Chapter 44 - Hunter

I 've never been to a gay club, so imagine my surprise when Ollie invited me to this one. He sold a painting to the man who owns the club—apparently a painting of me. Ollie said my face is unrecognizable, thankfully, and I'm curious to see it considering he says it's his best yet.

My friends wanted to come with me, which makes no sense as none of them are gay, but they said it would be fun. So here we are, parked at the club, sitting in the car. Jamie and Ollie came together, and I didn't even get jealous when he suggested it. Baby steps, I guess. At least I know I have nothing to worry about when it comes to Murdock.

We agreed we wouldn't stay late tonight since we have a big day tomorrow. We have dinner with Dad, and the plan is to tell him about us. My hands shake just thinking about it, and I can't deny I'm scared shitless. I want to do it, I do. I swear. It's just that I'm terrified I'll lose my only parent over it.

But I have to go through with it—for Ollie. For myself. Not only is it the right thing to do, but it also is necessary if we don't want him to find out another way. Ollie and I aren't hiding anymore since the team knows about it. The last thing we need is for him to come to one of my games and see me kissing on Ollie.

Ruffling my hair, I lower the visor and look at myself in the mirror. Can my friends tell I'm having a mental breakdown? Or am I hiding it well? I apply Chapstick and put it in my back pocket, just to realize everyone in the car is looking at me.

Yep, they can definitely tell.

Connor turns his body to face me, smirking. "You good there, Cinderella? Got someone to look pretty for?"

My stomach flutters, and I have to hold back my grin. "Shut up," I huff. "You know I do." I pause. "Why are you guys even here anyway?"

"It's Saturday night, and we didn't have a game," Jacob says from behind me in a duh tone. "We should be celebrating."

"Celebrating life," Connor says, and I look at him with narrowed eyes.

"No one in this car is even gay," I reply, my cheeks heating immediately. I just know they're going to say something.

Everyone looks at me with raised eyebrows, and Connor has a little smirk. "Says the one with the boyfriend."

"Alright, I didn't mean me ." I roll my eyes. "I meant y'all ."

"It will still be fun!" Grayson—our goalie—says from behind Connor.

"Whatever." I smile, closing the visor. "Can we just go inside? I wanna get hammered."

"That's the fucking spirit!" Connor yells, then we all get out of the car.

The four of us enter the club, and the music is pounding so loud I can't even hear the girl talking to me, although she does hand me a wristband to allow me to drink after flashing her my fake ID. She gives me fuck-me-eyes, which I smile about, and keep on going.

As we step deeper into the club, the strobe lights are blue and green. The music is pounding so hard that it feels like I have a second heartbeat. Some old Madonna song is playing through the speakers. It's nice and clean in here, pretty. The VIP area has leather couches and lounge chairs, coffee tables in front of the couches, and high tables spread strategically throughout.

"Yo, bro." Connor taps my arm. "Is that you up there?"

I look up to where he's pointing, and sure enough, that's the painting of me—fucking naked. Goddamn it, Oliver. He tried to camouflage my face by giving it a glass shards effect, and the face is mostly unrecognizable. However, I guess if someone knew me, they could figure it out, just as Connor did. Still, I can't deny it's beautiful. It might be the best thing Ollie has ever created.

"Nope." I grin. "Definitely not me. Does it look like me?"

As if he's suddenly doubting himself, he backtracks. "I thought at first, but—never mind."

Heat simmers my blood, and I can't wait to find Ollie. I want to tell him how beautiful it is and congratulate him. "I need a drink," I tell them, and they all nod.

The space is crowded, and there are both men and women wearing skimpy clothing. The way I see men grinding with men feels liberating, even though I'm not even the one doing it. No one is hiding here, and my friends don't look uncomfortable at all. I smile, feeling at ease for the first time in a very long time.

We go to the dance floor and start dancing with each other. It's weird that they'd want to dance at a gay club with other dudes, especially since they all claim to be straight. Though I don't want to read too much into it. Not when my eyes scan the space and find him .

His hands are thrown up in the air as he grinds against Jamie. Letting him roam his hands all over his body like he belongs to him.

Doesn't he know he's fucking mine ?

My hackles rise, and I feel my fists tighten at my sides until my nails dig into the palms of my hands. Jamie and I make eye contact, and he falters for a second. But then he smirks at me, fucking smirks, and suddenly the urge to pummel his face is too strong. I take a step toward them, and he grinds harder against Ollie's ass. Except then I see Dylan behind Jamie grinding against him too, and I relax slightly. I guess they're just having fun and I kinda need to chill the fuck out. But damn it, it's hard. I want Ollie, and I want him now .

