49. FORTY-NINE #2
Fingering the fuzz below his navel, I drag the tip of my index finger down and over the imprint of his cock.
It flexes in response. As I’m about to do it again, he moves my hand away and bends.
Before I can blink, he’s got my nipple between his lips, tongue flicking it into a raised point, and my eyes cross. “Fuck, that feels good.”
I let him rile me up while we continue our slow, dry-hump session.
When he starts to lick down my sternum, though, repeating what we’ve already done, I grab his head and tug his mouth up to mine.
He comes easily, kissing me hard and deep.
Our bodies grind harder, chests rubbing, and the more our tongues tangle and taste, the hungrier I get.
I want more.
My mind makes a sharp turn into what I found earlier, ideas spurring in my head. Maybe I don’t need any of those. Maybe we can just—
“Gray,” he says, breaking the kiss.
“Yeah?”
“We need to talk.”
All the heat slides right off me and into the floor. “Huh?”
With a tiny shake of his head, he kisses me again, slowly raising the temperature, but then he stops. Again. “I don’t want you to feel pressured into doing more. I’m happy to make you feel good, and that’s it.”
“I want more.” I grab two handfuls of his ass for emphasis. “Whatever that looks like, I want it.”
He groans and grinds against me before kissing my jaw. “Let’s go upstairs.”
I know what’s upstairs. Dildos. Plugs. Vibrators. Lube.
Shit. There was lube in the tote.
“Okay,” I rasp, excited and nervous.
He pushes off me and offers his hand. I take it, letting him help me on my feet like he used to. Vaguely aware that the movie is still playing, I listen to it slowly drown out as we climb the stairs, hand in hand.
Just as I expected, he takes me to the main bedroom, pushing open the door and leading me to the bed.
“Pants off, sweetheart,” he tells me.
I have them off quickly, leaving on my underwear because I’m still not sure what he has in mind. When he goes into the closet, my stomach swoops. That earlier jealousy returns, but I try to keep it at bay.
As Garth says, live in the now.
To my surprise, he only has a bottle of lube in his hand. The nerves quickly overtake everything else. What the fuck are we going to do? Why do I need to hear it? I realize that’s going to kill the moment, but holy shit what is happening?
“Am I bottoming?” I blurt, covering my dick with my hands.
Hunter stares at me like I’m crazy. Then his eyes soften. Coming up to the edge of the bed, he sets the lube down. Both of our boners have disappeared, and he kneels in front of me. His hands settle on my thighs, rubbing them softly. “No, baby. You’re not.”
Okay. That answers only one question. “Are you?”
He kisses my cheek. “No.”
“So we aren’t fucking?”
That time he laughs. “I haven’t prepped, and I’m not…one hundred percent.”
What does that even… oh . “Then what are we doing?”
“Something just as good, I promise.” He leans in for a kiss, stopping halfway, and I close the gap with speed, tugging on him.
We both get situated on the bed, never breaking the kiss.
Hunter is on top, propping himself up with one arm while he gently grips my throat with his other hand.
I moan into his mouth, feeling his sneaky fucking leg wedge between mine and rub my dick.
Other than the one time I tried to suck him off, I haven’t seen his cock since.
I’m desperate to see it again, to feel it and make him see stars.
With eager hands, I push at his waistband, needing nothing between us.
He hurries to help me, eventually breaking the kiss to remove his pants and underwear.
He pushes my hands away just as I’m about to get mine off.
Warm lips press against my hip bone, his tongue sneaking out to tease the area, and I buck under him. I’m hard, leaking, and ready.
“Hunter,” I beg.
With a smirk, he tears my underwear down my legs and swipes his tongue over my cockhead. “Fucking fuck,” I moan, my head falling back against the pillow.
His lips curl around me, sucking on the tip for a few seconds and making my toes wiggle. “You taste good, baby,” he murmurs before kissing down my shaft.
My entire body vibrates as he teases me. A bead of precum forms at my slit so I gather it on my thumb, sucking it off. Hunter watches me do it, pupils blown, breaths heavy. “Again,” he growls.
I grab my dick, pump it a few times, and coax more.
When another drop oozes out, I repeat the motion.
As soon as the salty taste hits my tongue, Hunter sucks my cock down his throat.
I damn-near choke on my thumb, but decide to keep it in my mouth.
He watches me suck my finger the same way he’s sucking my dick.
It’s like the two are connected, overstimulating me with sensation.
He massages my balls while he gets a rhythm going, coaxing me closer to the edge.
“I’m close,” I warn.
He sucks harder. Swallows me deeper. Dips his tongue into my slit over and over like he doesn’t want a single drop to spill. “Oh shit,” I call out, my muscles tightening, and my nuts drawing up.
The pressure builds and builds. My hands shoot down to his head, helping him bob on my dick.
I’m so fucking close. “ Fuck .” The word is barely off my tongue before he pulls off me completely.
Shooting my head off the pillows to see why he stopped, I scowl when I find his smiling face between my legs. “Why did you stop?” I rasp, throat dry.
“Do you trust me?” he asks.
“Well, yeah, but—”
“No buts."
I stare at him, confused, but my stomach flutters and my cock is pissed about not coming. “I do.”
“Flip onto your belly.”
I do as he says, a bit self conscious of my ass, but I simply fold my arms under my face and wait. When the mattress dips, and I hear him get up, I lift my head to see why.
Hunter naked and walking away shouldn’t be so hot, but it is.
His ass is phenomenal. I mean just solid, round cheeks. There’s no way I’m not humping the bed while I wait. My dick is so sensitive though that I have to bite my fist so I don’t make any sound.
