Chapter 14 #2
“Yeah.” I nod. “I mean, yeah, I do, but I try not to think about it. Like, when I sprained my groin, I was so worried I’d never get to play again, even though it’s a pretty common injury for goalies.
Our hips and knees, and our ankles, too, take a beating.
We’re constantly rotating our hips beyond the normal range of motion.
And it only takes twisting slightly wrong for those muscles to overstretch or tear, then you’re in trouble. ”
His eyes sparkle as a soft smile plays on his lips.
“What?”
“You.” He takes hold of my chin. “You’re so hard on yourself sometimes, and yet, you’re so fucking intelligent.”
“I’m not,” I mumble, face heating under his praise.
“You are. Did you think I wasn’t watching you when you’ve been doing your stretching exercises? How you go through each one with such attention to detail? Your dedication is admirable.”
My cheeks must be the color of a tomato with how hot my face feels.
I look down and spot the same hole in his jeans I wanted to poke at the movie theater.
My fingers itch to touch it, and this time, I let the impulsive thought win.
I reach over and stick the tip of my finger in the small tear, poking his warm skin.
“Or maybe I don’t want to risk being thirty-five and needing a completely new hip. I don’t want to be that old.”
He lets out a choked scoff. “Wow. I think you just called me old.”
I snap my head back up, eyes widening in shock. “I didn’t mean it like that.”
He grins. “I’m only teasing you.”
“Are you two lovebirds done? Is it safe to come in?” Walt’s voice echoes from the hall.
“Yeah, it’s safe,” Hunter calls out, then reaches over to give me a quick kiss. “I’m making a chicken stir-fry with rice noodles. Is that okay?”
“Mhm,” I murmur, stealing another kiss from him before he stands up. “Want me to come and help? I might not know what to do, but I can be there for moral support.”
He shakes his head. “No, you take it easy. It won’t take me long.”
Walt places my drink on the side table next to the couch, then returns to his armchair as Hunter disappears into the kitchen. “So, Elliot. Now he’s gone, tell me all about how you kicked Detroit’s ass last night. The game was magical to watch.”
And the nerves I was feeling earlier are nowhere to be found.
“Thanks for coming, Elliot. It was great meeting you,” Walt says, holding out his hand.
“I had a really good time. I can’t wait to hear more stories about Hunter.” I grin, giving his hand a shake.
“There’s plenty more where they came from. Don’t be a stranger.”
“I’ll be home in the morning,” Hunter tells his uncle.
“There’s no need to rush back on my account. I’m more than capable of taking care of myself.”
Hunter grumbles something under his breath.
“See ya.” I wave, then turn on my heels to follow Hunter down the narrow path to my parked car. He climbs into the passenger seat and tosses his duffel bag onto the back seat.
“Ready?” I ask, switching on the ignition. Air blasts from the vents, and I shiver at the chill. Thankfully, my car doesn’t take long to warm up.
When he doesn’t reply, I glance over to the passenger side and catch him staring at me with a small smile.
“What?” I ask dumbly.
“You’re wonderful, you know that?”
I snort, batting off his compliment because I don’t know how to handle it. “I think all that ginger ale you’ve had has gone to your head. All the bubbles are having a disco in your brain.”
“If it is, then it’s a disco I never want to leave.”
I’m unable to wipe the smile from my face on the drive back to my apartment. My cutlery still in my pocket because it turns out, Hunter really does know me well.
It’s dark and quiet when we walk in. I kick off my shoes and flick on the low-level lighting.
Hunter places his leather jacket on the back of the couch, then holds out his hand to me. I close the distance and slip my hand into his. He leads us down the hall to my bedroom, where he turns on the aura lamp, the room lighting up in a dim but warm, gentle glow.
Letting go of my hand, he cups my face and angles my head up slightly. His thumb traces my bottom lip, and I suck in a breath.
“Will you fuck me?” I ask, voice barely above a whisper.
His eyes widen in surprise for the briefest moment before the corner of his lips hitches up. “Are you sure?”
I nod. “Yeah, I’m sure. I just…” My gaze quickly darts to my bathroom. I showered before I left for dinner, but having another will help settle my nerves. “Can I take a super-quick shower?”
“Of course.” He captures my lips in a slow kiss, sliding his tongue into my mouth. When he steps back, my eyes flutter open again, my lips still parted.
