18. Lucas

LUCAS

Before Hunter showed up, I was losing my mind. My leg wouldn't stop bouncing, and every time anyone said anything to me about it, it nearly set me off. I missed him so bad. My body was so used to being pressed up against his at night that I could hardly even sleep.

Dallas was gonna have my head for being the worst hotel roommate ever.

All I could think about was that I was gonna screw everything up and land on the bench early in the game. Coach wouldn't let me cost us the win, but there was always a chance that my team couldn't recover from me not being on my A-game.

That wasn't a problem now, though.

Now that I've chugged who knows how much of Hunter's milk, I'm ready to bring home a fucking championship and make my Daddy so fucking proud of me.

There's a reason both teams made it to the championships. They're good as hell, but we're better. Faster. More tactile. We had a rocky start, but now we have this shit in the bag. We keep them from scoring anything else, and after an excruciating lecture from Coach, we finally find our groove.

The score is 30 to 24. Defense is on the field, so I have no say in how this game will end. There's no way we get the ball long enough to score another touchdown ourselves. It's all up to my boys on the turf.

Two downs. Eight seconds. There is a chance they could make it, but it's low.

Hell, it's lower than low. We've got this. This is our fucking game.

Lexington intercepts the fucking ball, and he's gone. Time runs out before he gets taken down, and it doesn't matter anymore. We don't need the point. We've won! The first football championship I've ever won in my entire life, and I was a fucking starter!

The stadium is loud as my feet carry me onto the field and launch me into one of my teammates. I can't even tell who, and I don't care. It's a great moment that I want to enjoy.

The season is over, I'm gonna get a championship ring, and Daddy is gonna be so fucking proud of me!

Speaking of which… I pick myself up off the ground and turn toward the stands. I can't really see where Hunter is at this point, but I don't panic about it. I know he's waiting for me.

"Did you see that sick-ass tackle in the second quarter? Hunt, it was so insane. I definitely bruised a rib or something, but it was so worth it."

Getting the rings and doing the interviews and all the celebrating took a lot out of me, but the second I saw Hunter waiting for me, I got a new burst of energy. I showed him my ring and even made him kiss it for good measure. Then we went out to eat with the guys to celebrate. It was amazing.

Now, we're at Hunter's hotel, and I'm so exhausted but still so fucking pumped. I haven't stopped talking about the game since dinner started. Hunter doesn't seem to mind, though. He's just listening intently and pretending to know what I'm talking about. "I did see it, baby. Now, come here."

My head tilts a little in confusion, but I don't waste time thinking. I just get over to my man and bury myself in his arms.

He'd immediately settled on the bed once we got to his room, which was really freaking sweet, but I've been pacing around and fangirling about my game.

Hunter smiles down at me, and my heart beats a little faster in my chest. He looks so proud of me, and it's way better than the look of disappointment he gave me before…back when I was failing.

I got a championship ring tonight, but really, it was all because of him. Because he helped me and lifted me up when I needed it. He didn't just yell at me to do better, he made sure I did. He cared.

My eyes start to tear up the more I think about it. Hunter frowns, and I quickly shake my head so he doesn't think they're sad tears. "Thank you. Thank you for…for everything."

For a second, Hunter doesn't say anything, and I worry that maybe I'm being a little too sentimental. But then he smiles, and when his lips meet mine, my entire body settles. Our lips move slowly together, fitting perfectly like neither of us were meant to kiss anyone else.

When I expect Hunter to pull away, he does the exact opposite. I'm not sure how he moves us both, but he does, placing himself on top of me as he deepens our kiss. I let out some sort of sound that gets muffled by his lips and squirm underneath him. He's not heavy, and I could easily flip us over, but I like this. No, I fucking love this. "Hunt?—"

"Daddy." Hunter is quick to correct me against my lips. "Don't forget your place, baby boy."

I whine softly and nod my head, his words making my body hot. God, I want him so bad. I need his mouth on me again, or mine on him. I really don't care at this point. My hands move down to slip under his pants, but he grabs them before they can get there.

