CHAPTER FORTY-ONE Hunter

" H e's coming over, girl," I said, tossing a thin slice of carrot at Bella. "You need to behave and stay outta his lap. That's Daddy's move tonight."

I was almost done with the salad. The steaks were marinating, and the baked potatoes were wrapped in foil and ready for the oven. I stepped back and examined the salad after laying a decorative layer of carrots over the top.

Besides whistling to myself all afternoon, I was talking to myself too. "I don't know," I mumbled, still studying my meal prep. "Too country? Too middle America?"

Cooking wasn't a specialty of mine. Since living on my own after nearly a decade, I only cooked to survive these days. Most days I headed into Jill's, so she'd feed me. The meal choice was the meal choice, I decided. Ben may as well see me as who I am. A lonely guy taking life a day at a time.

The microwave clock read five. One hour to go and I still couldn't get the sense of doom out of my brain. I was going to fuck this up. Ben would see how boring I was in my everyday existence. He wanted glitz, glam, and big city lights. I wanted the Northern Lights peeking over the Canadian horizon a few miles north of Plentywood.

"Okay. Shower time," I announced, still treating Bella like she understood what I was saying. "Blue button-down? Or the green shirt with stripes?" I asked her. Her ears perked up, and she glanced at the counter. I'd asked for fashion advice. She thought she heard, ‘ Do you want another carrot ?'

The choice of shirts had me concerned. Had Ben seen me in the blue or green one? Would I look pitiful if I accidentally wore the same shirt again? Clothing choices were always left to Mark in the past.

"Shit, Bella!" I exclaimed. "Maybe a T-shirt? Go super casual? Don't act like his coming over is a big deal? Whatta ya say, girl?" Carrot. Carrot. Carrot. Bella had a one-track mind. Food. "Fuck it! T-shirt and jeans."

Pacing through my house, examining each room and its cleanliness, occupied my time while I waited for Ben. I noticed a clock doesn't go any faster when watched. I sat down, and then I stood up. I stood up, and then I sat back down. Tick-tock. Tick-tock.

Bella's ears perked up, and she tilted her head toward a noise outside. I pulled the blinds to the side and saw the dust clouds swelling behind Ben's old Chevy as he barreled down the driveway. Never had a more handsome man looked as out of place as he did in the old truck. He had sold the vehicle he came to town in. The Benz that had fit him to a tee. Maybe there was more to Ben than my original impression.

A quick glance at the dining table confirmed I was prepared to host a dinner date. Two plates. Two wine glasses. I'd agonized over how many pieces of cutlery were required and where to position each piece. What about water glasses?

"Shit," I hissed, hurrying to the kitchen.

A knock at the door, and Bella's barking, diverted me back toward the front entry. Inhaling slowly, I glanced at the mirror to my left. Maybe a T-shirt wasn't a good choice. I fucking hated self-doubt.

As if Bella had actually heard me earlier, she stayed by my side and did not jump up on Ben when I opened the door. I'd underdressed.

"Hi," I said, stepping back to allow him inside.

Ben looked like a million bucks but smelled like a billion . A fresh citrus scent invaded my nose. I remembered the scent from inside my SUV a few days back, and now it stood mere inches away again.

"Hi," he greeted in return, seeming softer and quieter.

I had little experience regarding the beginnings of a romantic involvement. But this felt like one of those times. The wondering where to start off the next time you saw each other. The questions about whether what you'd felt the last time was real, or did they feel the way you felt? All the insecurities our mind uses as roadblocks to sabotage our chances at love.

Those and many other thoughts coursed through my mind as we stood across from one another, but Ben was having none of it. Maybe those thoughts belonged only to me. He moved within inches of my body, presenting his hand toward mine. God! This man.

"I'd like one of those kisses," he stated. "I've done nothing but think of them for the past three days."

Bella looked up at me like she wondered how dumb was I that I just stood there frozen. She instinctually headed for her favorite bed in the corner, leaving me to my own devices.

"You thought of me too?" I asked.

"Well, sure," he agreed. "You and the kisses."

