Chapter Twenty-One
Hunter
Sucking dick has always been something I really love.
There’s something so primal about it, so satisfying, but having Lucas’s dick in my mouth is even more potent, more addicting.
Everything he does makes me feel so damn good, and I want to do the same for him, want to pull him to the edge but not let him tip over until his dick is inside me.
It’s not something I ever expected to have again.
I honestly wasn’t sure if I’d ever let myself be with a man at all again, but being with Lucas is soothing something inside me I thought would be chaotic forever.
Last night, all I’d wanted was to fuck Lucas, to know what it’s like inside him, but today is the complete opposite.
I need to know what it feels like to be full of him, to have him pump into me, touching me in places I long to be touched.
It’s like, at any moment, I’m preparing for one of us to walk away, so I have to get all the experiences in now before it’s too late.
“Fuck, Hunt. You have such a good mouth,” he says as I bob on his cock. I love the sound of his voice, the way it’s a bit deeper when in the midst of pleasure, like he has to work harder to get the words out.
He pets my head gently, and when I look up, I see him staring at me, a small smile on his lips.
Has anyone ever watched me as intensely as Lucas does?
Not only when his dick is in my mouth, but all the time.
It’s like he’s always studying for a test on me, like he has to memorize every detail so when he’s quizzed later, he won’t get anything wrong.
I pull off and suck his balls, lick every inch of his heavy sac, maybe like I’ll be tested myself later.
“Come’ere,” he says, tugging me to my feet. He seals our mouths together, pressing his tongue inside mine, quick and hard and hungry before he says, “My turn.” He maneuvers me so my chest is pressed against the wall, ass out, and kneels behind me. “I always wondered what this tastes like.”
He smacks my ass, making me tremble…and what he said catches up to me. Always?
I don’t have time to contemplate what he means because he’s got my ass cheeks spread and his face buried there.
Ass eating is an art, and like the artist he is, Lucas excels at it.
He moans into my crease, flicking his tongue over my rim, pushing at it, making hungry sounds as I swear it feels like he’s trying to suffocate himself in me.
He pulls back enough to say, “Fuck, I knew you’d be delicious,” before he’s at it again, making out with my hole.
My dick is throbbing, sending vibrations through my body. I push back against him, dying to feel a part of Lucas inside me, wanting to be full of tongue, fingers, cock, I don’t care—anything. I want part of him inside me, hoping like hell it eases some of the emptiness I live with.
“More,” I tell him. Is it an order or a plea? I don’t even know, just that I feel like I could die if he doesn’t comply.
“Anything. Whatever you want.” He spits, and then his finger presses against me.
I relax my body, trying to let him inside.
“Jesus, you’re tight.” He pauses, kissing my ass cheeks, licking my crease, using his other hand to play with my balls while he slowly works his way in.
“That’s it… Fuck, you’re being so good for me, Hunt.
Your body is so goddamn hot. You’re opening up for me perfectly. ”
Every word makes me relax more, making it easier for Lucas to give me exactly what I want.
“You have no idea how sexy this is…seeing your tight little hole take my finger. I don’t know how I’ll survive when it’s my cock.”
“More,” I beg, and yes, that’s what I’m doing, fucking begging because I feel like I could die if Lucas doesn’t give me more. “Want you to tongue-fuck me. Love the way it feels.”
“Fucking gladly.”
It feels like I’m empty for an eternity, not half a second, before Lucas replaces his finger with his tongue, working it into me.
He stiffens it, fucks me with it, squeezes my ass cheeks, plays with my balls, runs his hands up and down my legs while he eats my ass like it’s to decide the winner of a championship game.
Jesus, there’s a chance I could come from this, that he could make me shoot all over my wall just with the way he works his tongue in and out of my body.
I push back against him, hands fisted, practically whimpering in pleasure.
“You’re so responsive. I love it. You’ve been needing this, haven’t you?”
“Yes,” I admit.
“I’ll always give it to you, Hunt. Whatever you want, you only have to ask.”
My heart feels funny, fluttery, like it’s struggling to keep a steady beat, but then it rights itself again.
Lucas stands up, takes my hand, and pulls me to my bed. “Condoms and lube?”
“Top drawer,” I reply, watching as he grabs them, setting both on the bed beside me.
“I want a bit more of my bedtime snack, and then I’ll get you open real good with my fingers.” He smirks, all playful and fun. “Hold your legs up for me, football star.”
He winks, and I roll my eyes but do as he says, arms beneath my knees, pulling them up and opening for Lucas.
Lucas.
Lucas.
Lucas.
Why do I like his name so much?
He does as promised, starting with my nuts, giving them attention with his mouth before sinking lower. He licks, probes, fucks, tastes, everything he can do to my ass besides giving me his fingers or his cock. It’s fucking incredible. It’s not enough. I writhe and beg, not caring how needy I sound.
