43. FORTY-THREE #2
I thought it was happening just a moment ago, but clearly his dick in my mouth didn’t cause it. I don’t know what will. What does he need? I’d be anything and everything he wanted.
“Please don’t keep pushing me away,” I whisper. That’s the truth of the entire thing. He’s pushing me away.
“I don’t mean to,” he tells me, scanning my face like he’s trying to memorize it. “All I want is to be good enough for you.”
“You are . You’re…fuck, Hunter, you’re mine. Don’t you get it? Haven’t I shown you that? All you have to do is look, and you’ll find me. I’m right here. Let me in. ”
I spot it the moment the last strings holding him back snap. He pushes into me, still holding my cheeks, and dips his head. “I already did, sweetheart,” he whispers before crushing his lips into mine.
My pulse kicks into a wild gallop when he spears his tongue into my mouth, swirling it around while bending his knees to hoist me up.
I quickly band my arms around his neck, locking my legs around his hips while we kiss like we’re starved.
I’m not a light guy, and Hunter isn’t the most muscular man ever, but he easily carries me back inside.
It dawns on me as he kicks open the guest room downstairs—that was supposed to be my room before I moved into his—that he hasn’t had his after-work shower. The last thing I want is for him to be uncomfortable, but he doesn’t stop attacking my lips, sucking and licking, demanding and hot.
So hot.
We crash onto the bed in a pile of impatient limbs. My hands hurry to get his shirt unbuttoned and untucked fully while he pushes my shirt up my stomach. His task proves much easier and quicker, so when he dips his head and snatches up my nipple, I cry out.
My back arches, and the sensation is almost overwhelming due to its newness.
Hunter doesn’t stop, though. Eyes rolling into my skull, I buck under him, moaning so loud it must sound ridiculous, but I’m met with a satisfied hum.
His tongue swirls around the tight bud, flicking over it with dexterous skill.
“Holy shit,” I squeak, barely able to glance down in time to watch him switch to the other. It’s equally as sensitive, and I instinctively roll my hips.
His large hand holds me flat to the bed, pressed against my stomach, soft and warm while he tortures me. Every nerve in my body feels connected to my nipple right now. My dick is so hard I want to sob. I’ve never felt anything this intense before, and he’s nowhere near where I want him.
“ Please .” It's a sad, broken sound.
With a wet pop, he releases my nipple and licks his lips. “You don’t need to beg me, baby. I’ll take care of you,” he purrs, dragging that mouth down my sternum. Hot, open-mouth kisses leave a wet trail until he gets to my navel.
Still keeping me pinned down with a single hand, he circles his tongue around it, occasionally dipping inside, and I swear there is a string attached from that area straight to the head of my dick.
I try to lift my hips to rub against him, but he uses his thighs to keep me put.
Instead of moving lower, he throws me off with a firm suck over my hip bone.
Then he travels back up, making sure to kiss each of my ribs on the left side and my heart… just…swoons.
“Have you ever had multiple orgasms?” he asks, pushing down my sweats and underwear, freeing my painful erection.
I shake my head, peeking to watch his hand. “N-No.”
He smiles and kisses me deeply. I moan into his mouth, the soft pads of his fingers playing with my neatly trimmed pubic hair. “May I?” A single finger traces the root of my dick and my whole body quivers.
“Fuck,” I gasp. “Yes.” Seriously, I’d agree to anything right now.
Those dimples pop adorably and he repeats his earlier torture, sucking and licking my nipples until I’m humping the air, leaking all down my shaft—damn near brought to tears with how badly I need to come.
Who knew this nipple play would get me this horny?
With an exaggerated suck on my right one, I whimper. My dick flexes impatiently as his hand vanishes from the area. “Tell me if you don’t like something, okay?”
I nod fast, lifting my hips in invitation.
He presses one last kiss on my lips that I chase desperately and slides down my body.
My shirt is rucked under my armpits while my sweats are around my knees.
It dawns on me that I could take both off, so I hurry to pull off my shirt since his face now hovers over my groin, his breaths hot against the wet tip of my dick.
