently as he lets out a low grunt.
“That’s it, you can take it.” He croons, fucking me as I cover the wall in thick ribbons of cum, my breathing staggered and panting as I try to stay on my feet. “Good boy.”
Wrapping an arm around my waist Hunter guides me to the bed. “Get on the bed, she’s not worth wasting your cum on the wall. I want you to dirty my sheets, make it stink of us.”
Crawling onto the mattress, I position myself on all fours, arching my back as I offer up my ass. Hunter doesn’t stand on ceremony, grabbing my hips and bottoming out in one smooth thrust. With every roll of his hips, my cock oozes more slick pre-cum.
“Look at how well you’re taking me,” he spreads my cheeks and slows his movements, watching as his fat cock moves in and out of my hole, stretching me until I’m prefect fit for him
“Fuckkkk,” I moan, trying to stay quiet but it’s like he’s filling every inch of me, setting me alight from the inside.
Reaching around, he plucks my nipple, pinching it between his fingers hard enough to make me gasp. My hips move on their own, fucking me back harder on his length.
“I’m going to pump you full of my cum, and knot you, breeding you like the good little mate you are.” His grunts lose a consistent rhythm as he loses control, his snarls ferals as he bites and sucks my skin, cock still pummeling as he pulls out and slams back in.
I don’t have a chance to say anything before he’s holding me tightly against his body and I can feel the familiar stretch and burn in my ass.
Hunter’s knot inflating inside me is a sensation I don’t think I’ll ever get used to. The alpha inside me roars, protesting the show of dominance, but the horny jock loves being owned in every way.
“Fucking you was a reward, because you waited in my bed, like a good boy.” He says, as I whine, my own knot throbbing and expanding.
He ignores it, not giving the pressure I need to turn the sensation to bliss.
Grinding against me, he pushes his knot deeper.
“But my knot is your punishment, for letting her into yours.”
He slaps my ass cheek, the sting on my skin grounding me in the moment.
“I wish you could see how beautiful you look with my knot buried in your ass,” he praises, but I’m barely hanging on by a thread. “It’s like you were made for me.”
With a whine, I half sob as he gives a shallow thrust, his knot pushing against my rim. “Fuck, Hunter. I can’t, I can't."
“Want to stay like this forever,” he wraps a hand around my throat and rocks into me again, the pressure against my prostate forcing another orgasm from me. “So good, such a good boy for me.”
I think I can add ‘good boy’ to my newly discovered list of kinks, as my dick twitches. glitches. I should be spent, exhausted and rang out but it’s Hunter so he could probably revive my dick from the dead.
I don’t even care how loud I’m being now, the pleasure overriding any shred of sanity I had left as he wraps a hand around my shaft and milks out every last drop.
I’m an overstimulated, sticky, trembling mess, made up of nothing but raw nerves and overwhelming sensations.
When there’s truly nothing left, I sink back against him
Carefully, he positions us on our sides so that I can doze while he strokes my hair and we wait for the knot to deflate.
When we’re finally able to separate, we stay laying like that. Holding one another, basking in the afterglow while we work through what we’re feeling, sated and covered in cum.
“You know, your dad is going to find out about us eventually, right?” Hunter murmurs as he presses a kiss against my shoulder. I never realised how much I liked being the little spoon until Hunter. It made me feel like I was being wrapped up, cared for. “You’re my mate.”
The words sting. He’s been saying that, but I’m not an idiot. I know there’s no mate bond between us, despite how hard he tries.
“I’m not your mate though.” I can’t just will something into existence, no matter how much I might want it.
No matter how many times he sinks his teeth in and tries to claim me.
I don’t think he knows that I know what he’s doing.
He tries to play it off like another lovebite, but I see the way he watches, waiting for this one the last.
“You’re my Chosen Mate.” He wraps his large body around me, lips pressed against the back of my neck over the fading failed mate mark. “I choose you. I will always choose you, you big fucking idiot.”
Hunter sounds resolute, so sure that I am his mate—Fated, Chosen or otherwise, he doesn’t care. It’s all the same to him. I am his, he is mine.
“That’s why we need to tell your father,” Hunter’s voice is soft, like he’s worried he might spook me or frighten me off.
I know the inevitable is coming, I just need more time. Not because I’m unsure about this, but because I want to enjoy it for a little while longer, without it being tainted by other people’s opinions.
“I know.”
“If I see that harpy in the morning, I’m ripping her hair out.” He grumbles as he squeezes his arms around my waist. “She’s going to look like one of Ivii’s crazy barbie dolls if I get my hands on her.”
“I know that too.” He 100% means it. He’s never shied away from a showdown with Sadie, so why would he start now?
As my eyes flutter closed and as I start drifting to sleep, I hear his voice in the darkness. “And we’re fucking in your bed to cover the stench.”
“We could just wash the sheets?”
His lips brush against my ear as his cock twitches against my ass. “Where’s the fun in that?”