24. Hunter
Hunter
It’s like there’s a hand wrapped around my heart, squeezing tightly, nails biting into the pulpy flesh as I watch Benny submit on his knees for me. Mine, my alpha snarls, desperate to claim him while I barely hold on by a thread.
His lips are spit slick and glossy with my pre-cum. Dark eyes are half-hooded and hazy as he watches me beneath long lashes, mind and body yielding to my dominance.
My pheromones cover every inch of him, clinging to the very fibre of his being. He is mine in almost every way. Soon, I promise as I thrust my hips hard, savouring the gagging noises he makes. The filthy glug, glug, glug sounds echo around the cabin as I fill his mouth.
Letting go of the base of my cock, I grab his hair with both hands. Picking up the pace I move my hips in short, sharp thrusts. Fuck. Fuck. Fuckkk. He’s so fucking perfect as he comes untouched, melting into me as his pheomones spill out, tangling with mine.
Harder.
Faster.
Deeper.
Over and over I take my pleasure from him. I barely give him chance to catch his breath as I skull fuck him, his eyes rolling back into his head. Just when I think he’s too comfortable, I stop and hold him down on my cock, his nose buried in my pubes while I’m lodged down his throat.
“Should I knot you like this, baby? Stretch out your mouth, since you’ve always got something to say?” I croon, stroking his cheek with my thumb.
Loosening my grip, I ease off, letting him cough and gasp for air before I repeat the motion. His body relaxes, and he’s pliant and soft for me as I slow it down with long, deep plunges into this mouth.
I know he’s going to come again, I can smell it simmering on his skin like water evaporating into steam under the scorching sun on a summer's day. My baby is a filthy dirty boy who wants to be wanted. And right now he’s on cloud nine as he surrenders to my touch.
My orgasm builds at the base of my spine and it doesn’t take me long before I’m spilling down his throat, flooding his insides with cum.
Pulling out of his mouth, I finish my orgasm on his face, painting stripes of pearly spunk on his tanned skin.
He swallows down whatever's in his mouth before his tongue snakes out, licking up anything it can reach.
He looks like a masterpiece on his knees for me.
I’m not even close to being done, the itch barely scratched as my mind descends deeper into the abyss of my rut.
“Look at you.” With my hands still in his hair, I lean down, lapping at the tears streaming down his face. He tastes like a shot of tequila, citrus and salt. I want to devour him. “I never thought you’d be a crier.”
I rip off my boxers, tossing the scrap of fabric to the side. There was no point in them now, not when I was going to spend the next couple of days naked, covered in come and buried inside Evans’ ass. Mate.
This was not enough.
Not the right place.
Needed my knot in him.
Needed to claim every inch of him.
Needed him to understand.
He is mine.
“Fuck you,” he croaks, his voice raspy while he stares up at me with a flash of definance in his eyes.
With a cruel grin, I pull him to his feet, grab his beefy arm and drag him down the corridor into my art room. Claim. Mate. Knot.
Kicking the door open, I throw him down over my desk and tear his trunks down his thick thighs, tossing them aside so he’s completely naked apart from his sneakers. Fuck it, I’m impatient, they can stay as I push his head down and kick his legs apart, spreading him for me.
“Pretty,” I grunt, as I pull apart his cheeks and look at his hole. My mind spirals, cognizant thoughts giving way to sensations and impulses. Need is driving me. Instinct.
Claim.
Mate.
Knot.
“You better use lube, you fucker,” he hisses as he tries to twist to face me, but I pin him in place with my arm. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I know what he’s saying, what he’s asking me for.
But there isn’t lube here.
I can’t wait.
“What is all this?” He’s writhing now, squirming in my grip as he looks around the room, his eyes glassy. “Fuck, Hunter.”
My walls are covered, paintings, sketches, collages, all fragments of him, pinned on every surface.
My obsession.
My mate.
My Benny.
His scent pumps out, thick and sweet as he whines, realising just how much I want him. I need him. Relaxing beneath me, he stands on his tiptoes, arching his back to give me better access. Giving me everything.
Burying my face in his ass, I eat him out like I did this morning, except there’s no finesse.
