Page 17 of One More Time

I took in a deep breath but as his lips sealed over my cockhead, I let out a string of profanities. I speared my fingers through his hair, loving the way it felt in my hands, how it looked between my fingers. The wet heat of his mouth was like nothing I had experienced before. “Hunter, god, fuck Hunter.” He peered up at me through his lashes and began to move. I watched as he expertly took my dick to the back of his throat, sucking, slurping, and licking. I felt my balls tighten and yanked him back by his hair.

“I’ll come if you keep that up.” Hunter gave me that same cocky grin that irritated me only this morning. Or was it yesterday morning?

Now, though, it fired me up. I gave his hair another sharp tug to bring him to his feet, bringing our lips together once more. Our naked forms met, hard body against hard body as I rutted against him. Our hands mapped the curve of each muscle like we were starved for each other. I didn’t know about him, but I was starved. I needed him.

I wanted to have him.

I dropped my hand, wrapping my palm around the both of us, shuddering at the feeling of his shaft against mine

“I want to fuck you,” I whispered against his lips, pulling away just enough to see his reaction.

Fire licked the golden expanse of his eyes. “Yes, fuck yes. If it’s okay, you fuck me and I fuck her.”

I whipped my head around to the woman in the bed I’d completely forgotten about. I want to say no—I just wanted him. But I nodded anyway.

“Have you ever…” Kinsley’s lust-filled voice trailed off, but I didn’t detect a hint of judgment in her tone.

“Not anal,” I answered. The nerves started to fire up in my belly once more.

Hunter wrapped his arms around my waist from behind, his lips kissing down my neck, his hand lazily stroking my dick. I felt myself relax into his embrace. “We’ll talk you through the prep.”

Although I nodded, I felt like I was navigating uncharted territory. I fought the urge to run. Despite the unsettling sensation, there was a steadying force that anchored me in that moment—Hunter’s unwavering presence behind me.

“If I move, will you run?” Like he knew my thoughts, Hunter pressed himself harder against my back. Fear wanted to take hold, but something about him had me ready to dive into the scary unknown of sex.

Sex with a man.

Sex with a man who was going to fuck a woman at the same time.

I wish I could say I blamed the alcohol, but I’d been stone-cold sober since Hunter’s lips touched mine. I was running on pure lust and adrenaline at this point.

“No, but I’m wearing a condom.” I know it sounded stupid, weird even. I waited for his reaction, but he just kissed my cheek, then trailed his lips down the crest of my jawbone.

“Of course, baby.” He pulled away slowly, like he was making sure I’d stay put. But just as I did before I hit the ice, I took a deep, steadying breath. I went to my jeans and took the condom from my wallet, rolling it on with tight strokes in the hopes that fear wouldn’t make me deflate.

Hunter stood at the edge of the bed and grabbed Kinsley by her ankles. She squealed as he yanked her to the edge of the bed, rolling her over and slapping her ass. He put on his own condom and I watched as he slipped his fingers inside her, testing and teasing. “So wet for me Kins. Or is it for my man?” She moaned in response and my dick flinched. Me, he was claiming me.

You’re only his for tonight.

It’s just one night.

I moved in closer and Hunter looked over his shoulder. I watched as he lined his dick to her entrance. “I know who I’m hard for. Sorry darling, he has me close to exploding tonight.”

Despite Hunter claiming he only had eyes for me, Kinsley moaned. He slammed into her in one smooth motion, causing her body to jolt—but she loved it. She clawed at the bedding, noises of pleasure filling the space around us.

“Baby, I need you to copy me.”

Hunter’s voice drew my attention back to him. I heard the click of the lube bottle. He lubed up his fingers, then pressed one into Kinsley’s hole, drawing a louder moan from her. I watched, entranced by Hunter’s body as he worked his finger.

“Your turn.” He indicated the open lube bottle in invitation. I closed in, one hand on his hip the other picking up the lube. I copied his action, spreading the lube over my fingers. I flattened my other hand against his back, pushing slightly to bend him at the waist. I teased my fingers between his cheeks, slowly rimming him with one finger before I took the chance at pushing through.

He took it like he was greedy for it.

I worked him, keeping my gaze fixed on the way my finger moved in and out of him. His body clamped down on as if he wanted to keep me there. I added a second digit, curling it to feel for his prostate. “Fuck, Tyler! Please, please…”

I bit my lip, smiling at the sound of the Broody Bostoner coming apart over something as simple as my fingers. I wasn’t a complete baby gay. I was no stranger to my prostate. I got myself acquainted with that magic button in private every chance I got. I angled my fingers as I worked him open. When I hit the target, Hunter’s knees buckled.

“Fuck, you have to be perfect at everything—don’t you baby.” He was giving me the confidence boost I needed.

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