My back begins to sweat as I make my way over to him, and when I'm finally standing in front of him, I haul him to me, grabbing his hips. He immediately gives me his ass, and I grind against him. I plaster my body to his, my front to his back, as I roll my hips to the beat of the music. My hands roam his body, and with the lights down low and no one paying attention, I let my hand drift to the bulge in his jeans. His dick is rock-hard, and I grin.

"Congrats on the painting," I tell him over the music, and his movements falter. "It's gorgeous."

"That's because you're gorgeous," he exclaims, and the grin that takes over my face hurts my cheeks.

We continue to dance for a little while longer. I grind against him, and his ass feels like heaven on my cock. I could come just like this, which would be very inconvenient. But still, I continue, grabbing his hips and grinding harder. His hands reach up and tangle in my hair, and I moan.

"You're so fucking sexy, baby," I say against the shell of his ear. "Wanna go to the bathroom?"

Please say yes.

Ollie turns around, breaking our embrace, and faces me. One hand wraps around the back of my head, and he kisses me. It's a hard kiss, bruising. He fights me for dominance, and I grip his hair and yank back to give me better access.

God fucking damn.

He thrusts his tongue into my mouth, and the kiss turns heated as he palms my cock over my own jeans. My blood heats, rising to a boil quickly. I need him. I need him right fucking now.

I pull away and he winks, and I feel it in my balls. Pressing my lips against his earlobe, I bite him—hard. His fingers dig into my arms, his nails making my skin tingle, and I let go of his ear.

"Let's go," he says against my ear.

Grabbing his hand, I pull him toward the bathroom. I drag him to the stall at the end, then lock the door behind us.

"What are we doing, Hunt?" Ollie asks in a sultry voice.

"I can't fucking think straight right now," I admit. "I need you."

I gaze into his beautiful blue eyes. They play with me, dilating and constricting over and over as he stares at me. A smirk takes over his lips and I grin. This is happening. We're doing this in a public place, and I don't even care.

"Tell me I'm yours." Ollie pushes me against the wall roughly, and I grunt, biting my bottom lip.

"You're mine," I reply roughly, grabbing a fistful of his hair and tilting his head back. "It's you, baby. Only you. It's only ever been you ."

Ollie shudders against me, then slams his lips against mine. We're frenzied, touching everything within reach, and when his tongue thrusts between my lips, I whimper for him. My hands grip his round ass firmly, and I press him against my erection, wanting the friction. He knows exactly what I'm searching for and rolls his hips against me, and I groan at the feeling. I'm already so fucking close?—

He pulls away, and I miss the contact immediately. "Why did you pull away?"

Ollie grins and unbuttons my jeans, pulling my hard dick out. He pumps it a few times, his thumb brushing against my slit on the upstroke. I'm leaking all over his hand, and the wet feeling of it only brings me closer to the edge.

"Fuuuuck," I moan. "If you keep doing that I'm gonna come."

"Not yet," Ollie replies, dropping to his knees and looking at me like he wants to eat me. "I want you to come in my mouth."

His hand pumps my length slowly, tugging hard, and I close my eyes. Fuck, it feels so good. When his tongue wraps around my crown, my legs begin to shake, and I bury both hands in his hair.

" Baby ," I moan. "Ollie, please, put me in your mouth." I look down at him to find him grinning, and he squeezes my balls softly, then puts more pressure behind his touch. "I need?—"

"You need what, Hunter?"

He licks me once more, lapping at the pre-cum leaking from the tip. "I need to come."

"Look at me," he says softly. "I want your pretty green eyes on me. I want to see how good I make you feel."

Then he sucks me between his lips and takes me all the way to the back of his throat. He swallows around me, constricting. My fingers tighten in his hair, and I look into his blue eyes the whole time. He gags around my length, and I thrust my hips until my dick hits the back of his throat again. Until tears stream down his face. Until his nostrils are flaring as he attempts to breathe.

I wipe a tear with my thumb and moan when he pulls back and sucks on the crown, "Fuck, you look so pretty on your knees for me, baby."

"Mmmmm." He moans, and the vibrations make my spine tingle.

He bobs his head up and down, and the sloppy sounds of his saliva dripping down my dick makes my muscles tighten. I thrust into his mouth, fucking it roughly, and he wraps his hands around the backs of my thighs and digs his nails into my skin.

Ollie's icy blue eyes widen as I bottom out until his nose touches me, and when I pull back, tears stream down his face again. I'm fucking hypnotized, lost in him, and I can't snap out of it. My hips thrust forward again until he gags, and he makes a sound deep within his throat again.

