17. Hunter
17
Hunter
I t had been torture waiting for an out-of-town game. I knew this was my only chance to get Gomez alone. He had been dodging me for three days even feigning sickness on the day we were supposed to practice together.
A part of me thought I was pushing the issue, but since we had lost today, I knew I had to try one more time because this could help us. Like I told Valencia, it was a win-win for all of us. If we all signed a contract, we would have an NDA to ensure all our safety and the parameters of what we all did and didn’t want.
Grabbing my bag, I walked to the charter bus that was supposed to take us to our hotel, a little disappointed that Valencia didn’t come with us this time. We played a good game, and it was brutal with some of us in the sin bin more often. I was ready for sleep, but the thought of talking to Gomez kept me awake.
When we arrived at the hotel, we waited in the lobby for our keys as I heard some of the guys planning to come down to eat after they got situated upstairs. Gomez said he might come down, but I had to convince him to eat in the room with me and we could talk. If more happened, I was also down for it too.
Coach gave out keys and we all went up to our rooms, but Gomez got on the elevator before me. I was afraid he was going to leave before I got a chance to speak with him. The elevator I got on stopped at two floors before letting us out on the ninth floor where most of us were staying.
I bolted for the room, swiping the card and opening the door a little too aggressively.
“Chingao,” Gomez said, stepping back, already in some sweats and a t-shirt. “Damn dude.”
“Shit, sorry,” I said, stepping inside trying to be oblivious that he was leaving. “Want to order in?”
I didn't know how to be nice to Gomez. We fought and were mean to each other. Did I compliment him? He you got a nice cock, want to fuck?
“Uh, I was going to go down with the guys and eat,” he said, not looking at me.
“I think you’ve run away enough, we need to talk,” I said firmly, and dropped my bag at the end of the bed.
“There is nothing to talk about,” he said, crossing his arms against his chest.
I gave him a pointed look.
“You know there is and while Val isn’t here, we need to talk about other things,” I said, sitting on the bed hoping he didn’t run.
“We kissed and fucked Ruby Dix,” he said taking a deep breath. “I don't know what else you want to talk about.”
“You didn’t seem that ok when you practically ran away from us,” I said, running my hands through my hair.
“What do you want me to say?” he snapped.
“I don’t know, I just… you seemed surprised that it was me and now your hesitation that night makes sense,” I said as I stood up. “It was your first time with a man, right?”
He looked away as pink ran up his neck.
“Does it matter?” he growled. “What does it change? Do you want to be the one who guides me in my newfound bi-ness.”
“I mean, I’m not opposed to fooling around, if that’s what you want,” I smirked. “I also love a good contract.”
Gomez stared at me in disbelief. “Why the fuck would we do that? We hate each other.”
“Do we really or is it just sexual tension?” I stepped up to him, seeing him swallow, making his Adam's apple go up and down. “I’m down for some hate fucking. If it's on paper, we can put rules and express what we want.”
This had to appeal to him. Being a rigger meant he knew about the ins and outs of BDSM.
“We shouldn’t,” he said softly.
He looked nervous, a little scared.
“Ok,” I said, not wanting to push him, but it didn’t lessen the sting of rejection.
I wasn’t an idiot to think that it would be easy for everyone to say yes to this. Sometimes, I forgot how young he was and this wasn’t all black and white to him.
Walking to the bed by the window, I took off my shoes before taking off my jacket and got undressed. He still hadn’t moved when I took a pair of sweats out and changed into them. My eyes looked everywhere else except at him, even though I could feel his eyes on me. His attention made my cock perk up and it flooded me with memories of kissing and rutting together.
“How would this work?” he finally said when I pulled out a menu to order food.
“You know how a contract works,” I said, still not looking at him as he walked around the bed sitting opposite of me.
“That’s not what I meant. What would the roles be?” Gomez sounded so young. “I've only had one contract, and she was my Domme.”
I looked up a little surprised.
“What do you want?” My heart rate started to get faster, the excitement of him thinking about it made me think this wasn't a lost cause. “We can do what you're comfortable with and go from there. Maybe I can give you a taste.”
I knew this might make him run, but what did I have to lose at this point? Slowly, I got on my knees in between his legs.
“There is so much I could teach you,” I said, rubbing his thighs up and down, inching closer to his cock every other rub. “And once you’ve learned enough, maybe you could tie me up? Fuck my mouth while I can’t touch you.”
“Jesus, Hunter,” he whispered.
“I’m a very good switch, I love to please, but I also like to command,” I said, running my fingers over the band of his sweats.
He thrusted ever so slightly up, looking for friction. I ran my hand over his cock to reward him.
