“Words, Adam. I need to hear you say it.” But I reward him by twisting my finger and finding the pleasure spot inside him. When his hips thrust up and his dick leaks faster, I know I’ve found it.
“I want another finger, please.”
“Good boy,” I groan as I slip in a second one beside the first, repeating the motions and going slow to allow him to get used to it.
“Hunter, I’m dying. I need you,” he pleads and I thrust a third one in, scissoring them to make sure he’s stretched enough to take me. I’m not huge, but this is his first time, so discomfort should be expected.
His eyes are glazed over, and he’s biting his bottom lip hard enough to draw blood. I kiss him, soothing the spot where he’s been abusing his flesh.
I fumble blindly for a condom, pulling my shorts haphazardly down my thighs, and Adam grabs my hand, stopping me.
“No, no condom.”
“Are you sure?” I ask, wanting him to be one hundred percent sure. I’m negative, and I’ve never done anything without a condomwith anyone besides him.
“I want to feel you with nothing in between us.” I look into his eyes, the shades of blue that I love so much, and guide the tip of my dick to his entrance.
His stretched hole is waiting for me, opening up to allow easy access. I grab the lube, pouring a generous coating on the length of my dick when Adam hisses.
“I’m sorry, love, I don’t want to hurt you.” I rock my hips, letting just the tip enter him. His hot heat tempts me to thrust all the way in, but I’ll wait until he’s adjusted.
Adam lifts his hips up, and my cock slides in a little bit farther. My eyes roll heavenward while I fight off the tingle in the base of my spine. He’s too hot. Too tempting. Too freaking much for me to withstand.
“Move, Hunter,” he says, and I feel a tremble run through his body when he grabs his dick. I watch, mesmerized, as he jerks his cock, focusing on squeezing the tip of the head.
I tilt my hips back and then thrust in. He moans, and I lose control. My hips thrust into him at their own rhythm, the ridges of muscles inside him scraping against my oversensitive dick.
“Gonna-gonna come,” he says, clenching down hard on my cock. My thrusts stutter. “Fuckkkk,” he cries out as his release spews out and covers his hand, lower stomach, and chest.
I follow behind him, blacking out from the pleasure as the explosion combusts, and I release into him in long, thick bursts.
I lean down and kiss his lips before I pull out. Grabbing his legs, I push them back until they meet his chest.
“What?” Adam asks, embarrassed as I stare at his red, swollen hole. There’s no blood, thank God. But the trickle of mycum releases out of him. I watch in amazement as it trails down his crack and falls to the bed.
“Hold your legs up,” I demand, not taking my eyes off his hole while he does what I say.
I bend over, trailing my nose across his taint and to his ass.
“Push it out, love.”
“F-fuck, Hunter,” Adam says, and his hole flutters as my cum falls out slowly.
“Just like that, you’re so wet for me. Aren’t you?” I lean forward and swipe my tongue across his hole. Sucking, tasting the mixture of me and the lube I used to prep him.
“Hunter—” Adam pants, trying to wiggle away from my mouth. I don’t move away until every drop is gone. When it is, I lower his legs and press my mouth to his, forcing him to taste what I just did.
We kiss lazily until my bladder screams at me to get up. I pull Adam up as well and lead him into the bathroom, turning on the shower and relieving myself while it warms up. Adam gets in first, writing I LOVE YOU on the steamed glass. I join him, taking care to wash every inch of his body, and swiping my hand down the crack of his ass to wipe away the mess I left behind. He moans in pleasure, but he needs time to recuperate after how hard I took him. He’ll be sore tomorrow.
We dry off and climb into bed. The cool sheets are soft against my overheated skin while I curl into Adam’s side, drifting off to sleep with the quiet sounds of our synchronized breathing filling the bedroom.
50
ADAM
The soreness in my ass is a welcome distraction while I text Trent that he and Kianare notinvited to come to the cabin, and no I don’t care that Hunter already invited them.
I’m sitting at the island, watching Hunter pace around the kitchen, making us breakfast. I’m in awe of him every day, but especially today, knowing the care and patience he had to make sure last night was good for me. And it was, so fucking good. Amazing. Life-changing. My cheeks flame as I think about the dirty words that came out of his perfectly pouty mouth, probably something he learned from all the books he reads.
