61. SIXTY-ONE
SIXTY-ONE
As soon as Hunter pulls off his shirt, my dick chubs up.
I’m nervous about this, scared I’ll do it wrong or hurt him.
I’m not exactly a small dude and I’ve never fucked anyone before.
I was always the person being fucked. Trying not to get stuck in that train of thought, I watch his fingers travel to his jeans—the ones he seems to be making a permanent fixture in his wardrobe—and pop the button.
I lick my lips, breathless as the zip of his zipper sounds through the bedroom. His eyes flick down to my crotch as his broad chest heaves. The jeans are pushed down his thick thighs, revealing the outline of his hard cock in his briefs.
I want to touch him, but I stay still.
When he kicks the pants off and to the side, clad in only socks and his underwear, he runs a hand through his hair.
“I wanted to make sure I was ready just in case you wanted to do this.”
“Okay.”
He chuckles, then walks over to me and hooks his fingers into the waistband of my sweats. “I’m wearing a plug, baby. I just didn’t want that to shock you.” The heat from his fingers and the words he just said rip a groan from me.
“Let me see,” I rasp.
His lips press into mine, teasing and playful. “How do you want me?”
The few times we’ve done anything, he’s been in charge.
Directing my movements, ripping orgasms out of me like it’s his profession.
His tongue slips past my lips, seeking out my pierced one and strokes over the barbell.
I moan into his mouth, grabbing two handfuls of his ass to seal our fronts together.
My dick rubs against his, the familiar friction almost agonizing.
He feels so fucking good, smells and tastes good too.
“How do you want me, Gray?” he repeats, panting against my lips as I rub my cock all over his.
“Hands and knees. Underwear off.”
“Good boy,” he purrs, and my brain short circuits.
He’s never called me that before.
Shaking the daze away, I step back so he can get fully naked.
The underwear pool around his ankles, and he steps out of them.
A glistening drop of precum forms at the slit of his cockhead, beckoning me to lap it up.
He climbs onto the bed with grace and confidence, elbows locking and props up.
His ass pops out, the motion spreading his cheeks just enough for me to glimpse the blue plug, and I scramble to get between his legs.
He chuckles, breathless and sexy. “You can push on it. It’ll feel good for me.”
My eager hands rub up the backs of his thighs, cradling the undersides of his asscheeks, and I lift them. There’s not a hair to be seen, his crease is fucking spotless and slightly shiny from the lube I’m sure is stuffed into his hole.
I’ve never seen a rounder, firmer ass before.
It’s perfect and biteable. So, I lean forward and take a bite. He groans, thrusting back against me, so I bite the other cheek. I’m not sure if this is what I’m supposed to be doing, but I kiss each bite before dragging my index finger down his crease.
Hunter shudders, his muscles flexing. “It’s so smooth. Do you shave?”
“Wax. Touch me, Gray. Please.”
This man waxes his asshole. Good to know he has a high pain tolerance. “Like this?” I ask while gently pushing the plug.
“Mmm.”
“How big is it?”
“Big enough,” he groans as I grip the base, turning it. “ Fuck .”
I pull it out slightly, seeing the flared base slick with lube. I’m sure we’ll need more, but for now, I start fucking him with it. His ass thrusts back so hard I lose my grip.
“Shit, sorry. I—I wasn’t expecting you to do that.”
“Sweetheart, I love my ass played with. And what you are doing feels so good.”
I crawl around him, lean down, and look at his face. “You’re not lying?”
He grabs my chin with one hand and kisses me hard. “I’m not lying. Give me more.”
“Okay.” I return to my previous position between his legs and pull the plug out slightly. I’m ready for it this time and stuff it back in. He moans loudly, popping his ass. “Damn,” I rasp.
“Harder,” he demands.
I fuck him with it harder. Then it dawns on me. I said no toys and I’m using a fucking toy. “I’m taking it out,” I warn.
He nods, hanging his head.
With it out of his body, I can see how big it is, and when I glance back at his hole, loose and wet, something… primal floods me. I’ve seen porn, and I know what my ass looks like stretched out.
But this?
Hunter?
Fuck.
I grip his cheeks, spreading them as open as they’ll go, and stare at him. So exposed. So vulnerable. And when he clenches on air, his dick straining and red, I can’t help it.
I lower my face, stick my tongue out, and lick him.
He moans, cursing under his breath, and pushes back on my tongue.
Needy and eager, Hunter rides my face like it’s the best thing he’s ever experienced.
I don’t know how this feels—Caleb never did this to me—but knowing how much pleasure I’m bringing him right now, is a heady fucking feeling. This is me making him squirm and gasp.
Sure, I taste some of the lube, but his flavor is distinct and fucking addicting.
“You taste good, babe,” I tell him, kissing his cheeks. “Real good.”
He wiggles his hips, silently asking for more. I’m happy to oblige. I eat his ass for a few more minutes until he’s whimpering and humping the air. Reaching between his legs, I cup his full balls, and he starts begging. “Fuck me, baby. Please. I need you inside me. I want to feel your cock.”
“Where’s the lube?”
“Ughn,” he moans. “Bedside drawer.”
I lunge across the bed to reach it and fumble with the handle because my fingers are a little slippery from holding the plug, but I manage. With the lube secured, I get between his legs and give my cock a few lazy strokes. My nuts immediately draw up.
“I’m too sensitive,” I admit. “I’m not going to last.”
“Let me,” he breathes, kneeling, and pushing me onto my back. I barely hit the damn mattress before my dick is in his mouth.
