Chapter 30
Hunter
I wake to warm lips on my jaw. Peeling my eyes open, I’m surprised to find that the room is still dark.
“What time is it?” I whisper, but truly, who fucking cares, because no sooner have the words left my mouth than Theo is burying his way into the crook of my neck and licking a path up my throat.
My hand comes up on instinct, cupping the back of his head and tilting mine so he has better access. “Fuck, sweetheart.”
Theo hums, biting down lightly on my skin before sucking hard on it. A groan works its way past my lips as I tighten my fingers in his hair. What a way to wake up.
Shifting under the blankets, Theo presses his cock against my hip, then moans open-mouthed against my throat as he rolls his hips.
My dick hardens rapidly, and I reach down, hooking an arm around Theo’s thigh and pulling him on top of me.
His dick slots against mine as he ruts against me, the friction maddening. His weight pressing into me is everything, and I can’t believe I went from sleeping to this so damn quick.
Theo rolls his hips again, gasping in my ear, and I grip his ass in my hand, forcing him down on me harder. Forcing him to speed up.
“Fuck,” I groan when he shifts a little, lining us up better. “That’s it, sweetheart. Does that feel good?” He nods rapidly against my throat. “Kiss me.”
I’m half expecting him to say no, but he surprises me by raising up and slamming his mouth down on mine. His hands slide into my hair, and he tugs on the strands as he whines into my mouth.
Pulling away with a gasp, he buries his face against my shoulder and picks up speed with his hips. He seems lost now, chasing pleasure, and I want to give it to him so fucking badly. I want to feel him inside me. I want to watch him fall apart.
“Fuck me, Theo,” I moan, using my grip on his hips to slow him down.
It’s unnecessary. As soon as the words leave my lips, he stills, then pulls back to stare down at me with wide eyes. “What?”
“I want you inside me. Fuck, so bad.”
His jaw drops open. “What?”
My brows draw together. “What do you mean ‘what’?”
“You want me to…”
I nod slowly. “If you don’t want that, it’s okay.”
He studies my face, then frowns. “You don’t… I didn’t realize you…” Shaking his head like he doesn’t know what else to say, he stares down at me in confusion before breaking eye contact and looking away.
My heart speeds up. Did we just stumble on a trigger? “Theo?”
Still, he doesn’t look at me, so I carefully cup his jaw. “Eyes on me, sweetheart.” Big blue eyes snap back to mine. “Hey, did we… Did I trigger you?”
He slowly shakes his head. “No.”
“Then what’s going on?”
“I guess I didn’t think that was a possibility…”
I’m not sure what he means by that. “Huh?”
Theo’s brow furrows. “You want me to fuck you?”
“Yes?” I’m so confused. Wait… “Can I ask you something?” He nods. “Have you had sex since…”
“Since Damien?” he asks softly. “No. Well, I mean… not apart from you.”
“And was he your first?” Theo falls silent. “I’m assuming that’s a yes, then.”
Nodding slowly, he looks away from me again. “Hey, eyes back on me, gorgeous.”
His cock, which had softened, starts hardening against my hip as his eyes find mine. “Do you like that?” I ask quietly, searching his eyes. “When I tell you to look at me?”
He inhales a deep breath, his nostrils flaring. “I shouldn’t.”
“Says who?”
His face twists into a grimace. “The years of abuse I suffered? The years I spent being controlled?”
It would be easy, I think, to let myself be upset about that. But I get what he’s saying. “This is not that, though.”
Theo nods. “I know, but…”
Brushing my thumb along his jaw, I search his eyes. “Anything you like or don’t like is fine. If you like me taking a more dominant role in bed, there’s nothing wrong with that. I have no interest in controlling you. I just want to make you feel good. Nothin’ else.”
Theo’s lashes flutter as he grinds against my hip.
I bite back a smile. “Do you want to fuck me, sweetheart?”
He doesn’t answer with words, but he gasps low in his throat, rocking his hips again.
My cock thickens against his body. I really tried to keep it together, but the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen is staring down at me with flushed cheeks and hooded lids, like I’m the best thing he’s ever seen, and I’m only so strong.
“It would be so good,” I murmur softly, smiling as his breath hitches. “I bet you’d feel so fucking good inside me.”
