Chapter 34 #2
His fingers slip past the resistance, and he works them in and out of me carefully.
I’m convinced I’m on the verge of coming hands-free when he adds a third.
He stretches my rim, brushing my prostate every so often.
Never enough to get me off, and not consistent enough for me to guess when it’s coming, but just enough that each one sends a shudder through my body.
“Please.” I press my face harder into the mirror. It’s warmed to my skin now and is doing nothing to cool me down. “Please, please, please.”
I’m begging, I know I am, but I don’t even care. I’m nothing but whimpers and shudders and shivers running down my spine and the word please over and over like a prayer.
Finally, finally, finally, Hunter pulls his fingers free of my body and stands.
“Up, sweetheart. I want you to watch.”
I force my forehead off the mirror and take us both in. Hunter’s hair is a mess, his eyes wild and filled with lust. His lips are swollen, cheeks flushed. I’m not sure I’ve ever seen him look so undone.
In the reflection, I see him grip the base of his cock and press forward, notching it against my hole.
I hold my breath. Not out of fear, but anticipation.
“Still yes?” he asks softly, breath gusting over my ear.
“Yes,” I croak out. “Still yes.”
He sinks into me inch by thick inch, and a sheen of sweat breaks out on my skin.
“God, you’re takin’ me so well, sweetheart. Does it feel good?”
I nod, gasping when he bottoms out.
“Fuck, you’re so tight.” He presses a kiss to my shoulder. “Perfect.” Another. “Made for me.” Another. “All mine.”
I nod frantically, my cock pulsing. “Yours.”
“That’s right, gorgeous.”
He slides out slowly, making me feel each inch before pushing back in and bottoming out. We both moan, our noises ticking up as he does it again and again.
“Eyes up, Theo. Want you to watch,” he pants. “Watch how beautiful you are.”
I whine low in my throat, and my stomach clenches as I force my eyes up to my face. My lips are parted, the bottom one wet. My eyes aren’t empty; they’re full of lust and heat and fucking want. My cheeks are rosy, my hair sticking to my damp forehead. I look so… alive.
“Beautiful.” Thrust. “So fucking beautiful.” Thrust. “Look at your eyes. Full of life and burnin’ for me.” Thrust. “Are you burnin’, sweetheart?”
An embarrassingly loud moan rips from my throat. “Yes.”
My body tenses as I watch us, tingles racing down my spine as I climb higher and higher. I’m so close. So close. So fucking close. “I’m gonna… I—”
Hunter wraps his hand around my cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts. The dual sensation makes my knees weak, and the sweat on my skin is making my hands slip against the mirror.
“That’s it, gorgeous. I want you to come.” Oh, I’m fucking going to. “Paint this mirror with it.”
My breath comes in choppy pants as he strokes me, my spine arching as I try to get him deeper and speed up his hand at the same time.
“You’re leakin’ so much, Theo. Feels good, huh? I’m gonna do this with you for the rest of our lives. Just like this. Gonna spend my whole life making sure you see how beautiful and strong you are.”
My hole clenches around his cock, and his hips stutter. “Fuck,” he groans. “So close, sweetheart. Come on. Come for me.”
His stroking picks up, and I cry out. “Fuck.”
My dick throbs, and I nearly close my eyes as the pleasure overtakes me.
“Eyes open,” Hunter says, voice low and commanding. “Watch yourself.”
I force them back open, watching my reflection. The flush on my cheeks deepens, my eyes going half-lidded and my mouth falling open as the first rope of cum shoots out, spraying across the mirror.
My teeth sink into my bottom lip to muffle my moans as more shoots out, covering the mirror and dripping down.
I look… fuck, if this is what Hunter sees, maybe he’s right.
“God,” he moans. “So fuckin’ tight, you’re milkin’ my cock.” He thrusts deep one last time, stilling as his dick jerks and pulses deep inside me. His groans are ragged, and when my knees give out, he has to catch me with an arm around my waist.
Slowly pulling out, he discards the condom and picks me up, holding my sweat-slicked body close to his as he carries me to bed. Laying me out on it, he crawls up me, dropping kisses in every place he can reach. When he makes it to my mouth, I sigh against his lips.
I’m expecting his kiss to be harsh and heavy, given how intense our sex just was, but it’s not. It’s soft and sweet and seeking, and I melt into the bed as his weight presses down on me.
He pulls away with a long exhale, his eyes darting between mine as he stares down at me. Bracing himself over me with one hand, he traces a line from my temple to my jaw with his fingertips.
I get lost in his eyes, in the warm browns and greens as he searches my face.
“Are you okay?” I whisper, worried that if I talk any louder, I’m going to ruin the quiet moment we’ve built.
“I’m in love with you,” he says, and my heart slams into my ribs as my mouth goes dry. “You don’t have to say it back, that’s okay, but I needed—”
“I’m in love with you too,” I say, cutting him off.
His eyes widen, then close, and he drops forward, pressing his weight into me again as he finds my mouth.
I sink my fingers into his hair, feeling our breathing sync and our hearts pound as we kiss.
Hunter’s is frantic, beating so hard I can feel it where his chest is pressed to mine, and I can hear my own in my ears, so I’m sure he feels it too.
Pulling back, he smiles, his eyes looking suspiciously wet. “I love you. God, I feel like I’ve been dying to tell you that forever.”
My stomach swoops. “I love you too. Thank you for finding me.”
“You found me, gorgeous.”
That makes me smile. “Okay, that’s true.”
Hunter lies down on top of me, pressing his face to my throat. His breath tickles a little, but it’s mostly soothing, feeling him there. So I close my eyes and slide my fingers into his hair.
I rub his scalp with my fingertips, listening to the slight whimpers and soft moans echoing in his throat.
I keep going until his body turns into dead weight, and he’s asleep, and then even more.
Until my eyes are growing heavy. Until my fingers slow.
Until I can’t keep myself awake anymore, and I fall asleep with the solid weight of the man I love sleeping in my arms.