Chapter 13
WEST
“It’s you,” I whisper.
“Me?” He gently rests his other hand against the base of my throat.
“From the Hunt,” I scrape out. “That night, it was you.”
His chuckle is low and full of dark amusement. “You remember me?”
“Kinda hard to forget something like that,” I mutter.
If he was at the Hunt three years ago, that means he’s either in my year or he’s a senior, so that narrows the pool of potentials down.
I freeze as another thought hits like a water balloon to the face.
“Did you know it was me?” My voice is trembling slightly, but not from fear. “In the woods that night?”
“No.” His whispered answer sends another rush of that excitement/arousal mix through me, and I moan when he loosely grips my throat. “Not while it was happening. But I figured it out after.”
“How?” I say, sounding drunk and half dazed.
“I have my ways.” He presses his cheek against mine, and my brain glitches out for a second at the sensation of being surrounded by him.
“You’ve known since then? This whole time?” I mumble, still sounding completely out of it.
“Yes.” He nuzzles his covered lips against my cheek. “Did you know I’ve been watching you since that night?”
“You have?”
“Mmmhmm,” he murmurs. “Do you like knowing that?”
I nod dazedly, and he gently squeezes my throat. He’s not cutting off my air, but the pressure is enough to show me that he’s in control, and there’s nothing I can do about it.
“Are you ready for your reward?” he asks in that sexy voice that’s going to be the death of me.
I nod again.
He gently strokes the side of my throat, then drops his arms and steps back.
“On your knees.”
I’m way too eager as I turn around, and I’m already dropping to the floor before I’m fully facing him.
“That’s it, you’re doing good,” he murmurs and slides one hand through my hair. “Now show me how much you want your reward.”
I groan as he rubs the side of my head with his strong fingers, and my hands are trembling as I reach up and gently tug down the front of his sweatpants and boxer briefs.
He’s hard and slick with precum, and my mouth waters as his cock springs free from the confines of his underwear.
Swallowing reflexively, I grip him by the base.
I’ve seen plenty of hard dicks in my life, but other than my own, all of them have been in porn, and I feel like an awkward teen fumbling my way through my first hookup again as I run my hand up and down his length.
“You like that?” he asks.
I nod, my eyes fixed on his cock as I stroke him.
He’s long and hard and thick, but not huge, and I use my thumb to spread a bead of precum over his tip.
“Show me how much,” he says, and the gentleness of his tone helps clear some of the cobwebs so I can think clearly again.
Slowly, I lean forward and wrap my lips around his cockhead.
His taste explodes on my tongue, and I let my eyes flutter closed as I draw more of him into my mouth.
I can’t even begin to count the number of times I’ve thought about this, dreamed about doing this, and now that I finally am, it’s so much better than I thought it would be.
“That’s it,” he encourages as I move over him, taking a little bit more of his length with each bob of my head. “Show me how much you like being good for me. Show me how much you love sucking my dick.”
I make a weird snuffling sound at his praise and sink into the moment as I use one of my hands to stroke the part of him I can’t fit in my mouth.
I might not have done this before, but I have a dick, so instead of trying to reinvent the wheel or whatever the saying is, I try to replicate what I enjoy to see if he likes it too.
Strong fingers card through my hair, and I almost start purring around him as I get used to sucking a dick for the first time.
I thought it might feel awkward or weird, but it doesn’t.
The weight of him sliding against my tongue, and the way his girth stretches my lips, feels natural, and now that I’ve gotten to experience it, I know that one time will never be enough.
“Stop.”
His quiet word breaks through my daze, and I pull off him.
“Was that bad?” I ask before I can stop myself. And I hate how small and needy I sound.
“No.” He slides his fingers under my chin and tips my head up.
All I can see under his hood is darkness and a vague impression of his eyes, and this time the only thing I feel curling inside me is lust and desire.
“It was almost too good,” he says, and it takes a second for his meaning to click.
“Really?”
“Really.” He rubs his thumb over my bottom lip. “Have you ever done that before?”
I gently shake my head.
“Have you wanted to?”
“Yeah,” I whisper.
“Have you been with another guy since that night in the woods?”
I shake my head again.
“Tell me. I want to hear it.”
“No.”
He falls quiet for a few beats, then slowly strokes his dick. “On your feet.”
My heart is pounding in my chest as I get up, and it feels like my entire body is tight with anticipation as I stand there and wait for his next command.
“Take off your hoodie.”
