Chapter 6

Chapter Six

Hunter

G od, he tastes good. Like hot chocolate and warmth. Home. But he doesn’t really want me like that.

I’m getting the impression he’s just horny and would have jumped anyone at the moment. Which doesn’t make me feel great. I like Simon. I always have. He’s intimidating with his big brain, but he’s funny and smart. Kind of snarky, but hey, I like that.

He just sees me as a big dumb jock.

I wish it was different, but I’m not sure my heart could take it if his wasn’t in it, which it clearly isn’t. And that’s not something I realized until his lips were on mine. Selfishly, I let myself enjoy it for the moment.

I loved every second of his inviting mouth on mine. Of his lithe sexy body grinding on top of me. But it’s not right.

“We should watch a movie,” I say dumbly, giving myself a little distance from him, but I can feel his eyes on me. Probably wondering if I’m broken or something. It’s no secret I get around.

But those are just meaningless hookups... With Simon? Ugh, it’s different. It just is.

I grab the remote and start flicking through all the choices, not really wanting anything but give up and select some cheesy comedy I see and put the remote back down.

“You really don’t want to hook up with me?”

Jesus. Christ. I really need him to just let this go.

“I do,” I answer him honestly. He felt so damn good on my lap. “But I don’t want it just because you’re bored and horny.”

“Isn’t that why most people hook up?” He cocks his head to the side in an adorable way.

I snort a laugh, but then meet him with a solid gaze. “I like you, Simon. I think I have for a while. Your brother would kill me, and I don’t think you see me that way.”

“You like me?” he squeaks, and I notice his cheeks are red with a surprised blush.

“Yes. I like you. I want to kiss you again, but not because you’re bored and stuck here with me.”

He looks conflicted, and I have to force myself to look away from him. Focusing on the television, I start flipping through channels. “Wait.”

I stop and look over at him. “Please just let it go.”

He scoots closer to me and removes the remote from my hand with ease because I don’t fight him. His hand reaches up to cup my face. “I do like you.” I start to argue, but he covers my mouth with one of his hands. “I do. You’re an ass, and I thought you were making fun of me, but now I kind of see it differently.”

I don’t make a move to remove his hand from my mouth, letting my eyes tell him everything I need to. I like him a lot. I want to kiss him. I want him to want me, and when he drops his hand from my mouth, I hold my breath and wait.

He has to make the move, and he does. He leans forward, and this time, it’s less urgent when his lips touch mine. It’s feeling this out, slow and careful, tasting and wanting.

I let him have a moment of control before I’m kissing him back with intensity because I can feel it this time—he wants this too.

He moves back onto my lap, his fingers in my hair, tugging in the most delicious way that sends a thrill all the way through my body and straight to my balls. He pulls my shirt off, his mouth trailing down over my jaw and over my throat, down to my chest.

I’m trying to get control of myself, but I’ve wanted this for so damn long, I don’t think I can, so I remove his shirt too. I let my hands brush over his soft skin. He’s thin, but he has more muscle tone than I realize, and I trace the faint lines of his abs. He shudders on my lap, his cock grinding against mine through our jeans.

He stands up and is going for the button on his jeans like a man starved, and I’m not fairing much better. I should tell him we should slow it down, but I don’t think either of us are blushing virgins. I know I’m not.

He stripping out of his underwear, standing totally naked, his leaking, thin, long cock right there in front of me as I push my jeans and briefs down and off. His gaze is on my dick, and mine is on his.

I want so many things at once, I’m not sure where to start, but he doesn’t seem to have that problem. “Tell me you have a condom.”

My entire throat goes dry as I try like hell to speak, but I’m dry as the desert right now. I actually gulp because the guy of my dreams wants a condom.

“And lube.” He gives me a sly, wicked little smile that makes my cock jerk, trying to get to him.

Hell. Yes.

“My jeans. My wallet.” Fuck me. I used to be able to form actual sentences, I swear.

Simon doesn’t seem all that worried as he goes for my jeans and grabs them, tossing me the condom, but opening the lube himself, squirting it on his fingers and reaching around to prepare his hole. I can’t move as I watch him, my mouth still totally dry as I swallow over and over, trying to get some lubrication going in my throat.

“Condom,” he says, nodding toward the packet in my hands.

“You’re so damn hot, I think you broke my brain.”

He chuckles, but then it turns into a low, deep moan that sends tingles down my spine. “I’m already close, get that condom on that big cock, or I’m going to end up finishing before this starts.”

There’s no way in hell I’m going to let that happen.

I finally open the package and slide the condom over my cock just as he removes his fingers from his own hole and climbs onto my lap. “I don’t like a lot of prep,” he says, squeezing the rest of the lube out into his hand and smearing it all over my cock, tossing the package and positioning himself over me. I feel the tip of my cock nudging his entrance. “This is the part I really love,” he says, already breathless as he moves down over my cock, the very tip breaching him. “Oh God, you’re big. It’s perfect.” He bears down and takes more of my length inside him. “Yes.”

“Oh fuck.” I hold onto his hips, but I don’t pull him down on me like I’m dying to. I don’t thrust up into him, even though my balls are begging for it. I let him take control, and before I know it, he’s fully seated, my cock filling him up and stretching that tiny, pink hole I only got the barest glimpse of.

“Yeah.” He leans in and kisses me. “Just give me one second, and I’ll be ready to ride you.” I groan deep in my throat and kiss him hard, biting his bottom lip and licking over it.

He starts to move now, taking me inside him fully and pulling back until I’m almost completely out of him. It’s so fucking good, and after he starts to adjust, I move with him. Thrusting up into his tight body as his hands dig into my shoulders.

“I can’t believe we haven’t done this before.” He moves on my cock, his dick bouncing between us as he leans back. “It feels so damn good. So good.”

He’s leaking like crazy, and thank fuck, he’s close because so am I. I’m not sure how much longer I can do this. His body is driving me wild, but it’s the reality that this is Simon that nearly sends me over the edge.

I can’t take it much longer, and I have to make him come. Just before I reach between us to take his cock in my hand, he sprays warm cum between our bodies, his ass squeezing me so damn tight, I wrap my arms around him instead and hold on as my cock jerks inside him, spilling into the condom.

He milks every last drop from me before collapsing on my chest.

That’s not at all how I thought tonight was going to go, but I’m more than okay with it.

Now, I just have to hope he doesn’t tell me it was a mistake.

Because if I have my way, we’re going to do that again and again. Maybe for the rest of our lives.

I mean, a guy can hope, right?