22. Hunter #2
Before he can second-guess or doubt what’s happening between us, I crash my lips against his.
Claiming his mouth without hesitation in a brutal kiss that stamps my ownership, it sets my core on fire.
He is mine. Mine. He moans, but I swallow down the noise, holding him firmly against me.
There’s no escaping this. Escaping me. Not now, not ever.
He thrusts, impaling himself deeper on my finger, fucking into his hands, trapped in a place where staving off the orgasm isn’t an option as everything picks up pace with a frantic energy.
Our tongues battle for dominance, both of us fighting to be the one leading the way, our alpha base shining through as we lose our tenuous grasp on reality.
He tastes like sour lemon and whiskey as I devour every lingering flavour. Mine.
He bites my bottom lip until I taste the tang of copper as I add a second finger. “Fuck. Fuckkkk. Hunter. Fuck.”
“So perfect, baby,” I murmur, my lips against his as his body stretches for me, letting me in. “You drive me wild.”
It’s not a lie, as a familiar feeling uncurls low in my gut and at the base of my spine.
I’m barely holding on, my body nothing more than a mess of nerves, sensation after sensation, stacked on top of one another.
His taste, his scent, how he feels in my arms, how he sounds as he whispers my name like a prayer.
“Yes. Fuck. Fuck! Hunter!” Evans thighs tremble, his whole body making shuddery little movements as I overwhelm him in the best way. This is how it should be.
Him and me.
Nothing between us but raw, real feelings.
“I’m gonna come. Fuck! Hunter,” he whines, kissing me again, using me to anchor himself in the moment.
It’s hearing my name like that, that sends me over the edge.
My climax is brutal, almost like a punch as it knocks the wind out of me.
My balls are tight against my body as cum spurts from my overstimulated cock, washed away by the current.
Evans is seconds behind me, the slight bulge where his knot sits throbbing against me, my fingers still knuckle deep inside him as he trembles, his lips against mine as we share the same heavy breaths.
When he comes down from his orgasm and I gently pull out, he slumps against me with nose pressed against my scent gland, teeth scraping against my collarbone.
There was no turning back now.
Over the years, I'd had sex with countless people—omegas and betas, male, female, non-binary but this alpha right here was it. I was all in with this fucker. No one else would do. Evans was just going to have to get with the programme.
“You still with me Benny?” I say, stroking his back, my fingers moving over the dips of his muscles. One day, I was going to lay him out in my studio and trace over every line with a paintbrush. Or my tongue. Maybe both.
He groans, wiggling his ass against me and my spent cock twitches again. “Mmmmm, les sleep ere.”
Chuckling, I press my lips to the side of his head. “We can’t sleep here.”
The next morning, I wake to a warm body pressed against mine and a hand wrapped around my morning wood, moving up my shaft in lazy pumping motions.
Scrubbing my face, I grumble as I lean into the hot touch. “I thought we talked about knocking.”
I yelp when that earns me a sharp bite to my earlobe. Evans squeezes my shaft until I wince. “I can’t believe you left me on the sofa.”
“I had to carry your heavy ass in from the spring. I wasn’t tackling the stairs too.” Turning to face him, I sigh.
So, last night I learned having a beefcake for a future mate was great, until they slept like the dead and you had to haul their ass back into the cabin.
If we were still only friends, I probably would have just dragged him inside the doorway and left him on the floor.
At least this way, I’d made sure he had a blanket and was stripped out of his soaked boxers.
“Plus, I thought you might want space.”
It wasn’t like we’d managed to talk, and as far as he was aware I was potentially seeing Percy.
I also wasn't sure what this meant to him…was it just two bro’s helping each other get off or was it something more?
I hoped so. The jealousy, the territorial attitude seemed to indicate we were both in this, but with Evans, I could never be sure.
He might fold like a deckchair under pressure from his father or Sadie, and I wasn’t going to go through that again.
The line in the sand was officially wiped away by the waves, and now he’d have to live with the consequences.
“What I want is your dick in my mouth…” His lips press against the back of my neck, before he freezes. “Is that—would that be okay?”
Cute. He’s second guessing himself, doesn’t he realise just how obsessed with him I am? How he turns me into a mess every time he gives me even just a sliver of attention?
“Compromise. How about I suck your brains out quickly since my family is expecting us for breakfast?” I roll my hips, thrusting into his fist with a low moan. I can get behind pre-breakfast orgasms. “I give an excellent blowjob.”
