Page 22 of Nothing to Lose

Hunter grips my hair a moment later, pulling and arching my neck backward. I smile, loving the push and pull we’ve fallen into with each other. Sharp teeth bite my earlobe, catching me off guard.

“Fuck. I could eat you alive. You want to be fucked? I’m gonna fuck you.” Hunter keeps his promise, dragging his cock out and then slamming back in. The force jerks me forward, but his hold on my hips is tight, pulling me back on his cock. There’s a piercing pain as I get used to his length and girth, but it feels so fucking good.

I take everything he has, my nails digging into the aged wood of the bench, bracing myself, as precum leaks from my cock onto the stone below us.

“You’re.” Thrust.

“So.” Thrust.

“Fucking.” Thrust.

“Deep.” Thrust.

I moan the words with every piston of his hips, and it only seems to spur him on. Sweat beads on my brow, trickling down my face as the confessional traps all our body heat.

“Isn’t that what you wanted, baby boy? To be fucked hard and fast? I wonder what all the people who confessed their sins here would think if they could see you right now.”

I laugh at the thought.

Hunter moves quickly, pulling me up straight so my back is flush against his chest, then he’s turning, sitting down and dropping me onto his lap. I rock against him, his lips kissing up the length of my neck, fingers rubbing up and down my legs until he’s holding my cock with a sure grip.

“They’d be fucking jealous. They’d all beg to have a chance with you, to watch, to touch. They’d beg to worship you. Their new God.”

“Mmm,” I moan, my vision starting to get hazy, the desire to chase my orgasm getting stronger and stronger.

“Now, bounce this tight ass on my cock while I stroke your dick. Let’s let the spirits and monsters of the forest watch as I make you come for me.”

Perk of being an athlete? I’ve got the stamina and strength to do exactly what he wants, and to do it right. Spreading my legs over his, I plant my feet on the ground and lift myself up until only his tip is inside me, then I drop back down. Hard.

“Oh, fuck, yes, baby boy. Just like that.”

His words penetrate every inch of me, my skin electric, every molecule vibrating with primal need. His hand strokes my cock like he’s just as needy and desperate for my release as he is for his own. I continue to ride him, his dick passing over my prostate with each pass. The feeling is incredible, and I can’t take much more.

“Fuck, Eli, I’ve been dreaming about this for so long. I don’t want it to end.”

“I’m so fucking close. Goddamn, Hunt, this dick.”

“You like it, baby? You like being fucked by me?”

“You’re such a needy fucker. Is it praise you want? Reassurance?” I drop down on his cock until my ass is flush against him, rocking back and forth, slowing down, and trying to draw this out. Hunter bites down on my neck and sucks, and I yank away. He tries to pull me back, but I stand up quickly, lifting myself off his dick and turning. I straddle him, his cock hard in my palm as I line it up with my hole before sinking down, plunging him deep inside me. Hunter’s head falls against the confessional wall, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. My hips move hard and fast as I ride him, a gentle slap echoing through the small space as I slap his cheek with my palm.

He growls, ripping the shirt from my body, his mouth finding my nipple, tongue swirling around it. “Oh, fuck, yes, that. Don’t stop, Hunt, don’t you dare fucking stop.”

His hand wraps around my length just as his dick passes against the overly sensitive spot inside me, and I fucking combust. I slam back down on Hunter’s cock, and he pops off a second later, jerking inside me, warm jets of cum filling me up. I coat his hand, my abdomen, and the front of his hoodie, but I don’t fucking care. Every time before with Hunter has been different, but this takes the fucking cake.

“Goddamn, Hunt, fuuuuuuuck.”

Hunter bounds his arms around my waist, locking me in place as he drops his head to my shoulder. Our breathing is ragged, labored, our hearts pounding. There’s nothing but muscle and flesh separating the organs, but they beat in sync regardless, moving as if they’re one. It’s intimate. And I know I need to stop this before it gets out of hand.

Hunter relaxes a moment later, brushing his hand over the side of my face. His eyes are beautiful, so starkly different in this light, and instead of retreating, I get lost in them. “Are you okay?”

“Oh yeah. Are you?”

“I don’t know.” He laughs.

“That good?”

“Now who’s the one fishing for praise and reassurance?” he jests. “Tell me, I just . . . I just need to hear you say it.”