CHAPTER FORTY-THREE Hunter

S eeing Ben flat on his stomach, hands cuffed behind his back, was nearly more than I could stand. It would take zero effort for me to remain standing and simply nut without being touched.

"You sure you can handle my cock, boy?" I barked. "Once I get inside that pretty hole, I won't be going easy on you. Is that what you want?"

"Yes," he whimpered.

"I didn't hear you."

"Yes!" he declared.

I turned and went back to the living room where I'd drooped the lube and a condom earlier. When I came back to the bedroom, Ben had managed to squirm up to his knees again and was completely exposed.

"You're naughty, boy," I hissed, slapping his bare ass. "Showing me your boy pussy like this? What am I to think?"

"You should know what to think," he challenged. "Unless you're not up to it, Officer ."

"Ooohhhh?" I seethed. "Mouthy too?" I licked my middle finger and shoved it in his asshole. "This what you want?"

Ben turned his head to face me, staring back across his exposed ass at my swollen dick. "Fingers bore me."

I stuck three fingers in my mouth, glaring at him to keep yapping. He grinned like a madman in an asylum who loved pissing off the male orderly. I moved three fingers to his hole and wriggled them all the way in. He flinched, but his grin remained.

"That's how you play, huh?" I muttered, reaching for the condom.

I tore the edge of the foil with my teeth and spat the piece out of my mouth. I knew he'd like the move. Ben was easy to read when it came to the type of male behavior he preferred. Perhaps his high-brow behavior in public was a shield from who he really was.

"Tick-tock, big guy," he teased.

I sheathed my cock and applied the lube generously. Ben was staring at me and my erection, the grin still on full display. I took a step forward and lined my dick up to his hole, slapping it a few times first with my cock. I ran my lubed fingers across his pucker, pushing gently and teasing him until two fingers slipped inside his warmth.

"Loosen up, boy," I ordered, moving my fingers around as I stretched and lubed him. Ben relaxed around my two fingers, so I added a third and buried them to the third knuckle. He quivered and arched his back.

A few more slaps of my dick to show dominance, and then I placed the tip against his hole. My swollen plum head was wider than three fingertips, so I took my time slipping past his defensive reaction.

"Ooohhhh," he moaned, burying his face in the blanket, biting at the fabric. "Deeper," he begged. "All of it, stud!"

I took my time as he accepted my girth, probing, pulling, and pushing my length into him. Once at max depth, and as he began relaxing completely around my cock, I pressed further until I was on my tiptoes and leaning over his back.

"Fuuucccckkkk, boy," I growled.

My hands gripped his waist as I withdrew and slid back in, building my pace as he began to whimper in pleasure. His ass bounced against my body with each thrust, waves of smooth flesh rippling in response. I reached for his cuffed hands and pulled them back toward me, causing his head to come back as well. The arch in his back positioned his hole into a perfect target for my pleasure missile.

"Shit!" he seethed. "Fuck my hole!"

Ben's head tossed back and forth as he fought the invasion that was slamming into him. I pushed down on his lower back with one hand and maintained control of the cuffs with the other, moving one of my feet to the top of the bed, working my cock in and out from an impossibly hot angle.

"Fuck, boy!" I said. "You're a good little fucker, ain't ya?"

"For the right man," he huffed, breathing heavily as I fucked him senseless.

I pulled my dick out of him and yanked him to his feet, moving him around so I could sit on the bed. Once seated, I patted my lap so he could decipher my next move.

"Sit on my lap facing me," I instructed. "Straddle this cock."

Ben positioned himself over my knees, facing me, and I guided my dick into him again, holding his hips as he sank down on my meat. His hands were still cuffed behind his back and I yanked his hands down so I could keep him secure, causing his head to fall back and exposing his chest to me.

"How are these nipples, boy?" I asked, brushing my lips across them. "They seem stimulated all of a sudden."

"Please don't," he begged. "Not while I'm cuffed."

"Hmmm," I mused. "What's wrong, boy? Does someone have control issues?"

I moved my mouth to his neck and munched down on his tight muscles as he fought for control. My grip was too tight on his cuffed hands and he was stuffed by my cock as well. My position under him allowed me to pump up and deep into his hungry hole while he battled the prospect of having his nips played with.

"I can't," he whimpered. "Too much… too…"

He went stiff when my mouth went to a nipple. His back was rigid and his hole gripped tightly around my cock. "You like this, don't ya?" I growled, biting slightly on a nipple.

"No!" he insisted. "Oh, fuck no."

"Yes, you do," I soothed, biting one and bringing a hand to the other. "How about this?" I teased, twisting the other nipple while I bit down.

Ben convulsed. He went limp and then rigid, bucking on my lap while I lifted off the bed, meeting him with powerful thrusts. I moved a hand around and underneath of him and felt my cock going in and out of his hole, my balls bouncing up and down.

Pulling him tightly against me, I kept the assault on his nipple while he struggled for composure. He shuddered uncontrollably on my lap, while it seemed he was losing control.

"Fuck yes!" he yelled, bouncing and writhing in a pleasure that bordered on painful.

His eyes popped open, and we locked eyes. His wordless stare convinced me we were on a mutual journey of pleasure. I tugged him forward and our mouths met in a furious dance while I brought my free hand to his nipple again, twisting and gripping as he fought his out-of-control sensory response.

"Just let go, boy. Ride that fucking pleasure," I instructed. "Let your man take you there."

"Uunghhh," he grunted, as he planted his feet firmly on the floor, squatting up and down, using my dick to impale himself. "That's it," he huffed. "Right there! Oh fuck! That spot. Fuck that spot! Hit it!"

Ben was thrashing around in my arms, lost in a wave of pleasure that had him losing his complete shit. "Go with it, boy," I encouraged, twisting harder on his nipple and meeting him thrust for thrust as I filled him as deep as possible. "That's it."

"Don't fucking stop," he cried, his head falling back as he bit his lip. "Almost… almost…"

He was very close. So was I, but I wanted to time this ending to perfection. "Let me know," I hissed, clamping down on my desire to fill him up, lost in the same ecstasy as him.

I was too close. "Fuuucccckkkk," I yelled, stiffening underneath him as I unloaded the chamber.

Ben suddenly went stiff in my arms, come blasting out of him without being touched. "Ooohhhh, yes," he whimpered, falling forward and against my chest. His dick still pumped out jizz, his chest heaving with exhaustion as he fought for breath, his face in the crook of my neck. "So good, Hunt," he hummed. "So good."

"Kiss me," I demanded, moving my hands to his head and forcing him to my lips.

We connected and melted into one another, our kissing intimate and complete. I'd worried that when all the crazy and wild sex ended, we'd be self-conscious or confused.

Ben pulled away, still with my cock inside him. "Okay," he announced, grinning like a wild banshee. "I'm hungry now, sheriff."

I received a message from my heart as I looked into his eyes. Brilliant green eyes that reminded me of the last and only time I'd ever felt this way about a man.

He could still move away, Hunt. Be careful.