Chapter 28
Hunter
Making Theo wait is a risk, and I know that, but I have a good feeling. He’s had a great day, and I can’t see it ending in the next twenty minutes.
He holds my hand in his lap the entire way home. This time, each brush of his fingers over mine feels like a jolt to my cock, and each soft caress tightens my stomach.
Normally, this is sweet at best and gives me the warm fuzzies. Not now. Now, I’m so turned on I can barely breathe, and my jeans are strangling my cock. And every tiny touch of Theo’s hand is sending me higher and higher.
This is torture. Good torture, but torture nonetheless.
“Fuck,” I whisper when Theo drags a fingertip up my forearm, tracing the lines of my tattoo.
This is ridiculous.
“I shouldn’t have gotten baby chickens.”
I bark out a laugh. “Regretting them already, sweetheart?”
He groans. “No. Not really. But ugh.”
I’m not sure I can disagree with him. Of all the days to need to set up a brooder. It’ll be okay. The anticipation will make things all the sweeter. I hope.
When we pull into the driveway at home, I just about shout for joy. Theo shifts in his seat as I pull us up right beside the barn, and when I park, he picks up his chicks, opening the container to stare at them. “I didn’t mean it, babies. I don’t regret you.”
We’ll see how he feels in about three months when they’re in their ugly teenager stage.
Considering I told him that he’d be okay to wait until we got home, I sure am in a rush to get this thing set up. I’m out of the truck and pulling the solid black container out of the bed before Theo even has a chance to climb down.
He meets me at the back of the truck, cradling his chicks to his chest.
I nod toward the barn, and he follows me. The brooder is easy enough to set up. Ideally, you’d have all this done before you even get the chicks, but we don’t have that luxury.
I’m pouring the bedding into the bottom when Theo sits down beside me. “Am I allowed to hold them?”
I nod, spreading it out with my hands. “Course. But maybe not right now. You’ll need to wash your hands if you do.”
“Really? Well, yeah, that makes sense. Since they’re farm animals.”
“That,” I say, taking the sticker off the feed trough and filling it, “and chickens can carry salmonella.”
Theo laughs, and the sound nearly bowls me over. It takes me by surprise enough that I drop what I’m holding and turn to him.
“God, I’ve missed that laugh so much, gorgeous.”
He leans forward, pressing his lips to mine in a quick kiss. “Shouldn’t you be telling me how to do this?”
Maybe I should be, but really, I just want to get it done. “Later. I can teach you later.”
“Sure,” Theo says, nodding solemnly.
I really like him. In all his phases and all his moods, but God, there’s nothing like the sassy streak that comes out in him when he’s feeling good. “I promise I’ll show you everything you need to do.”
His eyes flash with heat, and I’m not sure why until I play my own words back. Interesting. Reaching out, I brush my fingers through his hair. “You like that, sweetheart?”
His throat bobs. “I didn’t think I would, actually, but it does have a certain appeal with the way you say it.”
Maybe that’s something we can play around with. And maybe not. Either way, I need to get this thing set up. I can’t resist stealing a quick kiss first, though.
Theo tries to deepen it, chasing me when I pull away. “Soon. Let me finish this up,” I say, grinning at him.
He huffs but sits back. I can feel his eyes on me, and after I’ve filled up the food and water and everything is set up for the brooder, including the heat lamp, I hold my hands out to him.
He pushes the container with the chicks into my waiting hands, and I open the top and then carefully place it in the bottom of the brooder before tipping it gently to the side so the chicks can come out.
Theo leans forward to look. “Oh my God. They are so fucking cute.”
“Aren’t they?”
Theo nods, then turns to face me. I’ve never seen so much lightness in his eyes before, and I really hope it’s a sign of things to come. I hope it means that his medicine is working and that he can live the life he deserves. That he can feel the happiness he deserves.
I truly can’t help myself, so when his lips curl into a small smile, I find myself leaning in. His hand shoots out, gripping my shirt. The brightness in his eyes melts into something darker, something needy and raw. His eyes fall shut as I slot my mouth over his.
Fuck. I could do this forever.
Letting go of my shirt to hold my hips and try pulling me closer, Theo moans. I echo the sound but pull back before things can get out of hand.
He jumps to his feet, and worried that something’s wrong, I stand too.