Theo moans, his hips stuttering like he’s losing control as much as I am. Sliding my hand down his back, I cup his ass and urge him along. He slumps into me, pressing his cheek against mine as he gasps.
I nuzzle his jaw, nipping at it lightly with my teeth. “I’d take you so deep.” Kissing along his jaw, I hum. “Feel you stretching me open…” Fuck, just the thought alone… My dick throbs, and my hips shift under his.
He whimpers, loud and desperate in my ear as he ruts against me harder. My breathing grows more labored as Theo rocks against me, his cock leaking through his boxers and streaking my skin. Jesus Christ, that’s so fucking hot.
“I could ride you,” I breathe, running my tongue along his throat and collecting the slight tang of salt on his skin. “Sink down on you and fuck myself on your cock until you’re losing your mind.”
He breathes out a shaky “Fuck” and stills, his chest heaving against mine. Sitting back, he locks eyes with me. “Do you mean all that? Can I, really?”
His voice is tentative and trembling, but his eyes are fucking burning.
I nod. “Yes. Did you think I didn’t?”
“I don’t know. I think I just assumed…”
Cupping the back of his head, I draw him down to me for a kiss.
He melts into me, moaning into my mouth as I sweep my tongue past his lips.
The way I want him should be studied because it can’t be natural.
As it is, I can’t remember a single time in my life that I’ve wanted another person this badly.
Breaking our kiss with a gasp, Theo rests his forehead against mine. “Can we?” he asks, lips brushing mine with each word.
A groan escapes me as my cock pulses. “Yeah, we definitely can.”
Without another word, I flip him onto his back and climb over him. He blinks up at me with wide eyes, his jaw falling open with a sharp inhale. I press my lips to his, then to his nose, chin, jaw… down his throat to the hollow. I drag my tongue over his Adam’s apple, feeling his moan against it.
Sitting up on my heels between his spread legs, I grip the hem of his t-shirt. “Can I?”
Fear flashes in his gaze, but he nods. “It’s just really ugly. I hate the idea of you seeing it again.”
I shake my head, not breaking eye contact as I help him sit up. I stay there for a second, holding the bottom of his shirt in my hands. “It’s not ugly, gorgeous. Nothing about you is. It’s just part of you. Like your stunning blue eyes and the little curly-Q hairs by your ears.”
“You don’t have to lie to me.” He darts his gaze away. “It’s a big fucking scar covering my entire torso.”
“I’m not lying, Theo.” Carefully lifting his shirt up and over his head, I toss it to the side. Placing a hand on the center of his chest, I push him backward. He goes easily, and when he’s sprawled out in front of me, I dip my head and press a kiss to his sternum.
The scar runs from under his left nipple, down across his stomach, and ends above his right hip bone. It’s fully healed, and in some places, it’s silvery white and barely visible. In others, it’s more pronounced, raised, and slightly red.
I run my finger over it in a featherlight touch. “Does it hurt?” I ask, glancing up at Theo.
His eyes are squeezed shut like he’s sure this is the moment I’m going to turn my back on him. Like he’s got himself convinced I can’t possibly mean what I say, and maybe it’ll hurt less if he doesn’t have to look at me.
In reality, I’m slightly relieved that he’s not looking at me. Not because I’m worried that he’ll see disgust or pity or anger. No, I’m mostly worried he’ll look and see that I’m falling miserably and wholly in love with him, and I’m pretty sure I couldn’t hide it if I tried.
“No,” he finally whispers.
Starting at the top, right under his nipple, I press my lips to his scar. He inhales sharply, his body going tense. “Do you want me to stop?” I whisper, looking up at him.
He shakes his head, but his eyes are still squeezed tight. “No.”
I continue my path, dropping kiss after kiss along the scar. Over it directly, but also around it. I try to infuse my feelings into each kiss.
You’re safe. Kiss. I want you. Kiss. You’re beautiful. Kiss. You’re not broken.
I’m sure he hears my unspoken thoughts because his hands grip the sheets and his back arches as he lets out a soft sound; something caught between a moan and a sob.
I keep going. Keep kissing and nuzzling and worshiping until I’ve reached the bottom. Something heavy and aching is burning in my chest, and God, I could do this forever. I could be like this with him forever and never get tired of it.