“So, if I wanted to run the show, you wouldn’t have a problem?” He leaned back giving me more access.
“Nope,” I said, running my hands up, hooking my fingers on his sweats and underwear to bring them down. “I like being told what to do. I love to listen. I could be your good boy.”
His cock popped out hitting his stomach. My mouth watered with the need to suck him into my mouth, something I wanted to do desperately since the last time we were all together.
“Then suck my cock, Hunter,” he growled. “Show me what a good slut you are, and I might reward my good boy.”
I smirked, grabbed his cock, and stroked him slowly because I was going to be a brat about it. Little did he know, I could top from the bottom just fine.
“So impatient,” I said, kissing the head of his cock before licking the precum leaking from him.
“I’ve been so fucking horny since the day we made out in the locker and?—”
He moaned, not finishing his sentence as I took the head of his cock in my mouth, lightly sucking. I slowly guided him in my mouth until he hit the back of my throat, and I moaned.
“Fuck, I should have fucked your mouth sooner to make you keep those snarky comments to yourself,” he groaned, thrusting slight into my mouth.
I swirled my tongue over the head of his cock, “Oh, Romeo, you think this is going to save you on the ice.”
“No, but you might think twice about it when I can tie you up and deny you orgasms all night,” he smirked. “Maybe I’ll come all over that pretty face of yours a few times before I let you finish.”
“Two can play that game,” I said, taking him into my mouth again, showing him how good I was at it.
My gag reflex was non-existent, and I took him all the way down my throat.
“Fuck!” he shouted laying down, running his hands through my hair. “Who knew grumpy Hunter was such a cock slut.”
He raised himself on his elbows to see me, his expression drunk with pleasure. I moaned using one of my hands to stroke as I continued letting him hit the back of my throat.
“Who knew you would look so good with my cock in your mouth,” he grunted, thrusting shallowly as he grabbed my hair.
I pulled off his cock, sat back on my haunches, debating what I wanted to do, except he didn’t give me that chance. He picked me up, pushing me down on the other bed capturing my mouth.
“Damn you,” he said against my lips, before kissing me with so much need.
He thrusted his cock against me, but our positioning was all wrong. Tearing our mouths apart he stood up, removing his pants and underwear, and then going for mine. His movements were frantic like he couldn’t wait, like he was desperate for me.
We took our shirts off together before clashing together and our mouths found each other like magnets. He thrusted his tongue into my mouth, rolling it around with my own. I bucked up, needing something more because this wasn’t enough.
He moaned into my mouth when our cocks finally touched. Pleasure shot through me and while I wanted him to fuck me, we had to ease him into sex.
“Grab our cocks and fuck us together,” I said in between kisses, my hands roaming all over his hard body.
He pulled away, and leaned up a little to give him room to grab our cocks together.
“Fuck,” he said, grabbing us with one hand using our combined precum to drive us insane. “Why does that feel so good?”
“This is just the tip of the iceberg,” I said, thrusting up into his hand. “Wait till I finger your prostate and suck you off.”
I groaned when he picked up the pace.
“You're going to ruin me, Hunter,” he groaned, spitting on our cocks for a better glide. “You’ve been a pain in my ass and you're going to continue to be. They better be fucking mind-blowing orgasms.”
He leaned on his hand next to my head, thrusting into his fist faster.
“I’m close,” I said, and leaned up to catch his lips in a kiss.
He groaned into our kiss, his body shuddered and I came with his name on my lips. Each stroke took me higher and higher, the pleasure almost painful.
“Damn, Hunter,” he said, as I opened my eyes to see he hadn’t come.
I pushed him back to take his cock in my mouth, tasting myself on him, deep throating him until he shouted his release. He shook as I cleaned him up, not wasting a drop.
“I’m too sensitive,” he said, trying to push me away.
“Just making sure you're clean,” I smirked, leaning up and crawling up his body, kissing him, hoping he tasted both of us.
He grabbed my ass while we kissed, pushing our cocks together, still riding the high from our orgasms. I nipped his lower lip before leaning back.
“I should have done this a long time ago if it would’ve left you pliant and silent,” I said, enjoying seeing him just lying there like I rocked his world.
“We might have fought if you tried this,” he said, opening his eyes. “But maybe we could keep hate head or hate frotting.”
“I could start a fight and definitely make that happen,” I said, getting off him.
He laughed, shaking his head as he leaned up on his elbows, looking adorable.
“Come on, let's go shower and I can tell you the rest of my plan,” I said, getting off the bed.
“Rest of the plan?” He followed me into the shower.
“Yeah, because you were part one and part two includes our cam girl,” I said, turning on the water, seeing his brows raise up. “I think we should enter a contract together.”