Chapter Seventeen
Hunter
“Right there for now.” He makes a beautiful sight with his slender body and the dreamy look in his eyes. Just moments ago, he looked tired, half-asleep, maybe a little sad, but now he looks rejuvenated.
Except maybe the sadness is still there too. Maybe it’s always been there, but I’ve never taken the time to see it. I feel like so many things with Lucas have gone unnoticed because in his family, he was never the most important person in the room.
I take off my shoes and socks, my gaze never leaving Lucas. He jacked off thinking of me, maybe lying right there in that bed, replaying memories of our night together as he played with that delicious fucking cock of his and made himself come.
“Do you need a minute?” I ask him.
“I’m fine,” he replies, and I remove my pants and underwear, then my shirt, before climbing onto the bed and lying on top of him. Lucas’s legs immediately wrap around me as if he’s trying to hold me close, like if he doesn’t, I might walk out again.
Brushing my thumb against his small, pebbled nipples, I say, “I’m sorry…for—”
“Later,” Lucas cuts me off. “Right now, I just want you to fuck me.” He dances his fingertips over the bruises on my torso from the game tonight. “This game takes a lot from you.”
“They’re just bruises.”
“Maybe I wasn’t only talking about those.
” Before I can reply, he’s got his hand at the back of my head, tugging me down, our lips drawn together again.
It’s the slowest kiss we’ve shared, like we’re not in a rush, like we both know we won’t keep doing this, but instead of being so hungry for it that we rush through it, we’re taking our time, savoring. Feeling.
Lucas’s heels dig into my thighs, and I rut against him, rubbing my achingly hard cock against his while I let Lucas take possession of my mouth.
His hand is tight in my hair, his other one running up and down my back, while he’s alternating between nibbling at my lip and making sure his tongue tastes every millimeter of my mouth.
Fuck, he feels good, tastes good—a hunger I didn’t know I had, a craving that had been dormant, and now it’s all I can think about.
Lucas.
Lucas.
Lucas.
Wanting to get it all in while I can, I kiss my way down his throat, his chest, his belly, sliding down the bed as I do. Lucas eyes me with heavy-lidded, lust-drunk eyes and a cocky smirk that makes me smile. I haven’t smiled as much as I do with him in a long time.
“You hungry for some cock?” he asks.
“Yes.” I kiss the tip of his erection, then pepper kisses down his shaft, before nuzzling my face in the sac I’ve been admiring.
The hairs on his groin feel good against my skin, his scent a heady mix of soap and natural body musk that’s so fucking intoxicating.
It smells like he took a shower recently, and I almost wish he hadn’t, just want the natural fragrance of his body.
I suck him, and Lucas hisses. It’s been years since I’ve been with a man, not since… No. I can’t think about him here. Not when we’re like this. It will make me stop, and like always, I’m too selfish not to take what I want.
“Can I eat you out?” I ask, my nose nudging his balls.
“Yeah. I showered after I jerked off, and then I’ve just been lying here, trying to sleep.”
“Thinking about me,” I confirm.
“No. That was a lie.”
I chuckle. “I don’t believe you.” I bite his thigh. “Roll over. I want your ass.”
“I mean, who doesn’t want their ass eaten? You don’t have to tell me twice.” Lucas kicks his leg over my body, turning onto his belly, and I reposition so I’m lying between his legs, his juicy peach right in front of me.
“Fuck,” I say, giving it a slap, then massaging his cheeks. I’m dying for him, want to experience every little thing I can with Lucas, to hold on to this feeling of me…of the me I’m familiar with and the one I’m not because that’s who he brings out in me.
“I’m waiting,” he says, and I can’t help but grin. I’m not surprised Lucas makes sex playful, that he is himself in this too, saying whatever comes to mind.
I spread his cheeks, take in the tight ring of muscle. He makes my mouth water. I’m fucking salivating for him. I slip my thumb between his cheeks, rub his rim, watch his hole clench. “You’re so fucking sexy.”
“It is a great hole.”
“Not just that,” I answer honestly. “Everything about you.” Did I see it before?
I’m not sure if I did, if now I’m seeing Lucas in a different light, or if I didn’t let myself ever contemplate that I could be attracted to him.
If the latter is true, it’s another tally mark under the heading “Bad Person,” which is what I fear I am.
Wanting those thoughts out of my head, I bury my face in his ass instead, licking up and down his crack, then flicking my tongue back and forth over his hole.
He pushes back against my face, rutting into the mattress as I devour his ass like it’s my last meal, and maybe it is—my last meal of him, and I damn sure plan to enjoy it.
I don’t let up, practically suffocate myself in his ass as he makes hungry sounds, telling me, “Fuck yes. Deeper. Put your tongue inside me. I want you deep, Hunt. As fucking deep as you can go.”
