Hunter
Three years later…
“That’s it baby…” I murmur close to his ear as I grind deeper into his ass slowly, teasing him just how he likes. “Are you going to come handsfree for me?”
His head falls forward onto the pillow, and he clutches at it, burying his face with a moan. His hair is a little longer now, there’s more to grab and it makes him look more relaxed.
“Fuck you,” he hisses between panted groans. “I’m not a wireless headset.”
I suck another mark onto the back of his neck, admiring the ones it joins scattered over his shoulders and collarbone. He’s my own personal canvas, a work of art with his flushed skin, covered in signs that he belongs to me.
My mate.
Mine.
My hips snap forward, my teeth sinking into the skin over my claiming mark as I thrust into him harder. Mine. Mine. Mine. We’re both covered in a soft sheen of sweat thanks to the way I’ve edged us for the last thirty minutes.
What was supposed to be a morning quickie was turning into something more as I buried myself as deeply as I could into his body. I know when I hit his prostate, because he makes a low keening noise, one I’ve come to recognise very well.
“Stop! You make me–look like—like a bruised peach.” The little noises that pepper his words are delicious, I would bottle that shit up if I could, spend my days drunk on it. “I have–have to–go to the office like this. Eughh fuck!”
It’s Saturday.
He wasn’t working today, so I don’t know why he’s complaining as I thrust again.
Hard. But too slowly for any real relief, just more agonising torture that I know he secretly loves.
The pink tips of his ears always give him away.
Mine. Besides, the marks will have faded a little by Monday, but then I’d just have to make fresh ones.
“But baby, how will everyone know who you belong to otherwise?” I spread his cheeks wider, watching my cock slide in and out of his stretched puffy hole before giving him a slap and watching his ass jiggle. “And you’re a delicious peach.”
Having a beefy mate was the best. He’d built us a home gym that I only used under protest, but when everything became too much, he still liked to run laps.
Despite finishing college almost three years ago, Evans still played football.
It was for a local league while he also helped Zale coach kids at the Riverview community centre.
We may not want kids of our own yet, but coaching seemed to fill that space.
That was when he wasn’t working at his corporate job in Pembroke Holdings or hiding out in the cabin by the lake with me or my family.
I say or, because more often than not, he would drive up there just to spend the weekend with my sister and mother, so they could have another ‘romance drama retreat’. I swear they’d corrupted him.
His body was perfect and years later, he was still my favourite muse, featured in galleries and private collections across the world.
His ass bankrolled my art career. Last night, I’d been working on a special oil painting for his birthday.
It had been another long night, obsessing over capturing him on canvas until the early hours.
I’m blaming that on how we ended up here, since I’d come to bed this morning and found him naked beneath the sheets, snoring softly as he lay on his stomach with one leg positioned higher looking sinfully tempting. Perfect.
I hadn’t been able to resist lifting the covers and slotting myself between his legs, squeezing his ass gently before teasing his hole with my fingers.
Speaking of…
“C’mon baby. Come for me. If you come without touching that fat cock, I’ll eat your ass when we get home later.
” It turns out, Evans loved being eaten out.
Rimming was one of his favourites, and the things I could get him to do just by promising to get my tongue in his ass was adorable when I would have done it anyway.
“Fuck!” His whole body clenches, as I grab his hips and fuck him a little harder. “You promise?”
“I promise, Benny,” I soothe as I shift, pulling him upright, his back flush with my chest. My hand wraps around his neck, pinning him in place as he’s impaled on my cock.
This position gives me the perfect view, as I glance over his shoulder and see his thick, heavy cock jutting out, dripping precum onto our sheets.
“C’mon, I want to see that knot,” I tease, addicted to making him knot. I would work him over mercilessly with my cock, pounding against his prostate and when it expanded, I would milk it with my hands, massaging and squeezing so that he was like a firehose of cum for me.
“You’re fucking evil, you know that?” he chuckles, knowing exactly what I’m thinking as I roll my hips, grinding against his prostate again, letting my piercing brush over the bundle of nerves. “We don’t have time for this…Hunter!”
I think we do.
We’ll always have time to make my mate come, to make him feel loved and wanted in the most feral, raw way.
He wants this as much as I do, I can feel it down our bond. He loves how obsessed I am with him, with marking and claiming him over and over again. It makes him feel like he’s the most important person in my world, which he is. And I’ll never let him forget it.
“We’re going to miss Cari’s birthday if you keep edging me.”
“She’s three. I don’t think she’ll care.
” I snort, knowing our bonddaughter will be surrounded by plenty of people who adore her as much as we do.
Even Blake was taking time out of his hectic training schedule to be there today.
Grabbing Evans’ chin, I turn him so that I can claim his mouth in a sloppy kiss while I keep fucking him.
“We can just tell them you’ve gone into rut. ”
“We used that last month for Bell’s birthday.
” He hadn’t felt comfortable going over for dinner, not with Bell giving birth to their second child recently and all the feelings that brought up.
Bell was still a tricky subject, but Evans was trying to make it work. They all were. They just needed time.
Evans breaks free of my grip, sliding back down onto sheets, arching his back for me.
“I can tell them I’m in rut,” I offer, pounding him with short, shallow thrusts, my hand on the back of his neck, pinning him in place.
“Hunter,” he whines, lifting his ass higher, begging for more.
“Fine,” I huff, while he moans my name over and over like a reverent prayer. “No knot. This time. But you still better not touch that dick. It’s mine.”
His ass clenches around my cock and I know he’s close, the telltale signs are all there.
His breathing is erratic, the only thing he can say is my name and more importantly I can feel it, the swell, the climbing pressure down our bond acting as a feedback loop, dragging me along in the tide of pleasure.
“You’re so good for me, aren’t you Benny.”
My mate.
My home.
My obsession.
Mine.