Chapter 48 - Hunter

" T hat's right, baby." I gasp as I pull my hips back, then snap them forward. "Only me."

Ollie wraps his legs around my waist and digs his fingernails into my back, causing more pleasure than pain. It feels as if all my nerve endings are alive right now as the butt plug vibrates inside of me, and with every thrust into Ollie, it feels like I'm going to come.

"Oh fuck, Ollie," I moan, going a little faster, a little deeper. "Why didn't you do this before?"

He chuckles, but it turns into a moan as my cock hits his prostate. "You like it?"

"Mmmfuck." I moan again. "Baby, please hurry up…"

"You gonna come for me, Hunt?" Ollie whispers, grabbing my face and slamming his lips to mine. I thrust my tongue into his mouth, and when he pushes his heels into my ass cheeks, I cry out. "Do it."

"I want you to come too," I groan, trying to slow my hips, but Ollie begins to top from the bottom, planting his heels on the bed.

"Oh, I'm gonna come, don't worry."

Ollie fucks me back as I speed up my thrusts, my urgency matching his, and he slips a hand between us and starts jerking himself fast. My balls tighten, rising toward my body, and my eyes roll to the back of my head. The vibrating buttplug in my ass feels intense, and I can tell the moment it brushes the right spot because my knees almost give out. I bury my face in the crook of Ollie's neck, whimpering, trying to stifle my loud moans as my hips begin to stutter.

"I'm gonna fill you up now, Ollie," I whisper. "You want your brother's cum in your tight little hole?"

"Fill me up, Hunt," he begs me. "Put your cum inside of me."

My dick pulses, hot cum filling him up, and I pump my hips through my orgasm. He tightens around me, and suddenly his cum soaks my chest and abs. I don't even care as I let my body down on top of his, making a mess of us, and kiss his neck. The smell of vanilla cupcakes invades my senses, and my nostrils flare as I try to take more of it in.

"I love you," Ollie whispers. "I love you so much."

I smile, then drag my nose up his jaw and kiss his lips softly. "I love you so much, too."

There's a moment of silence between us, and I begin to pull out slowly. Ollie complains, making a whining sound, but when my fingers meet his hole it changes to a moan. I feel my cum spilling out of him, and with two fingers, I attempt to shove it back in.

"This is mine, Ollie," I groan. "All mine. No one can ever have this. Do you understand me?"

"Yes," he breathes. "Never again."

I get out of bed and go to the bathroom, turning on the light. Ollie shields his eyes as the light bothers him, and I squint through my discomfort as I turn the shower handle and set the water to hot. Putting my foot on the toilet lid, my hands shake slightly as I wrap my fingers around the plug's handle and pull it out, feeling empty immediately. It's somewhat uncomfortable, but it doesn't hurt.

"You gonna shower with me?" I ask him, stepping into the hot water and standing under the stream.

Ollie joins me, closing the glass shower door behind him, and wrapping his arms around my waist, his dick to my ass. He reaches around me, squirts some shower gel onto his hands, and then steps away. I'm about to turn my body toward him when he begins to lather me up. First, he washes my back slowly and softly. It calms me down, my heartbeat slows and it makes me smile. I turn to face him, and he returns it. Then, I begin to wash my neck, chest, and arms. It feels so fucking intimate.

I can't believe there was ever a time when I wasn't attracted to anyone. What I feel for Oliver is beyond attraction, though. I'm irrevocably in love with him. Head over goddamn heels. I wasn't lying when I said I didn't know how to live without him. I don't know what I'd do if I ever lost him. All I know is that I need to lock him down and put a ring on it. As soon as fucking possible.

Rinsing my body, I close my eyes and tip my chin up, letting the water fall down my chest. Ollie wraps his arms around me again, and I smile. I've never been this happy in my life, and I need to hold onto this moment. This weekend in Atlanta has been the most perfect memory we've ever had. When he started over at the aquarium and he'd asked me for my name, my legs almost buckled. I didn't think he'd remember word for word what was said. I thought I was the only weirdo who memorized it, but if there ever was a core memory—that's one of mine.

I turn around and wash him too, taking my time as I clean every single inch of him, touching him everywhere. It's not sexual, though. I'm worshiping him, taking care of him. When I'm done, his eyes are shiny, and there's a massive smile on his face. I cup the back of his head with one hand and pull him toward me, giving him a soft kiss on his forehead and then his hair. I'm ready to cuddle up to him for hours and not let go, so I switch off the water and hand him a towel.

We dry ourselves in silence, then step out of the shower and brush our teeth. I'm the first one in bed, and I pull back the covers for Ollie and wait for him. He walks naked toward me, gets in bed, and immediately snuggles up to me. Our bodies know exactly what to do, and I pull him closer, burying my face in his neck. I drape my arm over his waist and rub his skin gently.

"Thank you," Ollie whispers, and I frown. What the hell is he talking about? "For not hiding me."

"I don't want to hide you, Ollie," I reply softly. "I want us to be together, no matter what anyone thinks about it."

"Even Dad?"

My stomach dips, and I clear my throat. "I'm gonna tell him," I promise. "I just need a little more time."

"How long?" he asks me, and I can tell he's skeptical. Although I can't even blame him.

"Next dinner," I reply, my hand on his waist beginning to shake. He grabs it and squeezes it once, reassuring me as always. "I promise. I just need us to be calm when we do it. I just need two more weeks."

Two weeks to wonder how my life will change after this.

Two weeks to prepare myself mentally to be disowned.

Two weeks to pretend it won't kill me to lose the only dad I've ever had.

I'm not stupid. As soon as we come out to Dad, he's going to lose his shit. I don't know if I'll be able to handle it or how I'll do it. I don't want to make promises I can't keep—and right now, I can't tell him. I just can't.

"Two weeks," he tells me. "Two weeks, and then we start forever."

"I promise."

Ollie tugs me closer to him, my arm still draped over his waist, and I bury my face back in his neck. Within minutes, he's asleep. I focus on his deep breaths, their slowness. I wish I could sleep peacefully right now, but the truth is I'm fucking terrified of coming out to our dad. Thinking about it brings forth a paralyzing fear—abandonment. I don't know if I can take it a second time. I really don't.

Still, I take deep breaths and tangle my legs with his, seeking out his body heat. Chasing for the comfort he always provides. And even though I can't fall asleep, at least I have him.

I hope I always do.