Chapter 38
Hunter
“Wanna shower with me?”
Theo looks up with a grin. “Sure.” He waves his phone around. “Mom and Dad accepted an offer on their house today.”
No one was more thrilled than me when Elaine and Calvin told us they wanted to move to Silverpine. If I know anything from losing Dad, it’s that there’s never enough time, and you should take it all while you have it available to you.
“Fuck yes. That’s amazin’, sweetheart. I’m so happy for you.”
He scoots off the bed, stripping quickly as he saunters into the bathroom. I follow him with a smile. I know his sex drive with his antidepressants was a big thing for him, but if anything, he seems to have the opposite problem.
On his not-so-great days, he’s not much for sex, but on days like today? When sunshine is pouring out of his eyes… Yeah, it’s a miracle if I can keep up with him. Which is saying something considering that between the two of us, I should be the one with a quicker refractory period.
The second we’re enclosed in the shower, he drops to his knees and closes his lips around my semi-hard cock. I inhale a sharp breath, tangling my fingers in his hair.
My cock swells against his tongue, and when he looks up at me with hooded blue eyes, my knees go weak.
He pulls off with a playful smile, batting his lashes at me. As if I’d deny the man a single thing, with or without the lash batting. “Fuck my mouth,” he says, then swallows me back down.
Fuck. I grip his hair tightly in my hands, then roll my hips, fucking into the wet heat of his throat. He moans, eyes rolling back before they lock onto mine again.
It’s obscene and slightly unreal. I have no fucking clue how I got this lucky.
He doesn’t break eye contact the entire time; not when I pull out and tap my cock on his tongue, not when I slide back into the wet heat of his mouth. Not even when I do what he asked and fuck his mouth.
He moans and whimpers and gags a little, but he doesn’t look away, and he doesn’t ask me to stop. I slow down, too close to coming for comfort.
He shifts slightly, and I still my hips, then loosen my grip on his hair so he can pull off. His lips are spit-slick and shiny, pupils blown wide, and cock bobbing between his legs.
“You okay, gorgeous?”
He nods. “Can I fuck you?”
My mouth goes dry. “Yeah, definitely.”
Theo stands, then grabs the bottle of lube we keep in the shower. Like I said, insatiable when he’s feeling good, which is more and more lately.
I turn around and place my hands on the shower wall. Theo wastes no time. He presses a slick finger against my hole, then pushes it inside me. I gasp, my dick jerking.
He stretches me quickly, adding first two and then three fingers, his cock rubbing against my hip as he rocks into me.
“I’m ready, gorgeous,” I say softly, and he pulls his fingers free of my body.
The lube bottle snaps, and I shiver when the wet squelch of it over his cock echoes against the walls.
“I’m so fuckin’ glad we got tested,” I murmur, smiling to myself when he moans. “I want your cum drippin’ out of me.”
He presses his forehead to my back. “Stop talking. Your accent’s already thickening, and it’s so hot that I’ll come too fast and embarrass myself.”
I chuckle. “Come as fast as you want, gorgeous. I’ll take you to bed and fuck you after.”
His breath hitches, and he nudges my hole with the tip of his cock. “Are you sure?”
“Am I sure that I wanna drag a second orgasm outta you with my cock?” I choke out, my body burning for him. “I sure am.”
He slides into me with a breathy groan. “Fuck.”
Fuck is right. I brace harder on the wall, then tilt my hips back. Warm fingers grip my hips as he starts fucking into me. Despite how much I know he wants to come, he goes slow. At least for a second. It’s not long before he’s thrusting into me with deep, quick motions.
My balls draw up tight to my body, and I have to grip the base of my dick to stop myself from shooting off hands-free. Maybe I won’t be fucking another orgasm out of him after all.
“Hunter,” he breathes. “Hunter, Hunter, Hunter.” His voice goes tight, his hips losing their rhythm. “Ungh, I’m gonna come.”
