Chapter Twelve #2
“Anyway,” Aiden continued with a sigh. I could almost picture his face, pinched with exasperation.
“I’m not there to take care of either of you or clear up this bloody mess you’ve gotten yourselves into, but I’m taking over.
I mean, you don’t have to listen to me. I won’t fucking know if you don’t.
But I don’t like the idea of either of you being this wound up, so Bailey”—I almost jumped at the sound of my name because I’d been listening so intently—“You’re going to believe Hunter and you’re going to relax.
And Hunter is going to help with that. He’s going to suck your dick.
Then afterwards, you’re going to make dinner together, watch some highlights, and chill.
Maybe talk about your shit too, I don’t know.
You’re also going to message me and tell me how you got on.
Okay? Good. Any questions then let me know.
I’m going to the pub tonight because I promised to kick Greenie’s arse at darts and Bacon owes me a drink, but I’ll have my phone on me.
And I don’t need both hands to beat Greenie at darts.
He’s shit. Be good, boys. And have fun!”
The note ended, leaving Hunter and me staring at each other. My throat was dry, and my cock had already started to get hard at the idea of Hunter on his knees.
“Well, are you going to listen now?” Hunter asked with a smirk. The hand that had been on my hip slowly drifted downwards until his fingers caught the waistband of my joggers, giving them a gentle tug.
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah.” Hunter leant forward and brushed his lips against mine. “Let me suck your dick, Bailey.”
I groaned as he sank to his knees in front of me, dragging my joggers and boxers down with quick, determined enthusiasm.
He looked up at me with that goddamned teasing smirk, the one I’d only ever seen him direct at other people, and my body felt fucking weak.
My cock was right in front of his mouth, precum already dripping from my slit as my fingers gripped the edge of the counter.
“You haven’t answered my question,” Hunter said as he ran his hand up my thigh and wrapped his fingers around the base of my dick, casually brushing them over my balls and making me gasp.
“Didn’t realise you’d asked one.”
“Fine. Can I suck your dick?”
“Yeah.” I nodded. “Want you to make me come.”
Moans filled the kitchen as Hunter sucked me into his mouth, spit sliding down my shaft. It was wet, messy, and desperate, like Hunter was worried I might change my mind. But I wasn’t going to because, fuck, I needed this.
My whole body had been wound tight, stress and worry knotting my muscles until I could hardly move.
But now it felt as if everything was coming undone at once, reducing me to nothing but a needy puddle.
My fingers were still clutching the counter like my life depended on it, and all I could do was stare down at Hunter on his knees.
I’d never seen anything more perfect. Or more beautiful.
How long had he wanted this? Had the years of longing etched desire into his bones like they had mine? Would he ever have done this without Aiden’s prompting? Would either of us?
I didn’t know. I wasn’t sure either of us did. But the spark Aiden had ignited every time he encouraged us to kiss, to touch, was growing every day. And I never wanted it to go out.
Hunter groaned around my cock as he bobbed his head, using his mouth and hand together in the roughest attempt at coordination.
It wasn’t the best blow job I’d ever had, but my body didn’t give a shit because it was Hunter.
We’d barely started fooling around with each other without someone else present, and even then it had mostly been making out, hurried hand jobs, and mutual wanking.
I’d wanted more but I’d always stopped myself from asking. But tonight I hadn’t had to. Aiden had known what we’d needed… the things we couldn’t ask for ourselves, and he’d given them to us. Fuck, I was going to have to thank him.
Right after Hunter had finished sucking my brain out through my dick.
“Hunter,” I said with a groan, my fingers aching from digging into the counter. “I’m… fuck… please, don’t stop!”
He hummed around my cock and the sound went straight down my spine, making my balls tighten. Liquid heat flooded my veins as the reality of the situation threatened to overwhelm me. “Hunter… I’m gonna… you have to stop or I’m gonna come in your mouth.”
Hunter moaned, his movements redoubling with frantic desperation. He’d made his decision clear. And that was all I needed to finally let go.
I came hard with Hunter’s name on my lips, my legs shaking as my cock pulsed on his tongue, filling his mouth with my load. He swallowed around me, trying to take all of it, but he pulled back with a cough, his eyes watering and cum sliding out of the corner of his mouth.
“Shit, sorry,” he said, coughing again. “Don’t think I should put cum in my lungs.”
“Fuck, are you okay?” I asked. I finally released the counter and dropped down in front of him, trying to ignore the way my thighs were shaking.
“Yeah. I’m good.”
“Sure? Because choking on my cum is not the way to go.”
He snorted and then coughed again, slapping his hand over his mouth before standing up quickly to go and spit in the sink. “Helps if you don’t fucking make me laugh,” he said as he turned the tap on and stuck his head under it to take a drink.
“Sorry.” I was still kneeling on the floor because I didn’t know if I could get up.
“You’re fine,” he said. “Was that okay?”
“Yeah… it was… yeah.”
“Hmm, you don’t sound convinced.”
“I just got my dick sucked. Sorry if I’m not the most”—I waved my hand roughly as I searched for the word—“coherent right now.”
He chuckled, holding out his hand to pull me up, helping me to my feet like I weighed nothing. I flopped against his chest, the steady beat of his heart almost making me boneless. “Thank you,” I said, tilting my head up to look at him. “That was great.”
“You’re welcome.” He bent his head and kissed me softly, like this was the sort of thing we did every day. “Want to go sit down for a minute before we make dinner?”
“No, I want to stay here.”
I put my arms around his waist and kissed him again.