"That's it, baby." I say hoarsely, "Choke on my cock."

My hands wrap around the back of his head, and I direct his movements without losing eye contact. I don't even want to blink, because even though he's on the verge of death from me fucking his face, he still has this look of bliss on his face. Like he's begging me with those needy fucking eyes. Like he wants me to do bad things to him.

"Oh, fuck." I moan when he swallows, "Mmm…fuck, right there, Ollie. Don't stop."

My spine begins to tingle, and I stiffen, my back arching away from the wall. My eyes start to close, but Ollie digs his fingernails deeper into my skin, and my eyes fly open.

"Ollie," I groan as my balls tighten. "Swallow," I demand, and he nods. I spill into his mouth. " Fuck , baby."

Ollie swallows me down, cleaning me up, and then stands in front of me. My chest is heaving, my heavy panting the only sound between us, and I pull up my pants and button them. He's looking at me with this intense stare, and I can't force myself to look away.

With one step, he closes the distance between us and presses a soft kiss on my lips. Except it's not enough. I bite on his lip, dragging it with my teeth, pulling at it. And when I touch him, he's rock fucking hard. I rub my palm against him, and he whimpers.

"Only me, baby?" he asks me, and my stomach flutters. I turn us around until he's against the wall and press my body against his.

" Only ever you."

"Then what are you waiting for, Hunter?" He smirks, and my cock tries to come back to life. "Get on your knees and return the favor."

I've never dropped to my knees so fast in my entire fucking life.

But the thought of seeing him come undone for me? It's too good to pass up. And that's when I realize I'm so fucked.

Oliver's not giving me my heart back.

The tiles dig into my knees, but I ignore the pain. Instead, I peer up at Ollie, who is lowering his jeans to his knees and fisting his cock. The piercing on his tip glistens with his pre-cum, and my mouth waters. His eyes trail the movement and a smirk takes over his features. Then when he taps his cock against my chin, I shiver.

"Open," he says softly, and I do, sticking my tongue out. He rubs his dick over my tongue, his hips rocking until he hits the back of my throat, and I gag. "So pretty, Hunt."

I wrap my lips around his length and suck hard, hollowing my cheeks. I'm not exactly an expert at this, but I've paid close attention to the sounds he makes when he likes something, and I guess you could say I'm a quick learner.

Reaching into my back pocket, I pull out a packet of lube and open it, letting him go with an audible pop. Ollie's eyes widen, and I shove his jeans down to his ankles. He immediately spreads his legs for me, and I grin. He's so fucking eager for me it makes my dick twitch in my jeans.

Slathering lube onto my fingers, I reach between his cheeks and circle his rim with my fingertip, then take him into my mouth once more. His whimper sends a shiver down my spine—every sound he makes does. The way his fingers tangle and get lost in my hair has my eyes rolling to the back of my head, and I nudge his hole with one finger. He relaxes and lets me in, then I add a second one quickly after.

"Oh, shit," Ollie mumbles as I push my fingers deeper into his ass. " Fuck ."

"Mmmm." I moan on his dick, taking him to the back of my throat. He grabs my head with both hands and pushes himself further in, making me gag and then pulling back again. He does it over and over until tears spring to my eyes.

"Right there." He moans when I graze his prostate with my fingers. "Oh, baby, please don't stop. Don't ever stop."

My fingers speed up in his ass, swiping over his prostate with every pass, and he mumbles incoherently. His groans are music to my ears, and suddenly his hand tightens in my hair and I feel his cock twitch in my mouth. I can tell he's close, and when he moans long and loud, I get ready for his load down my throat.

"I'm coming." He moans, panting. We make eye contact, and he bites his bottom lip. "Lick me clean, baby."

Oh, fuck.

If I hadn't come just a few minutes ago, I'd sure be coming in my pants right fucking now.

His hot load spills down my throat, and I swallow it down greedily, my throat contracting until I can feel his piercing scrape it. I can't get enough of it, enough of him. Once he's done, I pull away, letting go of his half-hard cock. I lick it clean just as he said, getting every single inch of him, then kiss his tip.

"That was…" Ollie breathes. "I don't even have words."

I get up from the floor as he tucks himself back in, then cage him against the wall, taking his lips with mine. We taste like each other, and it brings my cock back to life. I can't seem to get enough of him.

"Let's go home, Ollie," I murmur. "I want to fuck you properly."

Ollie rolls his eyes but grins, nodding, and I can't help feeling like the luckiest man alive.

And I know I am.

I really do know.

So why does it feel like it's going to be snatched away?