I held his hand and pulled him into me. He relaxed and allowed me to manipulate his body to my liking. His actions spoke volumes about the type of lover he'd be. I knew, beyond the shadow of a doubt, that Ben wanted to be led.

He desired to play the role of a willing lover, but one who wanted to relinquish control. Lucky for both of us, I craved being the leader, making the moves, and creating the desire from my man.

My hand went to the small of his back, where I gently applied pressure and lifted him to his toes so our mouths could connect. Ben went limp when I placed my mouth on his, taking my sweet time by nipping at his full lips before darting my tongue in and out. A sigh escaped his mouth while my cock became engorged from his response. I felt powerful and in control.

"In case you're wondering, I'm not that hungry at this time," he whispered into my mouth, while we continued to tease and invade. "There's something you need to know about me, Hunt," he added, pulling away and looking into my eyes.

"Do share," I encouraged. "Tell me everything there is to know about you."

"I'm direct concerning having my needs met," he stated. "I like to express my needs and have them met."

His words made my cock hurt. I wanted to experience this man, and his way with words only made me want him more. "So, you said you're not hungry for food. Is there a way to work up your appetite, boy?"

Ben shifted his hips into my crotch. "Mmmm," he sighed. "How'd you know I like being called boy?"

"I can spot my type a mile away," I stated. "You want a man who isn't afraid to treat you like the inner boy you are. Am I right?" I asked. "Maybe take firm control of what we do to fulfill our needs?"

"I'm not a quiet lover, though," he insisted. "You pull the levers, but only after I say which ones to pull."

My hand slipped between his waistband and his butt skin after I tugged his crisp button-down shirt out of his slacks. "Do you take requests?" I asked, dipping a finger along his ass crack.

I pushed Ben against the door he'd just walked through, practically lifting him from his feet as I smothered his mouth with mine, jamming my tongue in. His hand went to the front of my jeans and outlined my cock with his fingertips. I pushed against his hand, pinning him to the door as I pumped my hips.

He turned his face to the side and gripped my cock. "Here's my first request," he stated. "Unzip your jeans, sheriff, and sit on that chair," he said, motioning his head toward a recliner in the living room. "But only pull them down to your ankles," he added, being quite specific.

As one who also took instructions well, I walked to the chair and turned around to face him. He stayed by the door ten feet away and watched. "Like this, boy?"

He nodded but said nothing as I unzipped and yanked my jeans and boxers to my knees. My cock bounced into an upright position and stood at full mast. I said nothing as he watched, and wondered at what point he liked to receive direction as well. His waiting and lack of response gave me my answer.

"On your knees in front of me," I ordered. I held up my hand. "But first, remove all your clothes. Every single piece and leave them by the door."

Ben's face registered no expression except one of compliance. I liked this mood already. I was more than willing to take direction, but I was also quite good at giving it. He kicked off his loafers and unbuttoned his shirt, dropping it from his shoulders. His smooth, bare chest was defined by smallish pecs, and a long neck accentuated his soft beauty.

He stared at me while he undid his belt and pants, also letting them drop to the floor. His eyes fixed on me like he demanded that I dare try to look away. He was correct. I couldn't possibly. Because he hadn't worn socks, he was now only dressed in black Calvin Klein briefs. The outline of his erection was difficult to see in black fabric, but he was hard for sure.

Without realizing it, I began to run my hand back and forth over my dick, breathing rapidly as he teased me with his slow disrobing. "Briefs too," I insisted. "And then get over here and on your knees in front of me."

Ben's thumb slid inside the waistband of his briefs before he gradually revealed his cock. Other than a small amount of perfectly trimmed pubic hair, he was as smooth as silk. Every inch of his body looked like velvet from my perspective. His cock was more than a mouthful.

I studied his torso before moving my eyes lower. He had the slightest outline of natural abs. Ben was thin, but not too thin, with runner's legs and proportional thighs that had zero hair.

"Turn around," I said. "Stand with your back toward me."

Ben did as he was told, while I thwarted a gasp when he turned his back to me. His spine was a small valley that went down from the base of his neck to directly above an amazing ass. An ever so slight V-shaped back proved he was a man, but one that did not focus on bodybuilding.