“Are the babies good?” he asks, glancing at them.
“They are.”
Taking my hand in his, he starts dragging me toward the door. “Look, I know I picked on you about your sex in a bed thing, but really, we should be going inside now. I’m dying.”
I choke out a laugh. He’s dying? I tighten my grip on his hand, making him stop just as he gets to the barn door. “Wait.”
He turns around, his brows drawn together. “What? Why?”
Pressing a hand to his chest, I push him against the door, then sink to my knees in front of him.
His gaze falls, and his pupils blow wide. “I promised to swallow your cock, didn’t I?”
Eyes widening, he nods. “Yeah, but we can—”
His voice cuts off in a gasp as I unbutton his jeans. His hard cock springs free when I yank them and his underwear down.
I glance up at him, keeping eye contact as I lean in and press my lips to the head of his cock. His jaw drops open and his chest heaves. Closing my eyes, I rub my cheek over his shaft. He’s leaking, smearing pre-cum on my skin.
He smells warm here and slightly musky, and it’s so damn hot.
“Hunter,” he whispers.
“Mmm, don’t worry, gorgeous. I’ll take care of ya.”
“I’m not worried,” he says, sliding his fingers into my hair. “I’m fucking turned on.”
His voice is all rasp and want, and it has my own cock throbbing. I press a hand to it. “You and me both.”
He starts to chuckle, but the sound is swallowed by a moan when I close my lips around the head of his cock and dip my tongue into his weeping slit. Goddamn, so fucking good.
I suck him in slowly, dragging my tongue along the sensitive underside of his shaft.
He’s shaking, his thighs already trembling, and his grip tightens in my hair as he throws his head back against the wooden door and moans.
“Oh fuck,” he pants, chest rising and falling rapidly. “Oh fuck, keep going.”
Oh, I plan to.
I draw off his cock, then wrap my tongue around the head, lapping over his leaking slit to collect the pre-cum. He looks down at me again. His cheeks are flushed, eyes wide, and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.
“I’m never gonna last,” he groans when I take about half of him in my mouth.
That’s what he thinks.
Bracing a hand on his thigh, I take more of him, not stopping until his cock hits the back of my throat. I breathe through my nose, going further until my nose is pressed against his pubic bone and his knees nearly buckle.
I swallow around the head of his cock, moaning when he whines. God, there’s something so satisfying about taking him apart like this. About watching the pleasure play out across his face. Feeling each twitch and jerk and tremble in his body.
Pulling off slowly, I drag my tongue along his cock, watching his face as I do.
His teeth sink into his bottom lip as he stares down at me, and he drops a hand from my hair to brace himself on the door behind him.
Gripping the base of his cock with one hand, I open my mouth and let the head rest on my tongue. He moans when I start stroking him slowly, his head rubbing against my tongue with each up and down of my hand.
“Oh God,” he rasps, not breaking eye contact.
I sink down on his cock again, moving my hand so I can take him to the back of my throat.
“Oh.” His nails scrape the door as his hips twitch. “Oh, oh, oh.”
He tightens his grip on my hair, making my scalp sting with the force. “Ah, I’m close.”
I pull off his cock, leaving it twitching between us, slick with my spit and visibly pulsing.
“What?” He whines, letting his head fall back against the door again. “Why did you stop? I said I was close. Not stop.”
I grin, then trail my finger along the underside of his cock. “I know you did.”
Glancing down at me, he lets out a half-growl, half-laugh. “You’re such a fucking tease.”
I cup his balls in my hand, rolling them gently between my fingers. “I’m not a tease, sweetheart. I’m gonna make you come. Don’t worry.”
“I wasn’t worried until you stopped—”
His voice cuts off again as I lap at the head of his cock. His entire body is tight, his muscles poised and ready to go. God, he’s fucking exquisite, and for right now at least, he’s all mine.
“Please,” he all but begs. I’ve never heard him like this, and it’s doing unreal things to me. Fuck, I want to undo him. I want to ruin him for anyone but me. I want to show him pleasure like he’s never felt before. “Please.”
I close my lips around the head of his cock and slowly swallow him down again. I bob my head just as slowly, fighting my gag reflex as he hits the back of my throat over and over.
He’s gasping now. Each time I take him deep, it gets more and more ragged, and the sound is music to my ears.