My teeth bite down on my lip, my eyes locked on his every move, and I am positive the anticipation alone will kill me.
There’s no stopping my gasp when he lets a string of his saliva fall from his parted lips and onto my cock.
Almost scalding against my sensitive skin, Hunter blows over the trail of spit sliding down my shaft, and my nuts draw up tight.
“Hunter,” I beg again.
Instead of touching the one part of me that needs him, the man stuffs his face in the crease of my groin and licks me.
My eyes cross as my toes curl up, tension like I’ve never felt before coils tightly in my lower stomach.
It’s uncontrollable; the urge to come is stronger than ever.
He hasn’t even touched me yet, and it’s right there.
When he drags his lips to my inner thigh, latching onto the flesh and sucking it taut, I bellow. “Oh fuck . Please.” It’s a whispered chant. Please. Please. Please.
His beard scratches against my sack as he moves his mouth closer and closer. I’m writhing like a trapped animal, but I’m not afraid. I cry out again when he dives lower and sucks one of my balls into his mouth. I don’t think it’s possible to come like this, but I just might.
He turns his attention to my other nut, coaxing more moans and begs from me while he strokes my stomach and right leg. I thrash my head from side to side, the cooling spit on my dick is almost painful.
“I need to come,” I whine, a fresh pulse of precum oozing out of my slit.
“You will, baby.”
“Now!”
He kisses my sack a bit more then latches on to my other inner thigh. The hand on my stomach travels down at a snail’s pace, and I feel it. The build rises to a crescendo. “Oh fuck. Oh fuck.”
My breath catches, my muscles tense, and a split second before I come untouched, Hunter slides his fist down my cock.
The dam holding back my release crumbles, and I come so hard I see white.
Sounds I can’t recognize explode from my throat while I tremble and shake.
My dick kicks over and over into his fist as my back bows into an unnatural U.
“Look at you,” he purrs and sucks my sticky cockhead into his mouth. I whimper, too sensitive to handle it, but I don’t want him to stop.
I heave breath after breath as his tongue swirls over my mess, dipping into my slit to get more of me.
My hands finally drop down to his head, carding through the thick, silky strands as I fuck into his mouth.
It’s both pleasure and pain, the hot suction of his lips and mouth keeping me hard and on edge.
I lift my head to watch, his eyes already on me.
The stretch of his lips around my girth is almost obscene. He only has the upper half of my dick in his mouth, but I’m more than happy with that. The man is playing my body like I’m the only man he’s ever had.
Each drag of his tongue, every time he hollows out his cheeks and swallows—it’s all-consuming. And before I know it, I feel the tell-tale signs of another orgasm brewing. I want my cum inside him—want to claim him from the inside out.
Paint his heart with only images of me.
“Fuck, Hunter,” I rasp. “Feels so good.”
He hums, sending tiny vibrations down my shaft. “More,” I demand.
I’m given more.
And more.
My restraint falters as I thrust up into his mouth, the obvious gag that happens spurs me on.
I’m a man unchained, free to take what I need from someone who wants to give it to me.
Gripping his head tighter, I pick up my pace, needing to come again.
As if he senses my desperation, he cradles my balls in his palm, rolling and squeezing while fisting the lower half of my cock and pumping in time with my thrusts.
And I see fucking stars.
My moan rips free from somewhere in my chest as my entire body thumps in time with the throb of my dick. This orgasm tears me in half. I whimper and keep thrusting. “ Hunter .”
Not letting a single drop escape, he sucks even harder, draining me dry. As endless aftershocks ransack my body, I go limp, letting go of his head. I expect him to stop. I expect him to be done pleasing me.
But Hunter is still sucking my rapidly shrinking dick. “Hunter?” I wheeze.
Letting me slip from his lips, he offers me a lopsided grin. His hazel eyes dance with mischief and excitement. “That’s it, baby? I think you’ve got one more.”
“There’s nothing left,” I chuckle.
He hums, giving my cockhead a gentle suck. I swallow hard as the overly sensitive, swollen skin sends a bolt of angry pleasure through me. “Just one more, sweetheart. I need one more.”
My answer is a throaty moan as he swallows me down again.