Hunter watches with his eyes wide as I pop the digits into my mouth, sucking his tears off. His eyes darken in lust and his hips roll on mine, not hard enough to press our dicks together, but enough that my dick takes interest and lengthens in my pants underneath him.
He’s testing my control right now.
The heat of his body is pressed up against mine, lighting me on fire with every inhale. The scar on his upper lip calls to me like a church calling to a sinner, begging me to fall for its words and change my ways. And I would, over and over again, to be in this position with him. I’m a sinner, no matter which way the world turns. But Hunter is my salvation. He’s the reason I can continue living my life.
“Adam,” his husky voice whispers into my ear. His plump lips rub against the sensitive skin and my dick lengthens in my pants, begging to be closer to him.
I grab the front of his neck and push him back enough to look me in the eyes. He swallows, his Adam’s apple bobbing underneath my palm. “Let me kiss you, please.” My voice is rough, but I’m helpless to do anything but wait for him to tell me yes. He doesn’t say anything, still looking at me with thosefuck medark eyes. “Say yes. Please fucking say yes and let me kiss you. Let me show you how much I belong to you. Only you.”
My heart races while I wait for him to do something, say anything. He’s frozen in place with his mouth slightly agape, the hint of his pink tongue peeking out while he traces his teeth.
He crushes his lips to mine and I groan into his mouth, while he greedily devours me from the inside. Our teeth clash together, but my need for him overshadows anything else. I massage the side of his neck, gently stroking the smooth skin while we take more and more from the other. Our hips are rocking together wildly with no finesse, and the only thing floating through my mind is insatiable hunger for him.
Hunter wrenches my hand off his neck, pulling back enough that I can look into his wide brown eyes, his pupils dilated with lust. He keeps my hand tightly clasped in his and trails it down his chest. My breath catches in my chest, feeling the sharp bead of his nipple underneath his shirt.
“Take this off,” I groan as he uses me to tease himself. I want to feel him against me with nothing between us. He unbuttons his pants with one hand and shoves our hands down the front of his boxer briefs. My palm connects with his heated flesh, the swollen head of his cock sticky with precum.
“I need you to touch me,” he pleads, yanking his shirt over his head so I can see half of his body. The lean muscles of his abdomen flex with the movement, and my tongue is heavy in my mouth as I swallow stupidly.
I play with his dick, keeping my grip light so I can feel every bump and ridge of his hard length, languidly tracing the thick vein that runs on the underside of it, feeling the blood pulsing hard.
His warm breath puffs against my lips, his moans low and needy and so fucking hot while I smear the precum over the head of his swollen cock.
Hunter groans low, and I speed up my ministrations, jacking him in earnest, trying to reward myself with more of his words.
“You’re so good, so, so good, Adam.”
“Oh, fuck.” Precum flows out of my tip, not expecting words to come from his mouth. And a part of me preens under his attention, because I want to be good for him. I want him to know how good I can be.
I focus on the movements that make him more feral, the words of praise spewing out of him faster the closer he gets to the edge of his climax.
“I love the way you touch my cock. I’m going to come so hard for you, love,” he moans. Need builds in me, rocketing through my system and out of my tip while Hunter moans low and long into my ear when he comes into my hand. His sticky release coats my fingers, and mine covers the inside of my briefs. His chest heaves with every inhale, his dick rapidly softening in my grasp while we both come down.
He looks fucking wrecked. His lips swollen, puffy and pink after the vicious make out and humping session we just finished. My dick gives a pathetic thump in my pants when he licks his lips, not able to get hard again so fast.
“Let me help you,” he murmurs, reaching for my dick, and I shake my head. His lips downturn and his eyebrows crease.
“I-um.” I clear my throat, refusing to be embarrassed. How can I be embarrassed that I came in my pants when I have Hunter sitting in my lap like this?
Hunter’s gaze drops down to my jeans, the wet spot on my jeans spreading rapidly. He attempts to smother the smile that is breaking out across his face, but it’s no use.
“It’s a compliment,” he says, leaning forward and pressing his lips gently against mine. I breathe in his coconut and honey scent, letting it ground me. I’m at home in his arms.
47
HUNTER
“I’m tired,” Kian whines to Trent, both of them standing across the bookstore, but Kian doesn’t have an inside voice. I consider the man a friend, and a close one at that, but he’s loud.
“I know, Ki, but just think of how much fun you’re going to have today.” Why does Trent sound like he’s trying to placate a child, and why does Kian’s face break into a smile while he stares at Trent?
“We’regoing to have so much fun,” he announces, and I’m glad he has high hopes for this, because I do not.
I woke up this morning with a tight chest, and my breathing was ragged. It felt like I had run a marathon, but all I had been doing was lying in bed. I took my pill with breakfast, the same as I do every morning. But for some reason, it is not working like it should. My chest is still tight, and my hands are clammy. I feel a headache blooming in the back of my head; the pain is just a pinprick for now, but if I don’t take anything for it, it’ll become unmanageable.
Today is the first day of the town festival, vendors covering every space on the street, and a specific block has beenbarricaded for carnival rides. It’s a four-day event, and if this is how the first day goes, I do not have high hopes like Kian does for the rest of the week.
I walk away from them, needing the space to get my thoughts under control before I start spiraling. I have my backup pills, but those are a last resort.