“Okay,” I whisper, but I don’t move. It’s like I’m frozen from his touch.
Hunter gives me a lopsided smile. “Are you gonna shower?”
I slowly blink, then nod firmly a few times. “Yes. Shower. Yes. Let me go do that.” I step around him and head toward the bathroom. But before I close the door, I turn back around and say, “You stay there.”
He smirks, taking a seat on the edge of my bed. “I’ll be right here.”
After the world’s quickest shower, I brush my teeth and return to my room to find Hunter still sitting in the same spot.
Only this time, the buttons of his shirt are undone, exposing his glorious chest, and the button of his jeans is open.
My tongue darts out, licking over my lips as my eyes trail the dips and grooves of his muscles.
“Wowza,” I breathe. Damn, I want to lick him everywhere.
“Come here,” he says, voice thick with gravel.
I’m standing between his thighs in three easy strides, and his hands immediately go to my hips, resting just above where the towel sits.
He spreads his fingers wide, then slowly glides his hands up my torso.
I shiver under his touch, and when his thumbs lightly brush my nipples, I let out an involuntary moan.
“Do you like that?” he asks. “When I touch you?”
His thumbs graze my nipples again, and my mouth falls open, another gasp escaping. A tingly sensation rushes down to my toes, lighting every nerve ending on fire. I give a shaky nod, and his hands begin to make their way back down to my hips, pausing over the knot holding my towel up.
He glances up at me.
“Would you like to undress me?”
My eyes drop to his bare chest and down to where his happy trail disappears beneath the waistband of his underwear.
Wordlessly, I nod again, my heart pounding behind my chest with a mix of adrenaline, nerves, and arousal.
I subconsciously wipe my palms against the terry cloth before reaching out to take hold of either side of his open shirt and pushing the flannel off his shoulders.
He silently pops the buttons on the cuffs free, and I toss the shirt on the armchair in the corner.
I lower to my knees between his legs, and hook my fingers into the waistband of his boxers.
He lifts his hips as I begin to pull on his underwear and jeans at the same time.
I throw them in the direction of the chair, but I’m not sure if they join his shirt because I’m unable to tear my eyes away from his semihard cock.
I know Zach has talked me through everything, and I know Hunter will take his time with me, but seeing the size of him up close, when he isn’t even fully hard… It has a tiny seed of doubt blooming in my head. What if it hurts? What if I don’t like it, and Hunter gets mad at me?
“El,” Hunter says, using a finger to tilt my chin. “Everything is at your pace, okay? We won’t do anything you don’t want to do.”
Swallowing roughly, I agree. “I know. I want this.”
His smile is soft. “Me too. Now…” He drops his hand to the knot of my towel. “Can I take this off?”
Without a word, I stand up and drop my towel onto the floor. Hunter’s eyes darken as he peruses my naked body, swiping his tongue over his lower lip.
“Fuck,” he rasps. “You’re perfect, you know that?”
I beam under his praise.
“Lie down. I wanna take my time with you,” he demands.
I climb onto the bed, lying back against the pillows.
Hunter presses a knee into the mattress, and then warm hands land on my thighs and spread my legs.
He settles between them, slowly lowering himself over me until we’re practically nose to nose.
The heavy weight of his erection rests against my hip. He feels hot and silky.
“Hi,” I whisper, a wave of vulnerability coming over me.
He kisses me, nibbling and sucking on my lips before he murmurs, “Hi,” against my lips. The gentle sweep of his tongue against mine is like a drug, edging me higher in a state of ecstasy. He trails his lips across my jaw and down my neck, sucking on a sensitive spot where my neck joins my shoulder.
My fingers find their way into Hunter’s hair as he continues his teasing journey down my chest. He flicks my nipple with his tongue, then sucks it into his mouth.
I breathe out a moan, my fingers tightening in his hair. He presses open-mouthed kisses across my chest before he repeats the same on my other nipple. My cock thickens, and those same all-encompassing tingles from earlier race down my spine.
Fuck. I never knew it could feel this good.
He shifts further down the bed, his hands following the same path as his mouth, tweaking my nipples between his fingers. When his mouth reaches my stomach, he flicks his tongue into my belly button, and I gasp, my hips arching off the bed and toes curling into the comforter.