I have to practically strangle my cock to keep from coming at the same time as him as he moans and buries himself deep. Each pulse of his cock sends me closer and closer to the edge, and I nearly sag in relief when he pulls out, taking the perfect fullness with him.
“Fuck, that was close, sweetheart. Almost didn’t make it,” I say. The sound of him hitting the shower floor echoes behind me, and a rush of panic hits me. “Are you—”
My voice cuts off on a breathy moan as he licks a path up the inside of my thigh.
Oh, holy fuck. “Are you lickin’ your cum off me, sweetheart?”
He hums what sounds like a yes and keeps going, licking up my thigh before splitting my cheeks and pressing his tongue to my hole.
A strangled moan bursts from my chest, and I drop my head forward, letting it rest on the shower wall. “Oh fuck, sweetheart.”
He swipes at my hole, dipping his tongue inside to collect his cum. I’m shaking and a split second away from giving up on holding off and shooting my load right here when he finally stands.
Gripping my hip, he turns me around and presses his wet body to mine before shoving me against the wall.
His mouth comes down on mine, and I grip his hair, pulling him closer while he kisses me and grinds against me.
He’s already getting hard again, his slippery dick rubbing over mine. “Fuck,” I pant into his mouth, my body tensing and my cock pulsing in anticipation of my orgasm. “Stop, gorgeous.”
Theo stills instantly, breaking our kiss with a self-satisfied grin.
“Bed, sweetheart. Go.”
Stepping out of the shower, he picks up two towels and holds one out for me. I shut the water off and take it from him. I don’t waste too much time drying off before scooping him up in my arms and carrying him into the bedroom.
I place him carefully on the bed. “Lay in the middle.”
He scrambles up to do what I’ve asked.
He’s naked and unashamed, his chest rising and falling, his half-hard cock lying along his lower stomach. There are no more hands over his scar, trying to hide it from me. No more hesitation to undress.
After grabbing the lube from the nightstand, I crawl in beside him. “Hey, gorgeous.”
“Hey,” he says, smiling up at me.
I lean in and press my lips to his. I don’t linger. On a normal day, I’d bring him to the edge over and over before dragging him back. Today, it’s all I can do not to come from the friction on my cock from his hip as I lean into him.
Kneeling between his spread legs, I push his knee back toward his chest. “Hold that for me, gorgeous.”
He hooks his arm under his thigh, pulling it back to his chest.
When I’ve gotten my fingers slick with lube, I press two against his hole. “Can you take two?”
“Yes,” he says, shifting his hips like he’s already trying to get me deeper, even though I haven’t gotten inside him yet.
I slowly sink my fingers deep into him, watching his face as his mouth goes slack and his eyes roll back.
I need to be inside him. I need to feel his tight hole squeezing my cock.
Have to feel him. I hurry to prep him, and by the time I’m working a third finger in, he’s breathing heavily, whimpers rising in his throat.
“That’s it, gorgeous.” I press my fingers deeper, spreading them and rotating my wrist. “You’re opening so well for me. Are you ready for my cock?”
He nods frantically. “Please.”
I take a few more seconds to make sure he’s truly ready before pulling my fingers out of him and rising up to line up my cock with his entrance.
With a deep breath, I push into him, watching as inch after inch of my cock disappears. He’s squeezing me like a vise, and it’s unreal.
“Do I feel good?” he breathes, locking eyes on mine.
Jesus. I nod, almost too overcome for words. “So fuckin’ good, sweetheart.”
He moans. “Your fucking accent, I swear.”
I’d almost laugh if seeing him turned on didn’t turn me on so fucking much.
I wrap my hand around his hard cock, stroking him in time with my slow, deep thrusts. He’s twitching, his fingers flexing against his skin where he’s still holding his thigh back.
He feels like heaven, and he looks like it too—his dark hair fanned across the pillows, still damp from our failed shower, blue eyes hazy with lust, and teeth sinking into his bottom lip.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Theo,” I groan, picking up the pace of my thrusts.
