Chapter 25 #2
“My bed.”
I repeat his words in my head, trying to make sense of them. “What?”
“I want you in my bed. I’m not gonna get you off in a damn barn with Molls and Lucky watching us.”
My jaw drops. “Is that what you want? To get me off?”
Hunter laughs, though it sounds strained and harsh. “I want to make you feel so good you sob, sweetheart.”
My dick jerks, largely on board with that plan. But just because it is right now… “Sometimes I have a hard time… uh, getting hard, and also, well… coming.” Fuck, that sucks to admit.
Hunter slides a hand down my stomach, and I don’t flinch even though I want to. My problems with my body are my own, and given the way his eyes are boring into mine, he’s not bothered.
Besides, he doesn’t linger. He just keeps going until he’s cupping my dick through my jeans. I gasp, my hips jerking forward.
“Doesn’t seem to be a problem right now, does it?”
I shake my head, barely resisting the urge to thrust into his hand. “No. It’s not a problem right now.”
“So let me take care of you, and if it becomes a problem, then we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.” Leaning in, he rubs his nose along mine again. “Do you want that, sweetheart? Do you want me to lay you out in my bed and make you feel good?”
I let my head fall back, and Hunter uses the opportunity to press his warm lips to my throat.
“Yeah, I do.” Fuck, I really do. So much. “Please.”
“Let’s go.” I let out a surprised sound when Hunter dips down and lifts me.
“What are you doing?” I ask, an almost manic giggle bursting from my lips.
“God, most beautiful sound around. I’m getting you from point A to point B as quick as I damn well can.”
Who the hell am I to argue with that?
Hunter carries me all the way into the house and straight up the stairs. Honestly, I figured the detour would trip up my dick, and it would be over it. If anything, though, I’m more turned on now than I was before.
He drops me onto the bed, then crawls over my body, pressing his weight down on mine. “Triggers or anything I should know about?”
“Don’t wrap your hand around my throat. That’s it.”
“Got it.”
Hunter slams his mouth down on mine, and my back arches. Fingers tangle in my hair, and moans vibrate in my throat, and everything is so much and somehow not enough.
Pulling back with a broken groan, Hunter stares down at me. “What about your stomach?”
God, I fucking hate this so much. “Sometimes the scar is sensitive. It’s mostly just really ugly.” I turn my head to avoid his gaze, but he grips my chin and turns me back.
“Nothing about you is ugly.”
Agree to disagree, but I’m sure that’s not what he wants to hear. “Okay.”
Climbing off me, Hunter strips his shirt over his head, and holy fuck. His muscles are defined, his shoulders broad, and his chest covered in a light dusting of hair. I’ve seen him without a shirt before, but I was mostly trying to not ogle him. This time, I look my fill.
He unbuttons his jeans, then works them free of his body, leaving him in only tented boxer shorts.
“Can I undress you? If you feel better about leaving your shirt on, we can.”
I shake my head. No. I want him to see everything. “You can undress me. That way, if you don’t like what you see… we know. And then we don’t have to do this again.”
His brow furrows, but he doesn’t respond to that. After sitting me up, he pulls my shirt over my head. I lie back on the bed, breathing deeply so I can appear as calm as possible.
I chance a look at him. He’s staring down at me, his chest heaving and his eyes trained on my body. I’m not sure what I expected. Disgust, maybe? What I get instead is pure lust. His pupils are so wide I can’t make out the color of his eyes, and his bottom lip is wet, like maybe he licked it.
Leaning forward, he presses his lips to my sternum. He’s not touching my scar, but he’s close to it. He kisses his way down my stomach, not actively trying to touch it, but not avoiding it either, and when his lips touch raised flesh, I nearly cringe.
It’s hard to feel bad, though, when he settles between my legs on his stomach and keeps going. Mostly because he’s rocking his hips, thrusting against the mattress, like maybe kissing me like this is turning him on so much that he can’t help himself.
Sinking my fingers into his hair, I tug lightly on the strands, my cock throbbing when he responds with a breathy moan.
He goes lower, lips brushing my hip bones, teeth scraping my skin, his stubble rough, and electricity shoots down my spine. I’m leaking so much that I know my boxers are wet, and I need to come so badly I can hardly stand it.
“Please,” I gasp, trying to move my hips to get friction.
Sitting up, Hunter tugs my pants and boxers down my legs in one movement, and when my cock springs free, flushed and wet at the tip, he groans, his tongue darting out to wet his lower lip.
“Can I?”
“Can you what?”
“Taste you.”
I nod, my stomach tightening in anticipation. His tongue licks a path up my cock, and I groan, tingles starting in my fingers and spreading up my arms. Holy fuck, I’m gonna come so fast.
He laves his tongue over the head of my cock, collecting my leaking pre-cum, and when he moans, I nearly lose it.
“I want to get off with you,” I manage to choke out.
Hunter sits up, pulling his boxers down and tossing them somewhere across the room.
Climbing over me, he wraps us both in his hand. His cock is steel against mine, hot to the touch and pulsing with its own heartbeat. “Is this okay?”
Words have left me, and all I can do is throw my head back and moan.
He starts working his hand over our cocks in a slow rhythm, and my hips rock too, matching the pace.
It’s dry, but it feels indescribable.
“You like that, sweetheart? God, you feel so fucking good. So glad I get to have this with you. Fuck.”
He lets go of us, and I almost protest, but then he’s holding his hand under my chin. “Spit.”
I spit into his palm, and then he wraps his hand back around us. The extra glide feels like actual heaven, and I really am gonna come so embarrassingly fast.
Hunter picks up the pace, and I have no hope of staying quiet.
Each stroke draws a new whimper, each twist of his hand over our heads a gasp, and each slow squeeze of our bases has me thrashing my head against the pillow.
Hunter’s quieter, but not by much, and his ragged breathing is turning me on more than I thought it would.
“Feels good,” I rasp out, wanting to make sure he knows.
“I know, gorgeous,” he says. “I can tell. Your body is so responsive. The sounds you’re making are drivin’ me wild.” My dick jerks, pre-cum spilling out over his fingers. “That’s it, sweetheart. You’re gonna come for me, aren’t you?”
Oh, I so fucking am.
“Come on, gorgeous. Let go. Come for me.”
My back arches as I cry out, my orgasm exploding through me. I whine with each pulse of my cock as rope after rope of cum shoots out and covers my stomach and chest.
“Fuck,” Hunter says, drawing the u out in a long moan that ends with his body tensing and his cum adding to my mess.
He collapses against me, and I wrap my arms around him, pulling him in close as I bury my face in his throat and inhale. He smells like hay and sex and sweat, and I could live in him and his scent forever.
“You okay?” he asks, his chest heaving against mine.
“Yeah. Are you?”
“I’m fucking perfect.”
For once, I think I share that sentiment.