“ Fuckin’ hell ,” I rasp and fuck into him.
He is sucking me hard and fast, quick movements and frantic licks.
Wet slurping sounds echo the room, mixed with my heavy breaths.
“Just like that, oh fuck, babe, just like that. ” Hunter swallows around me, his throat constricting and tight.
My eyes cross, my toes curl, and pressure erupts from the base of my spine all the way out the head of my dick.
My cum paints the inside of his mouth, coats his tongue, and he swallows every drop. I watch his hand sneak between his legs, bypassing his dick entirely and he stuffs two fingers in his hole. His thighs tremble as he pumps his hand, still sucking me and keeping the blood right where it is.
“Come here,” I wheeze, needing a break from the stimulation. He lets me slip from his lips with a little wet pop and removes his fingers from his hole.
When he crawls up my body, legs on either side of mine, I replace his fingers with mine.
Starting with two, since that’s what he did, I breach his entrance.
“Yes,” he whines. “Yes, right there.” The little bump I’m feeling must be his prostate, so I massage it, coaxing him to rub himself against me.
I watch, fascinated and enthralled with his face. Usually so stoic, so controlled, and look at him now. He’s slurping my fingers up his ass, rutting against my cock, and panting through his pretty parted lips.
I kiss them, and he whimpers.
“Feel good?” I ask.
“So fucking good.”
“I love making you feel good,” I tell him. My dick is still hard, and despite sucking my soul out a few minutes ago, I think I’m good now. “Show me what to do.”
Reaching his hand back, he pulls mine from his body and then straddles me. My dick bumps his and we both moan. “Get me nice and wet, and then yourself.” He hands me the lube.
I’m excited, horny, and his big body draping over me feels so right. With less than confident movements, I hurry to squirt some lube on my fingers, then I reach between his cheeks and coat his hole.
“Inside too,” he breathes.
I push inside him, and his palms slap onto my chest. I’ve never seen this side of him. This confident, sexy fucking… power bottom. His hips rock as I pump my fingers.
“Fuck. Okay. Get your cock wet.”
I lube up with my other hand since his hole is clamped around my fingers.
As soon as I’ve got the slippery liquid all over my shaft, he scoots higher up my body.
He lifts himself onto his knees, and I take the opportunity to free my hand.
The tips of his fingernails dig into my chest while his eyes lock on mine.
“I’ll show you how I like it, okay?”
“Okay.”
“You’re perfect, baby. Fucking perfect.” He grabs my dick, notches it at his hole, and slides down my shaft.
The breath punches out of my lungs as wet, tight heat surrounds my cock. I grab his hips, squeezing too tight as I struggle to get my bearings. Sensations rip me apart as he sinks all the way down. A sensual moan leaves him, goosebumps skating over his arms and pebbling his nipples.
“Hunter,” I gasp. “Oh fuck, Hunter.”
“I know. I know. You’re so big.”
“I gotta move or something. It’s too much.”
“I got you.” He starts to ride me, lifting and dropping with expert skill. I try to pay attention to how he moves and angles my dick inside him, but I’m overwhelmed.
I can barely keep my eyes open.
The slick glide up and down, the tight heat, and his fucking noises.
God.
“Do I need to put more lube?” I manage to ask.
“Not yet. I’ll tell you."
I nod fast and drag my hands up his stomach to his chest. When I pinch his nipples, he rides me faster.
The pace he’s going at is desperate and fiendish.
I notice he hasn’t touched his dick once.
Biting my lip, I watch it bob and leak all over my stomach.
The pretty flushed head looks so sensitive that I bet he'd cry out if I just ran a fingertip over it.
Testing the theory, I swipe my thumb over his slit, and he clenches hard . A moan rips from his throat, my name on his lips. I gather the slick precum on my finger and offer it to him. He slurps it off my thumb eagerly.
“If you keep doing that, I’ll come,” he tells me.
I think that’s meant to be a deterrent, but I’m not taking it as anything other than an invitation. I squirt some lube into my hand and slather his length, twisting my wet palm over his cockhead and he whimpers. “I want you to come. Come on my fucking dick,” I growl and squeeze the tip.
He shivers and shakes, picking up his pace, and I jack him in time with his frantic movements. My body responds to the savagery he’s fucking me, and my orgasm barrels forward with a vengeance. I grit my teeth, trying to hold it off, but it’s useless.
“Oh fuck, I’m coming,” I cry. “Oh fuck. Oh fuck.” My hips launch up, meeting him thrust for thrust, and Hunter loses it.
He bounces on my dick, and paints my chest and neck.
I pump his cock through heavy spurts while I unload into him.
My eyes slam shut as I dig my fingers into his thigh, my body vibrating with the force of it.
Lips crash into mine as Hunter bends over us to hold my cheeks and taste me.
I can feel my load trickling down my dick and out of him, but he is kissing me and his hole is fluttering over my cockhead. I’m fucking dying and at peace.
“You did so good,” he praises. “So good, sweetheart.”
I would preen if I weren’t so trashed. “I didn’t know you made noises like that,” I say between kisses. “It was so hot.”
“Yeah?” He smiles against my mouth.
“Yeah. Hot as fuck.”
“Mmm. I want another one.”
“Another what?”
“Orgasm. I want you to come in me again.”
That makes me chuckle. “I can’t. He’s done.”
Hunter clenches and I gasp. “No, baby. You got one more. I know you do. And I want it.”
I’ve never been able to deny this man anything.
He owns me completely.