A few moments pass, and he comes back with a weird contraption. That toy must’ve been at the bottom of the stash because I have no clue what it is. He sees me staring in part horror, part intrigue, and chuckles.
“It’s a prostate vibrator, but we won’t be using the internal part.”
I eye the black sex toy. It’s got what appears to be a hole…for your dick, a bendy, curved rod that I assume goes in your ass, but there’s also a thicker, flatter part between the two.
“If that thing isn’t going in my ass, why am I on my stomach?”
He climbs onto the bed, lubes up the toy, and swats my left asscheek. “Because I want to look while I put it on you.”
“Put…it…on me?”
“Bend your knees, sweetheart.”
Trusting him with my life and asshole, I bend my knees and pop my butt in the air. “So sexy,” he praises before sliding the ring —not a hole—over my dick. It’s snug, a little uncomfy, but with the lube it goes on easy.
Then he situates the curved part between my asscheeks.
“What is it supposed to—” It turns on and vibrations shoot from the part between my cheeks all the way down to the base of my cock. “Holy fuckkk. ”
Warm hands glide over my hips before guiding me onto my back. “Feel good?” Hunter asks.
I nod. “A little much, but good.”
“The cockring won’t let you come so fast. And this,” he strokes the black silicone that’s hugging my gooch, “will stimulate your prostate from the outside.”
Briefly glancing at my junk, I note how pissed off and red my dick is, and how much precum is leaking out. Hunter does too because he rumbles in approval before curling his fist around my dick. “Oh fuck,” I cry out.
The pressure of his slick hand and the toy's vibrations are overwhelming. “Do you want to come?”
“Yes!”
“Good.” He kisses my stomach, lets go of my dick, and I whimper like a slut.
I go to grab myself, but Hunter clicks his tongue at me. “I’ll take care of you, baby. Relax.”
I’m squirming, my legs bending and straightening.
My hole keeps clenching and unclenching while a delicious pressure builds behind my nuts.
Hunter lathers up his cock with lube, giving it a few lazy strokes as he eats me alive with his gaze, and I whimper again.
Fuck he’s got me whining and at his mercy.
“When you fuck me, I want you wearing this.” He presses on the curved bar, and my eyes flutter. “Is that alright, baby?”
“Fuck. Yes. Please, Hunter. Please. ”
He lays on top of me, lines our cocks up, and as soon as I feel the hot, silky texture of his shaft on mine, I cry out.
My orgasm is right there , but the ring is keeping me from coming.
I’m keyed up, tense, and so desperate. His cockhead is dripping onto mine, and all I want is to suck it clean.
I want to lift him just a few inches higher so I can sink my throbbing dick into his tight ass.
“You’re so gorgeous like this. All flustered and needing to come.” His hips rock once, sliding the lube over my length. “I know how badly you need to.”
Tears squirt out of the corners of my eyes while he slowly sets a pace, humping my dick. “Please,” I beg him.
He holds my throat, snatches up my lips, and scrapes his beard all over my face.
It’s so fucking hot. I rock with him, following his movements and trying to force the orgasm out of me.
His tongue tangles with mine, making a point to tease my tongue ring, and heat quickly builds where we are connected.
A layer of light sweat covers both of us, our breaths and noises are all I can hear. Even the dull buzz has faded. It’s just him and me, our bodies, our passion, our love.
I can’t get enough.
I grab him wherever I can, urging him faster and harder. His muscles flex, his shoulders rippling and slippery. I suck his bottom lip between my teeth, groaning when his eyes flutter in their sockets.
“I’m going to squeeze, okay?”
“Squeeze?” The hand around my neck tightens. “Okay,” I gasp.
“You feel so good , sweetheart. When I’m close, I’m going to take the toy off, and I want you to come.”
“Okay. Okay.” I’m delirious.
He smiles. “Perfect.”
There’s a tingling in my skull, my eyes droop as he applies more pressure to my throat.
I can still breathe, but he’s definitely controlling how much.
I’ve never paid much attention to the faces someone makes when they’re lost in pleasure.
Granted, I usually couldn’t look, but Hunter holds every emotion in his gaze.
His hunger for me, his deep approval of everything we’re doing, and how good this feels for him.
I feel like a god and I’m the one laying here, toy stuffed between my asscheeks, and being denied an orgasm.
It’s amazing.
And it’s me .
I’m doing this.
I’m the one who’s going to make him come.
“Hunter,” I whine when he holds our cocks together and shuttles his hips faster.
“Almost, love. Almost.”
“ Fuck me .”
With one final squeeze of my throat, he quickly drops his hand and pulls the toy off me.
The flood of blood to my cock, the rush from having air, and the slick glide of his dick over mine does me in.
I come hard. My entire body bows. Legs in the air, back arching, and the noise that explodes from my throat borders on painful.
Pulse after pulse shoots from my slit. When I glance down, watching him milk more from both of us, another mini jolt shoots from my ass to my dick.
“That’s it, baby. Fuck, you did so good for me.”
I’m limp— deceased —and this man shimmies down my body to lick up my sweat and cum. “I can’t feel my nuts,” I slur.
He chuckles, kisses my sensitive cockhead, and crawls back up my body. “One more?”
“More?”
“You can give me one more.” He cups my balls and rolls them gently. “Definitely can give me one more.”
“Is this a kink or something?” I ask, breathless and my dick tingling at the idea.
“Or something.” A sweet smile. “I love making you feel good, Gray. And I love your cock.” Gentle fingers drag up and down my shaft, and the damn traitor starts to firm up. “Just one more, alright?”
“Only if you do too.”
“Deal.”