But my real focus was on the two firm globes in front of me. Each was a small melon that would fit in my palms when I did devilish things to them. I considered myself a connoisseur of fine ass, and his was begging the wolf in me to pounce.

"Come here," I instructed.

Ben turned around, hard as a rock, and moved to me in front of the chair. He stared into my eyes; I assumed waiting for further instruction, but I was slightly off on my calculations.

"Sit down," he said. "Leave your ankles in your pants."

This was unexpected for sure, but a message was relayed from my balls to my brain. This turn of events could be fun. I did as he instructed and sat down, drawing my knees up slightly to spread my legs, since my boxers and jeans were wrapped around my ankles.

"I like how that looks," he said. "Like you just got home from work and are in a hurry to get your dick sucked."

"I am, so what's keeping you?" I asked, moving my eyes to my swollen dick.

Ben nestled himself between my knees and took my cock in his hand, opened his mouth, and looked up at me. He was so fucking pretty that I had a hard time balancing his sexual attitude with the visual in front of me. But trust me, I wasn't complaining. I was simply getting up to speed on this unexpected discovery.

Pulling my cock toward his open mouth, Ben licked the tip and ran his tongue under the ridge of my plum. He sucked the head into his mouth and swirled his tongue around, flicking in and out of the slit, all the time watching my face questioningly. Yes —that was the answer. His mouth felt incredible on my cock.

I was hypnotically fixed on him, trying to keep from exploding instantly. I'd figured Ben differently than the revelation before me. Of course, he was as proper as always. He was refined and well put together, but he was also a bit of a conundrum. A riddle I was being introduced to that currently had me firing on all cylinders.

This Ben was unlike his waking persona. This Ben was a fully realized sexual being. A man who apparently felt free to express his desires but, better yet, demand they get met. I'd assumed uptight and buttoned-up was Ben Hawthorne's modus operandi. But loose and unbuttoned was apparently what you got if given the chance to look beyond his well-crafted veil of sophistication.

"All of it," I urged. "I need you to choke on it, boy."

His eyes saucered in delight at hearing me call him boy again. I was obviously on to something, and little did he know, but I craved the role of playing daddy, uncle, or older best buddy. I could be all those things if he so desired.

Being in control of a sexually subservient partner was what made me hard and totally turned my crank. They could run the household. Hell, they could run our lives, but I was king in the sack.

I grabbed the sides of Ben's head and moved him over my cock, occasionally testing his gag reflex. He had none and the discovery only made me stiffer as I buried into his throat, as deep as I could, holding him there.

"Don't," I ordered, tapping his shoulder when I noticed him jerking his dick. "I do that," I added. "Not you!"

He glanced up, his eyes relaying the permission I needed to wield the power. Ben liked his role. I liked my role. This was a promising beginning.

He added a twisting hand to his slobbering, causing me to lift my hips from the chair as I fought an urge to blast off. It had been eighteen-plus months since I'd orgasmed with a partner, and head was one of my favorite past times. I loved head when I woke up. Midday head when possible. After work head. Driving in the country head. I was pretty much a head lover, no matter the time or place. I sent a tiny prayer heaven bound as I enjoyed Ben's skill set. ‘ More of this ' was the prayer.

"Fuck!" I hissed, holding his head back. "I could blow," I warned.

Ben moved under my balls and nipped at them, giving my shaft a break, occasionally checking in on my cock. He had me so amped up I was unsure of what to do. I wanted to shoot in his mouth and I wanted to bury my cock in his sweet ass. All the time wondering and worrying if this would be my only time.

Did I need to prove that I was a good and dominant fuck? Was part of that dominance what he needed, so using his mouth was acceptable? Or did I need to fuck my talents into his obedient ass?

"You want to fuck me, don't you?" he asked, practically reading my mind.

"I do," I replied. "I want to fuck you so hard."

"Good, big boy," he responded. "I prepped tonight. Hoping you'd want to use my sweet little hole. But I'll need a favor first," he added, throwing in a twist, another one of his requests, a lever to be pulled.

I liked fulfilling sexual favors.