When I suck on his hip bone, he shudders hard, his fingers tangling in my hair.
“Hunter.” My name in his breathy voice sends a shiver down my spine, and when he tugs lightly on my hair, I raise up and glance down at him. “Please,” he mumbles. “Like you said. I want it just like you said.”
Fuck.
Sitting up, I lean across him, reaching into the end table to pull out a bottle of lube and a condom. His eyes follow me, and when I drop them on the bed next to him and grip his boxers, tugging them down his legs, they fall shut.
“Eyes on me, gorgeous.”
I don’t want him lost in his own head, but more than that, I want to watch him. Want to see his expressions and the heat in his gaze.
He nods, blinking up at me.
His cock is hard and heavy against his stomach, the tip streaked with pre-cum and flushed red.
When I pull my shirt over my head and toss it to the side, his eyes drop, taking in my chest and stomach. I’m surprised when he reaches out, my muscles contracting under his touch as he drags his fingertips up my torso to my chest.
His eyes follow the path he makes, and I breathe deeply when he bites his lower lip and flicks his gaze quickly back to mine.
The blue of his eyes is gorgeous, framed by his thick lashes as he stares at me. They’re so heavy it almost looks like he’s fighting a losing battle against keeping them open.
His fingers dip between my boxers and my stomach, the tips grazing lightly over the head of my cock. “Off,” he murmurs. “I want to see you.”
Making quick work of taking off my boxers, I straddle his waist, pressing my thighs tightly to his sides. My cock is resting over his, and he’s squirming under me, his body working to find friction.
“Hunter,” he says again.
I won’t make him wait. Shifting off of him, I push his legs to the side so I can settle between them again. I grab the lube. “I’m gonna get ready for you, okay?”
He nods, eyes trained on my face. “Do you want me to do it?”
I shake my head. If he touches me right now, this might be over before it starts, plus I just want him inside me as soon as humanly possible. “Not this time.”
“Not this time?” His eyebrows raise. “We can do this again?”
Pausing, I blink down at him. “Yes? I’m vers. I mean, I’d love to top you if you’d want that. But yeah, we can definitely do this again. Not a one-time thing.”
He seems to relax with my words. “Okay.”
After covering my fingers in lube, I reach behind me, sliding two of them into myself quickly. It burns a little, but I push through. Mostly because, like I said… I’m dying for this.
Theo’s eyes bore into mine as I stretch myself with two and then three fingers. I can’t stop little groans and whimpers from spilling out of me as my fingers graze my prostate and my cock drools pre-cum onto his skin.
His eyes flick from my face to my cock and back again, and he reaches down to wrap his hand around his cock. I look down, watching as he grips the base tightly, then trails his fingers along it before teasing the head with his fingertips.
He chokes on a groan, back arching.
“Fuck,” I breathe, working my fingers deeper inside as I spread them apart and pull on my rim to stretch myself. “Put the condom on, gorgeous.”
He fumbles for it, dropping it once with how badly his hands are shaking before ripping it open with his teeth and rolling it down his length.
I pull my fingers free of my hole, groaning at the loss as it contracts around nothing.
Pouring a generous amount of lube into my palm, I wrap my hand around Theo’s cock, stroking him slowly and covering him in extra lube. He bites his lip, eyes rolling back as he fights to keep his gaze on mine.
The sun is starting to rise, pale golds and yellows filtering through my windows and bathing his face in the early morning light.
“You are so fuckin’ gorgeous, Theo.” His eyes fly to mine. “I’m so damn glad you showed up here.”
His eyes soften, and his lips curl up at the edges. “Me too.”
Taking a deep breath, I crawl over him, straddling him. I reach behind me, gripping his cock, and line it up with my hole. I’m dying to sink down, to feel the burn of him stretching me.
But I pause. “Are you okay?”
Theo nods. “Are you?”
“I am.”
I lower myself slowly, watching his face. Watching as his mouth falls open, as his hands flex and pull on the sheets below him with each inch that I take. I inhale sharply at the slight burn, sinking lower and lower as he fills me deeper and deeper.
He tries so hard to keep his eyes open, but they keep fluttering shut, and he keeps forcing them open. Keeps forcing his gaze back to mine.
When I’m fully seated, I exhale slowly. “You okay?”