Chapter 42 - Hunter

O llie's nails dig into my ass painfully, only adding to the pleasure. I'm finally inside him, finally feeling his tight little ass wrapped around my cock. I can't even express how long I've dreamed of this moment. How many years I've wanted it, craved it, yearned for it. And I finally have it—and him.

I thought having sex with him would feel weird, considering all my conflicted feelings about my sexuality. Only nothing has ever felt this right before. I'm not having sex with just a guy—I'm having sex with Ollie. My Ollie. My everything. Finally.

"Look at me, baby." I groan when his warm, tight ass squeezes me, and his eyes fly open. "Just like that. I want to see those pretty blue eyes when I come."

"Oh, fuck, Hunter." I know I'm hitting his prostate when he clenches so hard I see stars. "Fuck, fuck, fucking fuck ."

My fingers tighten in his hair as I gaze into his dilated eyes, trying not to come. The way he's fucking me back, feral for me, doesn't help the matter. I never expected him to be this frenzied for me. I didn't know what to expect—but this reality is so much better than anything I could have ever imagined.

"This tight little ass is ruining me, Ollie." I moan, slowing down again, and he stops fucking me back. I think he knows I'm gonna come if he doesn't stop, and we both want to prolong this.

" Baby ." He moans. "That feels so fucking good."

Fucking hell.

I speed up again, and his legs wrap around my waist tightly, like he doesn't want to let me go. My fingers let go of his hair and wrap around his neck. He gasps when I tighten them just enough to steal his breath, and I pound into him faster.

"Swallow my cock with that tight little hole," I moan, and his mouth opens on a gasp, yet nothing comes out. I do it again, this time letting go of his neck to support myself and he moans loudly. " Ollie ." I pant again, and he wraps his hand around his cock and begins to jerk it slowly. "Ollie. Ollie. Ollie."

"Oh, God, Hunter." His feet dig into the mattress again, and he fucks me back hard. "I'm gonna come so fucking good, baby, keep doing that. Don't stop. Please, please ."

I fuck him faster, pounding into him until the sounds of our skin slapping against each other are loud. His moans crescendo and I feel that little shiver down my spine that tells me I'm close. "You want your brother to come in that pretty little ass?"

" Yes ," he groans, his fist speeding up, and I feel his pre-cum rubbing up on me.

"You want me to fill you up?" I pant, burying my face in the crook of his neck to inhale his vanilla cupcake scent, then bite him—hard.

"Give it to me, Hunt," he begs, and I feel his ass fluttering.

I shove his hand out of the way, stopping him from jerking himself off, and my spine begins to tingle as my legs shake and my balls draw up. "God, I'm coming, Ollie." I whimper as my hips start losing their rhythm. "I'm coming so fucking good."

Ollie whimpers.

"Come with me," I beg him. "Right fucking now."

"I don't know if I can," Ollie says on a gasp, and I try to hold in my cum, changing positions to get on my knees.

I pull his legs up again, pushing them against his chest, and piston my hips against his prostate. Ollie's cock starts spurting cum immediately—hands-free—and my hips stutter as I fill up his ass.

"Such a good boy," I purr, stopping altogether yet not pulling out. "I knew you could do it."

Ollie whimpers again as I lower myself over his body, his cum sticking to my skin, but I don't mind it. Right now, I want to be connected to him as much as humanly possible. I need it.

"My boy," I whisper against his lips, kissing him softly. He groans, and I smile. "My Ollie."

"Tell me it's forever," he whispers back. "Tell me it's Hunt and Ollie forever."

"Forever isn't long enough." And I mean it. "We're gonna make it, baby. I promise."

Even a lifetime together will never be enough. Spending the rest of my life by his side is my new goal. It's such a contrast to the way I wanted him out of my life forever not that long ago, and I'm not sure exactly what changed my feelings. Maybe I've always felt this way and wouldn't admit it—even to myself. All that hatred I was channeling toward him was not because of mom. It was because I told myself I couldn't have him. I was denying myself what I wanted most in my life. Him .

"It's you," Ollie says softly, and my heart squeezes in my chest. "It's only ever been you." Those words—I've been waiting to hear them, even if I'd never admit it.

"You're all I've ever wanted, Ollie," I admit. A moment of silence and a deep breath later, I add, "I came out to the team."

"You did what ?"

"Dad is next." Nerves flutter deep in my stomach, but I know it needs to happen. "Next week at dinner."

Ollie smiles, and it's blinding. "It'll be okay," he reassures me, even though we both know it might not be. However, I can't think about that. This is what I want, and I've been denying myself long enough. I've had enough—I need to choose myself and my happiness. "We'll be okay."

"Yes, we will be," I promise him. "No matter what."

I lower my face to his again and kiss him tenderly, chastely. And right now, I know that no matter what happens with Dad, at least I'll always have this. I'll have Ollie and a good life. He'll have his sobriety, and we will be happy.

Happier than I could ever dream for us.

I know it.