Holy shit. I’m so sensitive. Every inch of my skin is a live wire, electricity running through my veins like a current. My cock throbs, begging for attention as he gets closer to it, and my mind fills with images of Hunter taking me into his mouth.
My cock gives an appreciative twitch at the mental image. The head of my cock catches his day-old scruff, and the sensation of his coarse hair against my delicate skin causes me to shiver.
“Oh, fuck,” I groan.
He lifts his head slightly, a small smirk playing on his lips. “Can I taste you, El?”
“Please,” I beg, nodding eagerly. “Yes. Please suck my cock, Hunter.”
His smile turns wicked. He curls his hands around my hips until he’s cupping my ass. Strands of dark hair fall into his face when he dips his head again, and then I let out a loud cry when he takes me into his mouth and greedily sucks on my tip.
“Holy fuck,” I moan.
Hunter swallows me down, using his tongue to tease my cockhead. One hand drops to the bed, and I fist the sheets as my eyes roll to the back of my head when he gives me a hard suck.
Shit. I’m not going to last.
Arching my back off the bed, I tug on his hair, trying to ease him off me without letting me go completely.
“Hunter, I…” I begin to say, but it trails off into a moan when he swirls his tongue around the tip. “I’m gonna blow like a volcano if you carry on.”
He smirks around me, and the sight has my cock throbbing.
“Ugh, fuck me already,” I whine impatiently, giving his hair another tug.
He releases me with a pop. “Are you sure?”
I nod, spreading my legs a little wider. “Yes. Now. Please.”
Hunter moves to sit back on his haunches and grabs a bottle of lube. He pours a generous amount on his fingers, and then, with his other hand, he lifts one of my legs, angling it out to the side. I do the same with my other leg, and my cheeks flush at the significance of this moment.
The last two times didn’t feel like this. It wasn’t even a fraction of this. We haven’t even got to the main event, and I already can’t wait to do this again.
Is this what all my friends talk about when they say it’s a feeling out of this world? That nothing compares to the euphoria you experience? If it is, I can see myself getting addicted to Hunter. More than I already am.
He’s slow and gentle as he opens me up with his fingers. My cock begins to soften with the burn. It’s not painful, and only slightly uncomfortable, but Zach warned me about this. He promised it would be worth it.
Hunter ducks his head, sucking my balls into his mouth and nuzzling his stubble-lined face into my groin. Then he curls his finger, brushing against something inside me that causes my hips to jolt off the bed and stars to glitter in my vision.
“Ohh, fuck,” I gasp. “Wow. Do that again.”
He does, and my toes curl tight. My fists clench the bedding and his hair, eyes rolling back again as pleasure skyrockets down my spine.
I don’t know how long it’s been when he slips his fingers from my body, and I make a garbled sound in protest at the loss.
Hunter moves until he’s on top of me. His biceps flex, holding up his weight. His eyes search mine for something, and when he speaks, his voice is thick with arousal I feel in my balls.
“Are you sure you want to go without a condom? Nothing has changed since I showed you my results,” he says.
I’d mentioned the other day I had an aversion to the feel of latex, and if, or when, we had sex, it wasn’t something I wanted to worry about. He was supportive, like he always is, and booked himself to get tested the next day. I did the same, and we shared our results when we received them.
But the fact that he still checked in with me has my heart swelling.
I nod, and Hunter presses a slow, tender kiss to my lips before sitting back on his heels. He covers himself in lube, and I suck in a sharp breath when he nudges the head of his cock against my hole.
“Breathe for me, El,” he whispers, and I do.
He keeps his eyes fixed on mine. I let out a long breath, and he slowly eases himself inside. It burns, but it’s not as bad as I was expecting it to be. And even though he isn’t all the way in, I feel so full.
“Fuck, it’s like putting an eggplant up my ass,” I groan without thinking.
Hunter stills, amusement glistening in his eyes, and then we burst into laughter.
“I’m sorry. I don’t know why I said that,” I say, embarrassed.
“Don’t ever apologize.” He leans forward to kiss me, and the change of angle has me moaning. “You don’t need to watch what you say around me. Just be you. Unfiltered. Unmasked. Be completely, authentically you. Because you are perfect, El. So fucking perfect.”