Page 63 of Antidote

Hunter straddles my lap and looks at me with a mix of appreciation and curiosity, and my cock twitches. I’m so close to pulling him down toward me, but thankfully he comes willingly, dropping the lube next to us on the bed. His lips meet mine tentatively, softly. Butterflies invade my stomach, but when his tongue breaches my lips, my hands can’t stay still—I grab his face with both hands and pull him even closer, deepening the kiss.

We’re in a frenzy, touching each other, rutting against each other. I bite, lick, and suck on his lips, and it’s still not enough. I can never get close enough. “Hunter,” I whisper. “My Hunter. I missed this. I missed you.”

I’m weak for you.

Hunter pulls away, halting his movements and gazing into my eyes. “I don’t know how to do this anymore.” He swallows hard. “I don’t know how to stay away.”

“Then don’t,” I shake my head and grab the back of his, tangling my fingers in his hair, “fucking stop.”

He slams his lips back to mine, then drags them across my bottom lip as he pulls away. His mouth is suddenly everywhere—my face, my jaw, my neck, my chest. He takes one nipple between his lips and sucks, and my hips buck off the bed. His hands roam my body and settle at my hips, and when they squeeze and pull me against him, and our cocks rub against each other, I almost lose my mind.

Hunter reaches between us, gripping my cock and stroking it. He gathers my pre-cum and spreads it on the head, and grits his teeth. “Such a pretty little piercing,” He says softly, looking between us. His fist tightens on the upstroke, and his thumb brushes against my piercing. I tense and moan, needing him to do it again. “Does it feel good when I do this?” He repeats the motion and I moan again.

“Yes,” I whisper. “Please, don’t stop.”

Hunter smirks and lets me go, my dick slapping against my abs. I close my eyes, wishing he’d touch me again, not knowing if this is how it ends again. Last time, he didn’t let me come, and I don’t want a repeat of that. I want to see his face when he’s lost in pleasure. I want to see him unravel for me.

“Let me see that pretty cock, Ollie.” He licks his lips as I grip my base and push it back toward him. He puts our dicks against each other, pressing them together, then wraps his fists around both of our heads. “Fuck, baby, I want it so bad.”

I want it so bad.

I want it so bad.

I want it so bad.

“Take it,” I beg him, and he begins to stroke our cocks slowly, gripping us on the upstroke and making my eyes roll to the back of my head. I breathe hard, my chest heaving, and make a little sound I don’t even recognize. “Fuck, Hunter,” I cry out. “Faster, please.”

He obliges, going faster. It feels so fucking good my toes are curling, and it feels like I’m having a damn heat flash. My back begins to sweat from the pleasure, and I start to top from the bottom, my hips pumping in time with his strokes.

“That’s it.” Hunter’s voice sounds strangled, and a little moan escapes his lips. The added friction of me helping him is driving us both insane. “Fuck my fist.”

I do, lifting my hips over and over, my hands gripping his thighs now, blunt nails digging into his skin. The urge to close my eyes and get lost in the pleasure is strong, except I don’t want to miss a fucking second.

I don’t want to miss the heated look in his eyes and the way he bites his bottom lip to keep the sounds in. One day, I’m going to make him scream. I’ve missed out on it, and I want it so fucking bad.

“Right there.” I pant, my back arching as my hips buck off the bed. “Please, please, there.”

He keeps up the strokes the same way I’m begging for him to do, moaning in pleasure, just like me. “Fuck me,” Hunter chokes out. I gasp and moan as I get closer to my release, gripping Hunter’s thighs even harder. “You’re so fucking sexy, baby.”

Baby.

A shiver runs down my spine and my balls rise, tightening. “I’m close,” I say through gritted teeth. “I’m so close.”

“No way.” Hunter shakes his head, letting go of us.

He comes back up, slamming his lips to mine while thrusting his tongue into my mouth. My cock is hard against his abs, and he whimpers when I thrust up against him. It only makes me more desperate for him to touch me.

Please, please touch me.

“How close are you?” he asks me. “I want to try something.”

He buries his face into the crook of my neck and licks my skin, then bites it. I gasp, thrusting my hips up again, searching for friction. “So close. I’m gonna come as soon as you wrap your hand around it.”

Hunter suddenly licks his way down to my chest, then takes my nipple between his lips and sucks. I cry out and wrap my hand around the back of his head, holding him there. Fuck, I’m so obsessed with him and everything he does.

I let go of his head when he drags his teeth over my nipple and whimper. His tongue licks a path down my abdomen, until he gets to where my dick rests against it. He licks around the head, tasting my pre-cum, and a shiver runs down my spine.

“Oh, God.” I moan. “Please.”

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