“I want that. Yes. Please. Thank you.” He chuckles, teeth sinking into my neck this time while he grinds his hard shaft against my ass. “But dude, don't mention your family and my dick in the same sentence.”
“Awh baby, did it turn you off?” I scoff, knowing that it didn’t.
“It should, but no.”
Arching my back so my ass pushes further back, I twist slightly, so that I can see him without breaking my damn neck. “That’s because you’re a horndog.”
He frowns, a dangerous glint in his dark eyes. “Actually, don’t mention being good at blowjobs either.”
“Why? Does that make you jealous?” I raised a brow, it wasn’t like he didn’t know me.
How many times had he made comments about who shared my bed over the years?
Pleasure was always the name of the game, and up until Crest Haven, where I’d finally let myself get a taste, I wasn’t fussy about who I spent my time with.
He says nothing, eyebrows tightly knitted together as he mulls it over. As his fist moves over my slick tip, he flicks my Prince Albert with his thumb.
“Are you a possessive alpha, Benny?” I ask, goading him with a whine, knowing that he never gave a shit who Sadie was hanging around with. Knowing he’s different with me sets my skin on fire, a warmth spreading through me. “Why don’t you come here and take what you want then?”
He makes a soft growling noise, the sound vibrating through his chest as he continues to lazily pump my cock, my shaft slick with precum. My rut simmers under my skin, everything heightened the closer we get to it, making everything all the more intense.
“When you say things like that…” There’s hesitation in his voice, reminding me how new this is to him. All he’s ever experienced is a one-night stand, Sadie and me. What’s happening to us, between us is unlike anything either of us has experienced before.
“I mean it,” I promise softly, stretching to kiss him.
Just like last night, it turns into a fight for dominance as he claims my mouth, his tongue making me forget my own name. He bites down on my bottom lip again, and I pull back.
“Fucker, I’m not your chew toy,” I hiss, nudging him playfully. “If you want me to suck your dick, then come and get it.”
Letting go of my throbbing cock, he tosses the covers off so quickly, I barely have time to blink before it’s landing on the floor. Evans wasn’t wearing anything under the blanket, but then again, neither was I. Grabbing my leg, he yanks me down the bed.
Tossing my head back against the mattress, I groan. He just manhandled me like a toy. “Fuck, why is that so hot?”
“Duh, because I’m hot.” He snorts as if I’m just stating the obvious while he straddles me, facing my feet. He grabs onto my ankles to steady himself while he gets comfortable sitting on my chest.
“Don’t you want to watch while I choke on your cock?” I ask, running my hands up his thick muscular thighs. They were sturdy, like fucking tree trunks. Stretching up, I sink my teeth into him, adding another mark to the collection already on his body.
“So much, but I also want your dick in my mouth.”
My hands pause on his ass, before I massage his cheeks. Oh. Ohhhhh. He wanted to sixty-nine. My dick and I were very much on board with that.
“The first one to make the other come, gets to choose what film we’re watching later.” Evans leans down, positioning himself on his hands and knees above me while he wrapped his hand back around his cock.
Last night at dinner, I’d promised that we could just chill out in the cabin this evening, make some chicken salad and binge watch something on the TV. A break from my family, and carb heavy meals.
Groaning, my hips make a small half aborted thrust, my cock inches away from his lips. “Shit, I don’t want to watch another crappy action flick.”
He always picked the worst films, in fact back in Oakley, his choices were always being vetoed by Zale and Blake. We had to resort to rock, paper, scissors to choose usually. I liked this version.
“Better be as good as you say then,” he says, a mischievous glint in his dark eyes as his tongue flicks out over my piercing.
He sucks it between his lips with a gentle tug before licking along the ridge of my cockhead.
When he’s done torturing me, he sinks down on my dick with zero hesitation.
He swallows me down until his nose is buried in my pubes, where he gags sloppily before pulling off.
A string of spit trails from his lips to the flushed, angry red tip.
It was obscene. It was perfect. It was fucking everything.
“Woah, take it easy. If you die on my dick I will not be impressed,” I joke as he sputters and coughs a little. “I have plans for you.”
He’s curious, gentle as he tugs on my balls and takes me back into his mouth, this time wrapping his hand around the base of my shaft to keep me from going too deep down his throat.