I lean in and kiss him. Taking his lips with an animalistic passion I only have for him, thoughts warring inside my head to take him and make him mine in every way. I’ve always prided myself on my control, but Hunter takes that control and smashes it into a million pieces. There’s nothing except me and him at this moment, our bodies molding to each other while he climbs into my lap, never separating our lips.
“You make me feel unhinged,” I whisper against his mouth, my tongue tracing the outline of his plump bottom lip, then tracing the scar on his upper one.
“You make me feel everything,” he says back, vulnerability bleeding through.
“Fuck, Collins.” He rocks his hips in my lap, rubbing our lower bodies together. He moans. Loudly. I wrap my arms around his waist and stand up, taking a minute to get my balance before I walk to my room. Hunter is placing kisses on my neck, sucking and nibbling on the skin, before soothing it with his tongue. I hope he marks me; I want him to mark me. To show the world that I belong to him, even if no one can know.
“Oh god,” he whines when I tighten one hand across his back and grip his asscheek with my other one, the thick muscles of his ass filling my palm. I regret all the times I didn’t think to check his ass out while he walked in front of me. That’s definitely changing now. My dick pulses in my pants while I think of him parading his perfect, rounded ass in front of me. Teasing me.
“F-fuck, Collins. You have such a nice ass,” I groan, massaging one cheek before I throw him on my bed. The need to open him up and bare him to me is uncontrollable. I want everything he has to offer.
I follow him down onto the bed, pressing my lips to his and grinding our dicks together, feeling the drag of cotton against my cock, wondering how good it would feel if it were his skin against mine.
“Tell me I can take your clothes off,” I plead, kissing my way to his collarbone.
“Yes, please, yes.” His face is flushed, and his eyes are glassy. He gets off the bed and I help him pull off his shirt. His body is lean; the tanned skin is smooth and supple. His hips undulate under me, and I kiss my way down his chest, licking and biting his nipples and sucking the hard buds into my mouth. I trace my fingers under the waistband of his pants, feeling the crease from where the material has been digging into his skin.
“Tell me if I do something you don’t like, okay?” I look up at him, his brown eyes shining bright.
“Okay.”
I tease my hand closer to his cock, across the crease between his groin and his thigh. He’s so hot, literally and figuratively. I have to make this good for him.
Hunter takes the initiative, pushing his pants down. His dick springs out of his underwear, slapping against his stomach.
He’s so thick, the tip of him peeking out, flushed and leaking. The veins pulse wildly under the thin skin.
I don’t know what to do, so I let my instincts take over and trail my tongue across the slit, tasting his salty, bitter precum. He thrusts his hips up, shoving his dick farther into my mouth. I have to breathe through my nose so I don’t do something embarrassing like choke.
“Mmphm. Adam. Adam.” He chants my name like a prayer. A whimpering mess of a man, praising me while I try to show him what heaven feels like. A heaven that is meant for him and that only I can provide.
He strokes the back of my head, not forcing me down, but the heavy comfort of his hand fuels me. “Adam, I’m going to…” His hips stutter, and he tightens his grip on my hair to try to pull me off. No way.
“Please. Please. Please.” Hunter’s mumbling to himself while I suck harder, letting his heavy cock rest on my tongue and push toward the back of my throat. “You’re doing so good. So, so, so good.” His cock twitches hard in my mouth, and he’s coming, his release spilling down my throat in rhythmic pulses. I gulp him down greedily, wanting to keep him inside me in any selfish way I can. When he pushes my head away from his softening length, he pulls me up to him. Our lips crash together, sharing the taste of him between us. I groan, feeling the need to release building in my balls.
“Are you going to…” He trails off, glancing down at my hard cock tenting my pants.
“I can, if you don’t mind.” Hunter rolls his eyes and shakes his head. “I obviously want you to,” he retorts, reaching out to palm me over my pants.
“You can come on me if you want.” Oh fuck.
I pull my pants down far enough to pull my dick out. It takes me two rough strokes and I’m unleashing all the pent-up lust in me all over his stomach, coating him in my release and marking him. Doing exactly what he said I could do.
“Is it weird if I say that was hot?” Hunter asks when we finally recover from our release.
“No, because it was hot for me too.” And in a moment of vulnerability, I ask, “Was it good for you?”
“Uh-yeah. Obviously.” I laugh, and he joins in, his laughter deep and low, the glorious sound bouncing off the walls as a rush of endorphins force their way into every crack and crevice. Even after he leaves, the memory of him will be ingrained inside these four walls.
“Good, cool. I’m glad.” I tap my finger against my leg, the beat to “Drunk” by Dayseeker flowing through my head.
“Was it… okay for you?” Hunter hesitates, his face shadowed in concern.
“It was perfect. You are perfect,” I admit, standing up and leaving him on the bed. I need to take a minute to cool my thoughts and grab him a rag to clean up with.
When I get back, his eyes are closed, his chest rising and falling. The ropes of my cum are a stark contrast to his tanned skin, and the voice inside of me is tempting me to leave it. To see if it can soak in his skin so he can smell like me, no matter how many times he tries to wash it off. But that’s not reasonable.
I clean him up, taking extra care to get every spot so it doesn’t end up crusty. His skin is glowy, the fine sheen of sweat accentuating his muscles.