“You’re killing me.” He grabs the lube and slicks his fingers. “Look at this pretty hole. It’s perfect,” Lucas says, pushing a finger inside.
“Fuck.” I squeeze my eyes closed, needing a minute. Everything feels overwhelming but not enough to want to stop.
One finger becomes two, in and out. Each time he crooks them, rubbing my prostate, I damn near jolt off the bed.
Lucas takes his time with me, like we have all night, like we could lie in this bed for days on end, doing nothing but fucking if we wanted to, going back to one finger, then two, finally giving me three, then two again, twisting, stretching, preparing me for his cock.
My whole body is on edge, sated but not, satisfied but not, until I feel like I’ll combust if he doesn’t give me what I want.
“Fuck me, Lucas. Now. I want your cock.”
“Christ.” He pulls his fingers free, shoves to his knees, and gets all wrapped up.
Once he has the condom slicked with lube, Lucas positions me on my side, top leg bent high, him settling in behind me.
He presses the head of his cock against my hole, slowly pushing in.
It’s different taking his dick than it was his fingers, my body needing to adjust to his girth.
“That’s it…fuck, you feel good. Let me inside. I’ll take care of you, Hunt. I promise.”
I nearly melt into the bed, feeling…soft and cared for and wanted. It’s strange that this seems so unique, like it’s so totally new, and no one has ever wanted me this much.
I turn my head, and reading my expression, he takes my mouth, pushes his tongue between my lips as he continues breaching my ass.
I take more and more of him, stretch for him, Lucas going slowly so my body can get used to him, until he’s fucking deep, as deep as he can go, holding himself there, inside me, and just… kissing and kissing and kissing.
“You ready?” he asks against my lips.
“Yeah. So fucking ready.”
Lucas grins, and it’s like an electric jolt to my chest. And then he’s pulling back before thrusting sharply back in.
“Fuck yes,” I say. “God, you feel good.”
Lucas holds my face with his tattooed arm, rings pressing into my skin as he forces me to look at him. My lips part, quick breaths puffing out as he hammers into me, stroking my prostate, his eyes holding mine.
It feels so good.
He feels so good.
But the way he’s looking at me is almost too much, like he’s seeing things he’s not supposed to see, and that scares the fuck out of me. I press our lips together again, kissing and fucking and feeling.
Lucas lets go of my face, lowering his hand to my cock, jerking me off. There’s a kink in my neck because of how I’m holding my head, but I don’t care. I would stay in this position all night if he could fuck me that long.
“You’re close,” he says, pressing his forehead to mine.
“Yes. Christ. Make me come.”
He growls, then pulls out, rolling to his back and pulling me on top of him.
I straddle Lucas, reaching behind me to take hold of his cock and work him back inside me.
He pulls my head down so we’re kissing again while he fucks up and into me.
His hands move to my waist, and I wrap a hand around my shaft, stroking in tandem with his tongue in my mouth and his dick in my ass.
Before I can do anything to stop it, my orgasm takes over, my head dropping back, body buzzing, thighs tensing as I lose myself to the most intense pleasure. I shoot all over his chest, my release landing against his skin as Lucas arches up, still thrusting.
“Fuck…me too. Gonna give you my load,” he says, and I realize how much I want it, how much I wish there was no condom between us. His dick twitches, hands tightening, teeth biting into his bottom lip as he comes. Lucas kisses me, then rolls me to the bed beside him. “I’ll be right back.”
He goes into the en suite, and I hear water running. He’s in there for only a moment before coming back and wiping me down with a washcloth.
“Come here,” I say, pulling him toward the bed.
“Let me get rid of this.”
“Throw it on the floor. I don’t care.”
He drops the washcloth, then climbs into bed. I feel…open…raw. Like he’s put more of me on display, and I’m not sure how I feel about it.
“I’m a terrible person,” I say, resting my head on Lucas’s chest. He wraps an arm around me.
“I’m fairly certain that out of the two of us, that would be me.” He kisses the top of my head. “I don’t want to be a reason for you to hate yourself.”
“I think I’d hate myself more if I stopped,” I admit, the truth heavy in the air between us.
“Then we won’t stop.”
“Good,” I say, then out of nowhere, something hits me. “Do I get to see your darkroom yet, next time I come over?”
Lucas barks out a laugh at my ridiculousness, something I feel more at ease being when I’m with him. “Maybe.”
“I gave you my ass, Lucas, and I can’t even get that?”
“I didn’t say no.”
“Fine. I guess I’ll have to accept that.” I kiss his chest. “What do you want to do tomorrow?”
Lucas grins. “You?”
“I think that can be arranged.” Another kiss. “But only if I can do you too.”
“I think that can be arranged.”