I’m way too eager as I yank my sweater off and toss it aside.
“Shirt too.”
I tug it off and toss it to the floor without hesitating.
“Now your pants.”
I’m slower to push my sweats down over my hips, and I’m hit with a nearly overwhelming sense of vulnerability as I stand there in nothing but my underwear while he’s fully clothed with just his dick out.
His head moves up and down like he’s checking me out, and some of my nerves fade when he strokes his dick. He obviously likes what he sees if he’s still rock hard.
“Take them off.”
My hands are visibly shaking as I push my underwear down until they puddle at my feet, but there’s no hiding my erection, or the fact that I’m into whatever the fuck is going on.
We stand there for what feels like forever with me fully naked and him clothed and stroking his dick, but instead of feeling uncomfortable at being so vulnerable and exposed to him, it’s actually turning me on even more.
“Good,” he says in a sexy purr. “Are you ready for your next reward?”
I nod, and my dick bobs comically in front of me as my body clenches in anticipation.
“On your hands and knees.”
I take a moment to kick my sweats and underwear from around my ankles, then climb onto my bed.
My arms are shaking as I get into position, and I’ve never felt so exposed as I do while settling on my bed with my ass in the air and my hands gripping my comforter as I wait to see what he’ll do next.
I flinch reflexively when a warm hand gently runs down my back, and I moan when that same hand passes over the swell of my ass and down the back of my thigh.
“So good for me,” he says appreciatively and gently cups my balls.
I whimper, fucking whimper, as zings of pleasure shoot through me. Shamelessly, I press back against his hand, wanting more of whatever he’s willing to give me.
“So hot.” He lets go of my balls and traces his finger over my hole.
“Has anyone ever touched you here?” he asks in that sexy voice that’s affecting me way more than it should.
“No,” I manage to croak.
He gently presses his finger against my opening and pushes just hard enough the tip dips inside me, then he quickly pulls it out and goes back to tracing it over my hole. “Have you ever touched yourself?”
“Yes,” I whisper.
I don’t know why admitting that I’ve touched my own hole is so embarrassing, considering the position I’m in and everything else that’s happened since I got his text to turn around.
“Tell me.” He pulls his hand away from me.
“What?” I gasp and clench around nothing.
“Tell me how you’ve touched yourself.”
“I…I don’t know.”
“Yes, you do.” A warm hand cups my balls, and he uses his other hand to give my length a long, slow stroke. “Have you fingered yourself?”
“Yes.”
He stops moving and just grips my balls and dick in his hands like they’re his emotional support blanket. “Have you ever used a toy on yourself?”
My neck and face flame with heat, and I can only imagine how red my skin is.
I’ve always been on the paler side, and thanks to my blond hair and blue eyes, blushes really show up on me. It’s nearly impossible for me to hide when I’m embarrassed.
And right now I’m hella embarrassed.
“Don’t be shy,” he gives my balls a light squeeze, then rolls them in his palm in a way that feels insanely good. “Tell me.”
“I have a… plug,” I scrape out, my face so hot I’m sure my internal body temperature has also gone up a few degrees.
“And what do you do with your plug?” he asks in that infuriatingly calm voice that’s so at odds with the commanding way he’s owning every part of me.
“I sometimes wear it when I’m jerking off,” I whisper.
“Does it feel good?” He gives me another slow stroke and gently rolls my balls again. “Does it make you come?”
“Yes.”
“So hard for me,” he murmurs and strokes my cock, his grip tight and perfect. “So hot,” he adds, and there’s something different about his tone. The sexy rasp is still there, and so is that undertone of quiet command, but there’s a sense of wonder in there too, and maybe even affection?
No, that’s crazy. I’m looking for things that aren’t there. This is about sex and getting off, that’s it. I need to make sure I don’t fall into my usual trap of wanting more than people are willing to give me.
“But you know what?” He lets go of my cock and smooths his palm over the swell of my ass. “I bet my dick is gonna feel so much better.”
More of that arousal/excitement mix flows through me as he gently runs his hands over my back, ass, and thighs, like he’s memorizing the curves and dips of my body through touch.
“What do you think, West?” he asks, and I nearly melt at the sound of my name in that sex-drenched voice. “Do you think my dick is going to feel better than your plug?”
“Yes,” I say without hesitation, and I have to stop myself from begging him to just stick it in me and give me some relief.
He must notice how wound up I am, but he just chuckles darkly as he grips my hips to hold me in place and grinds his hard dick against my ass.