He’s close. I can feel it in the way he’s trembling. In the way he’s talking, babbling, really, but I can’t make out any coherent words. Tiny, breathy noises are spilling from his lips, his brows drawn together like he’s in pain.
“Gonna come,” he chokes out, and I pull off, leaving him twitching in the air again.
“Oh my fucking God. Why do you keep stopping?” He doesn’t sound upset, just ready to come. Maybe a little frustrated with being denied.
Stroking him slowly, I kiss the tip of his cock. “You’ll feel so good when you finally come, gorgeous.”
“I feel good now.” A shiver wracks his body when I drag my thumb over his slit, rubbing his pre-cum around his head. “God, please let me come.”
“One more,” I whisper. “Can I get you close one more time?”
Theo whimpers. It’s a broken, desperate sound that shoots right to my cock.
“Fuck. Okay. Fine. But I wanna see you. Stroke yourself?”
Don’t have to fucking tell me twice. I fumble with my jeans, and when I’ve gotten them undone and my cock springs free, Theo moans. I look up at him, and he’s staring at it, his tongue swiping across his lower lip.
I watch him as I wrap a hand around it, and his eyes darken. “This what you want, sweetheart?”
He nods. “Yeah, oh fuck, you’re so perfect. Please make me come.”
His hips jerk forward, so I press my hand to his lower stomach. “Does this hurt?”
He shakes his head. “No.”
Holding him against the door, I take him deep again. This time with intent. Stroking myself with one hand, I fuck my throat with his cock until there’s spit dripping down my chin and he’s nearly sobbing.
His words are just flashes of I can’t and please, more and oh God, don’t stop.
The tension in his body ratchets up, and even my grip on him isn’t enough to stop the slight rocking of his hips. “Hunter,” he gasps. A warning and a plea all at once, and the sound of my name on his lips has my dick throbbing relentlessly in my hand. He’s not the only one about to blow.
When his cock jerks and a pulse of pre-cum lands on my tongue, I pull off.
Everything in his body locks up and arches. He freezes, going taut for a beat.
He’s not gonna make it. He’s gonna come untouched. But I don’t want that. Maybe I’m selfish, but I want to be the reason he comes undone.
The second his cock touches my tongue, he cries out, his body bowing off the door as the first burst of his cum shoots into my mouth. I swallow it down greedily, taking every single drop as he writhes and sobs my name.
That’s what does it. The sound of his voice, the way he’s choking on his words. The intensity of his orgasm. My cock pulses against my palm, and I moan around his length as my own orgasm rushes through me.
I stroke myself through it, burying my face against Theo as he pulses at the back of my throat.
When he’s done, his body slumps, and I pull off him in time for him to slide down the wall and collapse into a pile in front of me.
Oh fuck, he’s crying. Wiping my hand on my jeans, I cup his face, alarmed. “Sweetheart, hey. What’s wrong? Are you okay?”
A giddy sort of giggle bursts from his lips. “Oh holy fuck, I think you made me see God.”
My laughter joins his. “You scared me.”
He shoots me a dopey, fucked-out grin. “You did say you wanted me sobbing with pleasure.”
That makes me chuckle. “You’re right. I sure did, sweetheart.”
His smile grows, and he gives me a thumbs-up, which is entirely too cute for words. “Mission accomplished.”
I lean in, softly kissing his forehead and then his lips when he tilts his head back and pouts at me.
His eyes fall shut as he rests against the door, but he’s still wearing a little smile. He’s quiet for a moment while I study his face, then he snorts, and then his snort turns into a full-on belly laugh. “Oh my God. Do you think we traumatized the babies?”
I shake my head, smiling at how fucking perfect he is. “I sure hope not.”
He opens his eyes, then all but launches himself at me, nearly crawling into my lap as he rests his head on my shoulder. I wrap my arms around him, holding him tightly to me.
“Thank you,” he says, sighing softly.
“For what? The blowjob? It was hardly a chore, gorgeous.”
“No.” He shifts, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to my throat that has a shiver running through me. “For everything. You’re so fucking everything.”
My stomach somersaults. I’m sure that’s his orgasm talking, but I can’t help but squeeze him a little tighter and whisper, “You’re so fuckin’ everything too.”