Page 25 of His Protective Bear

I had to take a moment to get my wits back, and I was happy when I saw it wasn’t just me.

Once we got ourselves under control, we got to cleaning. With the two of us working together, we had everything cleaned up quickly. It wasn’t long before the rest of the spaghetti was cooking while Hunter sliced bacon, and I got the chicken in the saucepan. We worked around each other like we’d been doing it forever. I asked him for what I needed, and he handed it to me. Hunter did his best to crowd in behind me or touch me, even stealing a kiss or two.

As I sauteed the chicken over low heat, Hunter walked up behind me and pushed his erection into my ass crack. I rocked my ass from side to side and pushed back on his hard cock.

Turning the burner off, I pushed the chicken back off to the back of the stove as Hunter left wet, open-mouthed kisses along my neck. He was driving me crazy.

“B-babe,” I stammered. “I need something else.”

“Anything, name it,” he replied without moving his mouth from my neck.

I took one of Hunter’s hands from around my waist and placed it over my throbbing cock. “This hurts. Can you fix it?”

“With pleasure,” he said, turned me around, unbuckled my pants, and lifted me onto the island. His mouth took mine again as he deftly withdrew my cock from my chino’s and jacked me a few times.

When Hunter pulled away from me, he lowered to his knees in front of me and took me into his mouth. He worked me over until I was panting, but I needed more.

I ran my fingers through his hair and pulled his head back. He released my cock with a pop.

“I want to taste you this time,” I rasped.

Hunter's eyes turned to lava as he gently pushed me to my back, then crawled up on the marble island with me. I worked to release his cock from his jeans, and when I did, he turned around toward my feet, moved until he hovered over my mouth, then fed me his cock as he bent to swallow mine.

I never dreamed I’d be sixty-nined on the kitchen marble, but it was a fantasy come to life. It only took a few minutes for us to blow since we each gave as good as we got, and the warm wet slide of mouths and tongues sent us over since we seemed to ride the edge every time we were near one another.

It was definitely the most fun I’d ever had in the kitchen.

By the time we had our clothes back in place and extracted ourselves from the counter, my mind was mush, much like the pasta we were cooking. Hunter circled around behind me and groaned against my neck, “The food’s burned again. I quit. We’re ordering pizza.”

We cleaned up again, and by the time everything was clean and put away, the pizza had been delivered.

Hunter led me into the den with a built-in cabinet along a corner wall. A massive flat-screen TV was mounted above shelves that held several photos of his family, books, board games, and a mix of knick-knacks. A DVD player and several sets of speakers from what must be surround sound finished off the entertainment area. The large sectional sofa looked super comfortable. The velvety rug had me taking my shoes off and sliding my toes in it.

After we finished off the pizza in the den, we settled in on the big sofa to watch some TV before I spotted a game controller lying on a lower shelf. My gameplay was fierce since I spent most of my free time at home.

“Is there a gaming console in the cabinet over there?”

Hunter looked over at me, then to the cabinet. “Why yes, that is a game console. Do you happen to play?” he inquired with a smirk.

“I guarantee I can kick your ass at any game over there,” I taunted, knowing this would get a rise out of him.

“Is that so?” Hunter’s expression went from playful to a predator. He moved to his knees and stalked across the sofa until he pinned me under him. Hot, wet kisses landed all over my face and neck as he unceremoniously stripped me naked. I was hard and leaking pre-cum when he took his tongue and swiped across the head of my cock. I gasped at the contact, then ogled him as he stripped out of his clothes.

Within a few minutes, Hunter was buried deep inside me once again. When he filled me with his cock, I felt both physically and mentally full. He completed that part of me that I had been missing. When he was close, he raised my palm to his mouth and licked it before placing it on my shaft.

“Jack yourself, baby,” he said, then proceeded to ride my ass like never before. The first sounds that indicated his release sent me over the edge. Ropes of cum jetted from my cock and all over my stomach and chest.

“You look beautiful like that. Wearing nothing but a sated smile and your cum all over your chest,” he mused.

“Know what would be even better?” I asked.

“What?”

“A third-round after I kick your ass on that video game,” I smiled.

“Oh, you bring it on, baby. I’ll own your ass,” he laughed.

And he did. He won the game, but I was the big winner in round three.

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