Page 32 of Still Missing You

I kick the covers off and roll onto my back, but within minutes, I’m too cold, and I pull them back on, rolling back onto my side.

Next to me, Hunter sighs, and I force myself to lie still, since the last thing I want is to keep tossing around and wake him again. I’m probably pissing him off. He rolls over, his chest pressed against my back, one arm lazily tossed over my waist. I freeze, forgetting to even breathe.

“Can’t sleep?” he asks. His warm breath teases the skin on the back of my neck.

I shake my head and whisper, “No.”

“I can help you.” His voice makes the fine hairs on my body stand on end, and I can feel the rumble from his chest against my back.

“What did you have in mind?” I ask.

He grinds his cock, already half hard, against my ass. My eyes close, and I let out an embarrassing whimper.

“We didn’t get anything,” I remind him. We never did pick up lube or condoms.

“There’s other things we can do.” His finger traces the skin just above the waistband of my pajamas. “If you want.”

“I want,” I say.

The words barely leave my mouth, and Hunter’s peeling my t-shirt over my head, dragging my pants down my legs. I kick free of them, and his hand is already on my cock, stroking me slowly while I thicken in his grip.

I push back against his groin. He’s taken off his underwear, and his cock slots between my cheeks rubbing against my hole and driving me half out of my mind with need.

His firm grasp on my cock falls into a steady rhythm, twisting when his palm drags over the head and has me achingly hard and fucking into his fist with abandon. We’ve just started, but I know if I don’t slow things down, we are going to be finished sooner than I want.

“Wait,” I say, and his hand stills immediately.

I roll towards him, forcing him to let go of my cock, push him onto his back before settling on top of him. My mouth finds his, and we kiss each other as if we haven’t kissed anyone for years, decades, centuries. We are all hands and mouths and teeth and tongues and can’t get enough of each other.

I trail kisses down his throat, his chest, circling one nipple with my tongue, teasing it with my teeth, then I move on to the other one. His chest rises, pushing against my lips, a soft hiss escaping his mouth. I continue my exploration of his hard body, tasting his hot, salty skin, melting into his scent, pine and musk that’s just him.

I lick and suck at the skin near the junction where his thigh meets his hip. He moans, hands gripping the sheets on either side of him. I glance up at him. His eyes are closed, head thrown back, and a thrill lights inside me knowing that I could do this to him, bring him to the edge in spite of the past stretched out between us like a field of landmines.

No matter what, he still wants me.

I drag my tongue up the length of his cock, circling around his thick head and catching a dribble of precum with the tip. Then suck him into my mouth, swallowing him as far down as I can. My nose is pressed against his neatly trimmed pubic hair.

He gasps, and his hands tighten in my hair on both sides of my head, tangling in the strands, making my scalp burn. I bob my head a few times before sucking him to the back of my throat, and pulling a low groan free from his lips while I rut against the mattress, dragging my aching cock against the sheets desperate for the friction.

“Fuck, Dylan,” he grinds out. “I’m going to cum.”

He’s warning me, but I don’t care. Instead of backing off, I swallow him down until I feel his tip thud against the back of my throat. I want this, him, all of him. He tenses and spills into my mouth, down my throat, and I swallow down every drop.

“Holy shit.” His voice, barely more than a whisper, trembles.

I slide my mouth off his softening cock with a pop and grin up at him. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

He huffs out a laugh and reaches for me. “You should. You really should.”

Hunter pulls me against his chest, his mouth catching mine in a slow, languorous kiss, while his hand wraps around my cock. I’m already teetering on the edge, and it doesn’t take long for him to send me over. My balls pull tight, invisible pressure settles low in my back, and I spill over Hunter’s stomach.

For a long moment, we lie wrapped in each other’s arms, each lost in our own thoughts. Eventually, I get up, clean us both off with a warm washcloth before I climb back into the bed and into Hunter’s arms.

His breathing deepens, his chest rising and falling evenly under my ear. I’m slower to give into sleep. My mind is still spinning, but this time it’s with the realization that I want Hunter back in my life, although I doubt he will ever be able to forgive me for what I did to him, no matter how much I wish he could and I don’t blame him.

Chapter Thirteen

Hunter