17. Hunter

That orgasm was so strong it had me seeing stars. My head dipped back despite wanting desperately to watch that man claim my cock. And fuck, had he claimed it. No one had ever gotten my body buzzing like Tyler Riley. My brain was trying to catch up, my breath stuttering as I looked down at those sparkling eyes peering up through thick brown lashes. A dozen emotions swam through my mind, all battling for dominance but only one prevailed. Tyler kept his cards close to his chest. He was deep and mysterious, much like the enigmatic wizard in the tale of Oz. On the surface, he was confident, an all-powerful spectacle that left everyone in awe. Yet, amid the performance, there were moments like this when the curtain was lifted, allowing me a glimpse behind the fa?ade.

In those rare instances, he revealed a vulnerability that made him undeniably human. His true, unfiltered emotions surfaced like waves crashing against the shore. I observed as bliss echoed through his beautiful seafoam eyes. Happiness, pride, lust,all directed at me. It was a sight so raw that my heart skipped a beat.

Unable to resist, I found myself drawn to him, yearning for a connection that went beyond the surface. His gaze alone had the power to make me forget the inevitable truth of how utterly gone I was for him. There was a lingering bit of hope that maybe, just maybe, he felt the same way. But such hope was perilous.

While I grappled with those emotions, he took the opportunity to capture his mouth with mine. His tongue explored my mouth as if trying to imprint the taste of our shared passion upon his senses. A guttural groan escaped me as I savored the mixture of my own taste combined with his whiskey-soaked flavor.

In that kiss, I felt the unspoken connection between us, a silent acknowledgment of a shared desire. Yet, the danger still lingered, threatening to unravel the delicate balance we had forged. As our lips danced, I couldn't help but wonder if he, too, understood the complexity of our entangled hearts. I needed some control back. I needed to be in charge again, because I was quickly becoming way too vulnerable when it came to him. I don't do vulnerable.

I quickly rolled so I was on top, all the while keeping our mouths locked together. I couldn't help the moan that left my lips as I tracked my hands over every defined muscle. I helplessly worked them south, and I didn't even bother to fight my smile at the way he squirmed beneath me.

I looked up to see that same look still in his eyes, his breathe coming out in short pants as he mumbled something along the lines of, "fucking dimples." Which only made me smile wider. He kicked his shoes off while I worked at his pants, pulling them free and tossing them aside. I teased up his thighs, licking and nipping at the skin while grazing over where he really wanted me to be. His body writhed beneath me, that beautiful Australian lilt letting loose a string of incoherent curses. I was hooked, desperate to hear him beg for me.

"Beg for me, baby."

"Just fuck me." He groaned, self control having flown out the window. I decided I liked that. I really liked that. I bit down on the goofy smile that was pulling at my mouth. He looked down and scoffed at me.

"I'm not going to say please, Hunter, if you continue to give me that adorable little smile I'll fuck your mouth until those dimples disappear."

My eyes went wide at that, and my dick swelled again at the though.

"Put a pin in that, Aus. I am not missing another chance to fuck that perfect ass again."

He groaned. "Either you fuck me or I fuck your mouth. Better make a choice before I do it for you."

I was torn between incredibly turned on, and kind of pissed off. This whole "one more time" ordeal had my palms sweaty.

That would be a fucking joke, and not a funny one.Having sex with Tyler had quickly become that addiction you couldn't let go. That one more chocolate bar you kept hidden for emergencies, that song you couldn't help but sing along to. Tyler and I couldn't help but fall into bed together, each of us needing that last hit—needing each other just one more time.

I reached into my nightstand for what we needed. I didn't fumble as I licked his leaking cock and my slicked up fingers teased down the smooth strip of skin between his balls. I wasn't gentle. There was no slow entry of my finger. I slipped one in to the knuckle, his sharp breath turning into a tortured groan as I worked him open. For someone who was new to anal, my baby was a pro. His body knew what it wanted. It was chasing that high like an addict. I was covering my cock with a condom when Ty demanded more.

"Fucking hell, Hunter. Just fuck me already."

I bit my lip, stifling back the urge to ask him, "What's the magic word?"Before I could, his strong thighs circled my waist and pulled, my dick bumping against his tight little hole. He drew me in, and I was quick to make sure my dick was angled just right, touching his taint. I went to inch in, but he had other ideas. One quick pull of those strong thighs buried me to the hilt.

"Fuck!" Our cries filled the air. His hole fluttered around me at my size, but my baby was a masochist. Tears peeked from the corner of his eyes, but before he was fully adjusted he threw his head back and rolled his hips in a silent plea for my body. "Move, Hunter. Fuck… please. Please, please, please just move."

My jaw dropped and his eyes met mine for a split second. "Since you asked so nicely."

Then, I did as he asked.

This wasn't the slow sensual, sex we'd had before. My body slapped against his, while he arched his back, abs tensing as he angled himself so I hit the right spot with each thrust. His eyes were shut, head back against the pillow and God, it was a sight. I wanted that picture etched in my mind forever, anything to capture that masculine body begging for mine. His dick twitched with every hit of his prostate, the tendons of his neck straining against his pleasure. With each drop of pre come that fell onto his stomach, I felt my need to burst. But I needed this to last. I dug my fingers into his hips hard enough to bruise.

He loved it.

I smoothed my hands over his skin, over those rippling muscles in his groin. My thumb curved in on his pelvis, up to where his cock was glistening. With my thumb, I stroked a bit of the clear liquid away and brought it to my mouth. I groaned as his taste exploded on my tongue.

"Fuck, that's the hottest thing I have ever seen." The gravel in his voice had my eyes meeting his, pupils so blown that you could no longer see his irises. I slowly swept my thumb over the sensitive curve of his dick, as I pumped relentlessly into him. He threw his head back again and I was losing it. I thanked God when I felt him swelling in my hand, the combination of that and the abuse of his prostate making him soar to the edge. Every muscle bunched, his hands gripping the sheets so hard I wondered if they would rip. He cried out when he came, sweet liquid bursting between my fingers as it spurted over his chest. His whole body rippled with his orgasm. I had never seen someone come so hard. And I followed right behind.

There was no doubt someone would have heard the noise that left me. My vision whited out and my legs buckled. Tyler's strong arms grabbed me, pulling me onto his chest. I didn't care that it was wet and sticky. In fact, I kind of loved it. My head curved into the crook of his neck, my breaths shaky with the aftershocks wracking my body. I was well on my way to sleep, but the fear of being alone when I woke up stopped it from taking over.

It was my turn to beg. "Don't go. Please. Don't be gone in the morning."

Large hands traced lazy shapes over my skin. "I'll stay," he whispered. "Just this once."

With that knowledge alone, I fell into a peaceful sleep. One that had me wondering if I could somehow formulate a way to get this kind of comfort when he was gone. Something to keep the nightmares away.