Page 65 of Antidote

After a few thrusts all the way to the knuckle, I find his prostate. It’s a good thing I know what I’m doing, and when he shouts, I grin. “Oh, God, yes.”

“Right there?” I ask him, and I rub myself against the mattress. “I want to hear you, Hunt. Please let me hear how much you love my mouth wrapped around your dick.”

I wrap my lips around him again, except I’m not slow or tentative about it now. No, I bob my head up and down, deepthroating him on my way down every single time. My fingers keep hitting his prostate over and over, and my eyes roll to the back of my head when his grip tightens on my head and he clenches around my fingers.

“Oh, shit.” He moans. “Oh, fuck, Ollie.”

I moan around his dick and increase the pace of my fingers.

“Please, please don’t stop.” We both moan together. “That feels so fucking good. I’m right there, Ollie. Fuck, baby, swallow me down.”

I swallow around his dick, and a rush of heat takes over my body when his legs wrap around my head. He moans long and loud as he comes down my throat, and I swallow it down with a groan of pleasure.

I let his dick go with an audible pop and remove my fingers from his body slowly, wiping them on the sheets since they’re wet from the lube. I come back up, straddling his waist, my balls against his pelvis. Hunter’s skin is a dream, and I let my hands roam all over him. I lean down and take his bottom lip between my teeth, and he gropes my ass and squeezes.

“What does this mean, Hunter?” I ask him slowly. I’m afraid raising my voice will break the spell between us. He just sucked my dick for the first time, for fuck’s sake. It has to mean something.

“Willyoubemyboyfriend?” Hunter blurts out, and it sounds like one word with how fast he’s asking it. Is he nervous?

“Do you want me to be?”

He turns his body so we’re both lying on the bed now. I lie on my side to face him, and I can’t help but sink into the bed. I wait for his answer with bated breath, yet he seems to be taking his time, gathering his thoughts.

“It’s been a long time coming, Ollie.” He looks into my eyes, and his green ones dilate. “If we can forgive each other for everything we’ve done, I think we can finally move on.”

“And be together?” Is this what he truly wants? “What about coming out? How’s that gonna go?”

“I’ll do it.” He sighs. “Tomorrow, I’ll come out to the team. I can’t keep living a lie—you were right. I need to accept myself. And I’ve always wanted you, Ollie. You have to know that.”

I smile. “Baby, I’ve always known that.” He sucks in a sharp breath. “I think you just didn’t want to accept it. Though I’m glad you’re finally coming around.” I wink, and he chuckles. “But yes, I forgive you.” And I mean it. We’ve been acting out because we’ve hurt each other so much. However, if we want to give this a real shot, we have to take this huge step. “Will you forgive me?”

Hunter nods slowly, “I do.” He looks like he means it, and I relax into the bed even more. “I already have.”

“I got you, Hunt,” I whisper, rolling off him and shoving my leg between his to get closer. I kiss him, his lips so damn soft against my own. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” he replies with reverence. “I always have.”

I nod and close my eyes, trying to rein in my emotions. The last thing I want to do is cry right now. But then he goes and says things like?—

“You’re so beautiful, Blue.”

My eyes sting as my stomach swoops like I’m on a rollercoaster. “So are you, boyfriend.”

“Is that a yes?”

“Yes.” I grin.

His eyes are focused on my face, the green so deep they almost look black. I lean in and kiss him softly, chastely. Then I settle my face on his chest and inhale deeply, draping my arm over his waist. He doesn’t move for the longest time, except then he holds me back.

He holds me back.

So, last night really happened.

It wasn’t a dream.

Because here I am, my body wrapped around Ollie, my face buried in the crook of his neck. Our legs are somehow tangled as I cuddle him from behind, and he’s breathing deeply, not yet awake. But of course, he wouldn’t be; it’s five in the morning. My alarm continues to blare from my bedroom, and I try to untangle myself from Ollie’s grasp to no avail. He stirs, waking up, and groans.

“Five more minutes.” He whispers, grabbing onto my arm and pulling me back into him.

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