“You too,” he chokes out, rocking his hips. “God, fuck me harder.”
I press my hand against his thigh, holding it closer to him as I nearly slam into him. The force of it shoves him up the bed, and he groans, his head tipping back into the pillow.
“Yes,” he moans. “Yes, yes, yes. Fuck.”
My stomach clenches as my body goes taut.
My hips stutter, and my cock pulses hard. “Goddamn, gorgeous. I’m gonna come.”
He whines, tilting his head back and exposing his throat to me. “God, do it. Fill me up. Fuck your cum into me.”
I shudder, thrusting two more times before I explode. I fuck him through it, and the sound of my cock moving through my own cum makes it even more intense. When the orgasm has faded, I let his thigh go and slump against him, resting my lips on his throat.
Theo tangles his fingers in my hair. His breathing is just as ragged as mine, but his cock is still hard, so I slide down his body, pressing kisses into his skin.
I swallow his cock, pressing two fingers into his sopping hole.
He gasps, fingers tugging on the strands of my hair. I bob up and down, fucking my fingers into him. My cum is leaking out around them, and it’s so hot that I could damn near rally myself.
“Hunter,” he groans.
My name on his tongue is music to my fucking ears.
Rubbing over his prostate, I keep working my fingers in and out of him as I take him to the back of my throat over and over. His thighs tense, his hips jerking up, a low groan leaving his throat as the first spurt of his cum shoots across my tongue.
I moan around his length, swallowing again and again, not wanting to miss a single drop. It’s not until his body slumps, boneless, against the sheets that I pull off his cock.
Climbing up the bed, I lie on my side and pull him into my arms. He comes easily, fucked out and pliant as he presses his face into my neck and breathes in deeply.
I rub a hand up and down his back, cradling him to me.
“I love you,” I whisper.
He hums. “I love you too.”
“I’m gonna marry you one day,” I say softly, the words too big in my heart to not let them out. “And then I’m gonna build us a house. Give you anything you want.”
“Can we build the house here?” he asks before yawning.
My lips curl into a smile. “Sure.”
“Between the barns. I wanna be close to Lila.”
“Anything you want, sweetheart.”
Snuggling deeper, he rests his hand over my heart. “You want to marry me?”
I nod, throat going tight. “More than anything.”
“Okay,” he whispers.
“Okay?”
Dropping kisses along my throat, he sighs. “Okay, I’ll marry you.”
Oh. Oh, holy fuck. My heart slams against my ribs. “I wasn’t actually asking yet, sweetheart,” I say.
He shrugs, coming out from his hiding place to look at me. His blue eyes are dazzling, happier than I think I’ve ever seen them. “It’s too late to take it back now. You said you wanted to.”
“But I wanted to…” I trail off, lost in his eyes. I remember the first day I met him, how I thought he had the saddest eyes I’d ever seen. Not anymore. “I wanted to make it special,” I finish.
His warm fingers trail up my chest. “This is pretty special. I’m alive, and you’re alive, and I’m wrapped up in your arms. How much more special does it need to be?”
Well, that’s a fair fucking point, I guess. I drag him back to me, rolling him onto his back and leaning over him and pressing my lips to his. He smiles into the kiss, and I find myself smiling too.
I pull back just enough to see his eyes. “Theo,” I whisper, my stomach flipping. “Will you marry me?”
His eyes go glassy. “Yes.”
This is not at all how I planned for this day to go, but I’m not complaining one fucking bit. Never. I kiss him again, trying to infuse all the love I have for him into it.
He breaks the kiss with a laugh, and before I know it, I’m laughing too. And then we’re kissing again.
Laughing and kissing, our joy and happiness exploding between our connected lips as it hits us—or at least me—that I’ll get to do this for the rest of my life.
“I’m so glad I came here, Hunter. I’m so glad I found you.”
My throat tightens to the point of pain. Brushing my lips over his, I smile. “I’m so glad I found you too, sweetheart.”