He tries to move them, but I'm stronger than he is, and I want him so fucking bad.

But Daddy's not having any of that. Hunter nips at my bottom lip, and I wince, letting him bring my hands over my head. It's weird, but I can't deny that it makes me squirm like a freaking worm.

I don't have to let him do this, but I do it anyway because he told me to. Because Daddy told me to. Who was I to try and take over? Usually, when I did things like this with girls, I was in that position because…why wouldn't I be? But the way Hunter's handling me makes me feel like I should've just been here all along.

He's fucking perfect.

"You played so well, and Daddy's so proud of you," Hunter whispers softly as he moves his lips from my own down to the side of my neck. "And now, I wanna show you just how proud of you I am, and just how much I fucking love you."

My body tenses for a moment, but it doesn't last long with how he kisses down my neck, sucking marks into it that are probably very visible now that the game is over. I moan softly, thinking of the one I gave him before I left. We've gotten each other off in plenty of different ways before, but we've never… I've never… I'm not sure what to do.

Noticing that I'm getting nervous, Hunter shushes me and releases one of my hands so he can slide down my body and pull my shorts off. "Don't worry, baby. Daddy's got you. Just lie there and take it like a good boy until I tell you to move."

How could I say no to that?

Hunter gets my shorts and boxers off easily, wasting no time before taking me into his mouth.

I cry out and tangle my fingers in his hair, my back arching slightly off the bed. Two of his fingers press against my lips, and at first, I think he's telling me to be quieter. But then, he pushes them a little harder until I get the hint and suck them into my mouth, moaning around them.

He doesn't move them, letting me do whatever feels right. So, I start sucking on them, licking and getting them as wet as I can. When he pulls them out, I whine at the loss, but I don't get to mourn his fingers long with the way his tongue runs over my cock.

"Fuck, Daddy. Please." I'm getting so fucking close because of how good his mouth feels, and I don't want to come to soon. Especially since he didn't tell me I could.

Hunter doesn't respond, though I can't really blame him since his mouth is kinda full.

I try to relax, settling into the pleasure without focusing too hard on how bad I need to come right now. When I feel Hunter's fingers pressing against me, I jump slightly, and my mouth opens to protest, but the words never come.

Instead, I hiss at the intrusion and try even harder to relax.

Slowly, Hunter pulls off me, earning another whine from me as he pushes his finger farther inside me.

It's an odd feeling. I don't know if I like it or not, but it's definitely different. It makes me wonder how well I'd take it if it was anyone other than Hunter. But I know Daddy's got me, and that helps me relax a bit more.

"Take it easy, boy. Let Daddy make you feel good." Hunter's voice makes me melt deeper into the comforter, and his words get me a little…hazy. Like I can just close my eyes and trust him with everything.

So I do.

His finger moves slowly, getting me used to the feeling. When it starts to feel good, he adds another, and I'm back in that place of uncertainty. The stretch is somehow uncomfortable and amazing at the same time. Like it's too much and not nearly enough.

I need more. I need him, but I know I can't take him yet, and that's so fucking frustrating.

"Shit, baby. This tight little hole of yours is so fucking needy. I'm sorry, boy. Daddy should have fucked you a long time ago." Hunter's voice is all gravelly, and honestly, a little lower than I remember it being. Almost like he's angry that he hasn't been inside me yet and is barely keeping himself calm.

"F-fuck h-hun-ngh, Daddy. You can't, fuck, you can't say shit like that."

Thankfully, Hunter doesn't say much else after that.

As hot as it is, my dick can't handle much more. Not with how good Daddy's fingers are starting to feel. He's moving them faster and using them to spread me open for him. God, I can't wait to?—

"Fuck!" I'm coming. I don't know how or why, but I am. And fuck does it feel so good.

Hunter's finger hit some spot in my ass that made my eyes tear up a little, and I can't hold myself back no matter how hard I try.