Those must be the sexiest words I’ve ever heard, sending me into a frenzy where I’m nothing but this ball of wild, unfettered desire for him.
I soften his hole up until I can push my tongue in, fucking him with it, rutting my dick against the bed, just like he’s doing. He’s a meal I could never tire of, but I’m also dying for more, want to see my dick split him open, to know what it feels like to be inside him.
“I need inside you.” I push off him and grab the lube. “Condoms?”
“Top drawer.”
I reach in, see a strip of rubbers, and pull one free, then kneel behind him, slick my fingers, and press one between his cheeks, pushing in. His hole is so fucking tight, his body so fucking hot, I know I’ll want to bust the second I’m inside him.
“Jesus, Lucas.” I kiss his nape, his shoulders, licking down his spine as I work one, then two fingers inside him.
“More,” he begs, his back arching beneath me.
I love the feel of him, how hot his body runs, the way his muscles move, how he’s both hard and soft, and how intoxicating his scent is. “You want three?”
“I want your dick.”
I chuckle into his hair, still kissing and fingering his eager body.
“I’ll give it to you…” I work three fingers into him, stretching him for my cock.
“I’ve been thinking about this too, Lucas.
All fucking week…before that, even. I’ve been thinking about how you would feel, what you would taste like, the sounds you would make, and then, when I got those answers, I knew I would keep wanting more. ”
“Jesus. Get your dick inside me,” he orders. “Now. You think I haven’t been waiting for that? Don’t make me wait anymore. Give it to me.”
I curse, pull back, and straddle one of his legs.
I slide the condom down my precum-slicked cock, then lube up, my whole body primed.
I’m fucking shaking, nothing but this intense need and want taking up all the space inside me.
I press into him from behind, one of his legs bent, the other straight and beneath me, his ass poking out just enough.
If I thought his ass felt good around my fingers, it has nothing on how it feels around my cock.
I work the head inside, feel his body suck me in, all that tight heat enveloping me.
I moan as I press farther into him, in and out in little thrusts, each one going deeper until I’m buried to the hilt, groin against his ass and all of me inside him.
Inside Lucas.
“Christ, I’m going to come,” I say breathlessly.
“I’ll fucking kill you.”
I laugh, and he grunts.
“Shit. That makes your cock twitch inside me.”
“Don’t you laugh, or this really will be over.” If his body starts clenching, I’m done for.
“I’m laid out beneath you. What are you going to do with me?” he asks, and something about those words does me in.
“I’m going to fuck you until you can’t see straight, until you’re screaming my name.”
I pull back, then thrust into him, over and over and over again. I take him hard and fast, our bodies smacking together. Each time I slam into him, Lucas sucks in a sharp breath.
“Yes. Like that. Fuck me, Hunt. Show me how much you want me,” he orders before there’s a softer… “Please.”
The please kicks me up a notch, makes me feel like I’ll lose my damn mind, like nothing exists other than Lucas and me.
I pull him up to his knees, Lucas going easily.
His body is arched, his chest still pressed against the mattress.
Kneeling behind him, hands tight on his hips, I continue to pleasure us both.
Lucas wraps a hand around his cock, stroking while I fuck him.
Why does this feel so different? Like I’ve never been inside someone before.
“Fuck yes. Just like that. Make me feel it tomorrow,” he says, the words making me drunk. I’m high off Lucas and don’t ever want to come down.
His body feels so fucking good, my orgasm so close, all I have to do is reach out and grab it, but…I want to see him. I want to see Lucas when I make him come…when I give in to the pleasure too.
I pull out of him, Lucas immediately looking over his shoulder, catching my gaze. “What are you…”
“Turn over. I just…” The rest of the words don’t come out. They feel safer in my head. It feels weird that I need to look him in the eyes to come. It feels too soon to want that, despite how far back we go.
“Okay.” Lucas moves to his back, and I pull his legs over my shoulders, slamming into him again. He’s flexible as hell, doesn’t seem to be uncomfortable being folded in half like this, his body’s grip welcome on my cock.
We watch each other, me leaning over him, pumping my hips into him, the tight squeeze of his ass pulling me closer and closer to the edge.
Lucas strokes himself, precum leaking onto his belly, eyes falling closed, mouth open, mumbling words I can’t make out, except for a curse here and there.
I lower my mouth to his, like he can speak into mine and I’ll catch every word.
My tongue slides into his mouth, my dick filling him again, when suddenly his body stiffens beneath me, his hole tightens, and his head drops back as he groans, “Hunter. Fuck yes, Hunter,” thick streams of his release spurting between us.
His cheeks are pink, with a five o’clock shadow, his hair is messy, and Christ, how did it take me so long to see how beautiful Lucas is? That’s my last thought before I lose control, letting myself sink deeper into the pleasure he gives me, cock twitching as I come.