Only raw hunger as I work his tight muscle while I take my dick in hand and jerk off with fast, furious strokes.
He keens and whimpers beneath me, desperate for more as my rut claims him.
We’re both drowning here, lost to base desires together.
When he’s soft enough to work my tongue inside, I pull away. Pressing the fat mushroom head of my dick against him, I lean down and suck a mark on his spine.
“Just the tip,” I grunt as I keep pushing inside until the head of my cock is notched inside the rim of his ass.
“Hunter, I need you to move.” He begs, but even in my pheromone soaked brain I know it’s too soon. “Fuckkk. Do something!”
Too much.
Not enough.
I don’t want to break him before we’ve even begun.
“Fuckkk,” I hiss as he jerks himself, making his body tighten around my sensitive glans.
He comes after a few frantic tugs, and scooping up his spend I slather it on my dick.
Using his cum, I pump my hand up and down my shaft, my knot bulge throbbing and swollen, waiting for the perfect moment to inflate.
Not yet.
Not until I'm inside his tight heat.
Like the cork popping out of a bottle of champagne, the pressure builds until I’m painting his insides, flooding his channel with alpha pheromones and spunk.
My scent wraps around him, working its way beneath his skin.
His body gives in before his mind can, and triggered by my cum, another climax convulses through him.
As Benny covers my desk in jizz for the second time, I chuckle.
Wrapping a hand around his shaft to tease out every last drop I realise his knot has partially inflated. The cheeky brat half-knotted. Squeezing, I massage the bulge, causing him to come again while cursing my name and my tip still wedged inside him.
“Good boy.”
My cock practically pops out of his little hole, my cum dribbling between his cheeks and down his balls while he pants through the remnants of his own orgasm.
“Not done yet, baby.” With two fingers, I push the glossy slick fluid back inside him. Lube.
Any patience and grace I’ve given him up until now vanishes, my last thread of control snapping as I place a hand on the back of his neck and push inside him with one forceful thrust of my hips. He arches, an overstimulated mess, crying out as I bury myself to my hilt.
This.
This is it.
Mine.
Mate.
Claim.
Wrapping my hand around his throat, I pull him upright so his back is flush with my chest. Under my palm I feel him swallow, feel the vibrations of the moans he makes. All for me.
“Mine,” I snarl, barely recognising my own voice as I pull out and thrust into him again.
Harder.
Harder.
Harder.
Benny trembles, leaning into me while he claws at anything he can grab hold of—my arms, my thighs as I peg his prostate, over and over.
We devolve into a tangle of limbs, fighting for release, chasing pleasure. I mark his skin with my mouth, while he drags dark angry lines over mine while I impale him on my cock.
“Hunter, please. Pleaseee,” he pleads, turning his head to kiss me. “I need it. Need you.”
Nails drag across skin.
Hair is yanked.
Sweat drips down my spine.
Cum gushes from his cock, trickles from his hole. Everything is slick and slippery.
Deeper and deeper into the rut we fall, slipping beneath the surface of sanity.
Time doesn’t exist as we chase release, relief from the pressure building between us.
My hips move with a brutal force, as I fuck him hard and fast. Over and over, punctuated with punishing thrusts and low, guttural moans.
I don’t know how many times he’s come now as he moans through another relentless climax.
“Please,” he whimpers over and over like a prayer as my balls tighten and sparks dance over my skin, my body in overdrive.
Claiming his mouth, I swallow down his reverence, finally pumping him full of my cum as I whisper his name against his skin, my lips pressed against his neck.
Pinning him in place, I hold him tightly while he sobs as my knot inflates, swelling as it stretches him.
Claiming him. Breeding him. Keeping him full of my cum.
We’re not done and we both know it. This is only the first knot.
Rocking my hips slowly, I make sure I’m embedded in him, lodged inside his rim so that he can’t escape. Each lazy movement stimulates his prostate again, and he whines, oversensitive.
“Ngghhhh. Such a bastard,” he murmurs, eyes fluttering shut as his head falls forward.
Inhaling, I practically purr, satisfied by the way he smells like me.
Driven by instinct, I growl.
Sink my teeth in.
Claim.
My mate.