I try to apologize in between my moaning as I come down from my high. "I didn't mean to, I really didn't. I didn't think it would feel so good." My eyes open slowly to look at Hunter when his fingers stop moving, scared that instead of giving me his cock, he'll just punish me instead.

When our eyes meet, I can't tell if he's pissed or turned on right now. But I get my answer when his fingers slide out of me, and he quickly starts working his pants off.

I try to sit up enough to help him, but he gives me a look that keeps my back down against the bed. I think I'm pouting, but I'm not sure how much I really care. Hunter says I do it all the time, so he's gotta be used to it.

"You came so hard, and Daddy didn't even have to touch you." Hunter grins as he takes his cock into his hand. "Now, you're gonna come on Daddy's cock like a good boy, yeah?"

It's not a question. Not really. So the only answer I give is a whimper and a wiggle of my hips, begging him to hurry up.

He smiles at me, and I melt all over again, watching him lean over to me to reach into the drawer by the bed. When he sits back up, he has a small bottle of lube in his hand.

"I may or may not have been planning to get you under me tonight." Hunter sends me a wink before he lubes up his dick and lines himself up. He doesn't watch my hole while he gets into the perfect position. He just looks right at me, right in my eyes. We both just smile at one another as he slides in slowly. He's met with a lot more resistance than his fingers were.

It's another uncomfortable stretch that feels so perfect I almost don't care how uncomfortable it is.

Hunter moves slowly and takes his time, letting me adjust to all of him as he bottoms out inside me. I'm insanely fucking full, and yet, it's a perfect fit.

As much as I want him to move, I'm grateful for the time to recover. I'm still a little sensitive from my orgasm, and being so full of Hunter's cock makes me think I might explode all over again. That'd be fucking embarrassing. "D-Daddy?—"

"Shhh." Hunter starts moving his hips slowly, and my jaw drops. "Daddy's got you, baby boy. I wanna see you come all over yourself again."

I almost do. Right then and there. If I hadn't come already, I definitely would be. But to hold it off a little longer, I focus on Hunter's face while he's moving.

His eyes are closed now, but I can see the look of pure bliss on his face. It makes me smile because I'm making him feel good too.

Wanting to do more, I start rolling my hips forward, gasping softly as I feel him move even deeper.

Hunter curses under his breath and begins moving his own hips faster.

I can't help trying to speed up to match his pace. The sound of his skin slapping against mine is so fucking erotic, and with the way he's leaning over me, every thrust makes my cock rub against his abs.

At some point, I start tearing up.

My first orgasm hit so hard, and now I feel my second climax rapidly approaching. I try to ask for permission this time, but I'm too lost in the sound of Hunter's pleasure mixed with my own. I need to come so fucking bad, but I don't want it to end.

Just thinking about the feeling of Hunter sliding out of me makes me tear up even more.

At this point, the only word I'm able to get out is Daddy, but Hunter knows what I need.

I can tell he's there too. He's biting his lip and growling slightly, his eyes holding my attention and demanding I keep mine on him.

"Fuck! Come for Daddy. Shit, I wanna see you come on my fucking cock." Hunter snaps his hips forward harshly, and I feel him hit that spot again.

I know he hits it once, and then I'm not sure how many times after that. My mind fogs up even more, and then I'm coming again.

My stomach tightens, and I'm worried the whole floor can hear me beg for him. My come splashes all over both of our stomachs, and seconds later, I feel his spilling inside me.

Hunter whispers to me how good I am, and I know I have the stupidest smile on my face. His hips keep moving, carrying both of us through our orgasms until we slowly come down.

When he finally stops, we're both panting, and his face is buried in the crook of my neck. His hips move back a little, and I can't stop the whine that falls from my throat.

I'm not ready to feel empty. Not yet.

I hear him chuckle, but he doesn't make any attempt to pull out of me.

Good. He's right where I want him. Forever.

"You really love me, Daddy?" I look at him and know what he's going to say. But I want to hear it anyway.

"I think I always have and always will, sweet boy."

He presses his lips to my forehead, and we both sigh at how right it all feels. "Good, because I'm never letting you go."