Page 64 of Antidote

“Please, what?” he asks me, licking around the head again, then over my piercing. “What do you want?”

“Suck me,” I beg. “Please, baby, suck my dick.”

He wraps his lips around the head, sucking tentatively, and my hands fist the sheets. Hunter moans as his head bobs up and down, and I stay still for him, panting, making little sounds I don’t even recognize as my own. I’m so needy for him—for what he can give me.

He’s hesitant at first and sucks me with what seems to be curiosity, yet he seems to want to please me. On the way back up, he sucks on just the head and licks my piercing over and over. My hips buck off the bed and I curse as he keeps paying special attention to it, wrapping his hand around my cock and stroking it.

“Ohmyfuckinggod,” I curse. “Yes.”

He doesn’t stop. Instead, he strokes me faster and sucks my head slowly between his lips, twirling his tongue over and over.

“That feels so fucking good, Hunt.” I gasp, and butterflies erupt in my stomach when he groans and doubles his efforts. “You’re doing perfect.”

I fist the sheets harder, trying to restrain myself from grabbing his hair since it’s his first time, but I finally snap. My fist wraps around his hair, and my back bows off the bed. “Hunter,” I chant, “Oh, God, Hunter, I’m gonna come.”

He moans around my length as I feel tingling all over my body. My balls draw up tightly and I breathe in harshly as he takes me to the back of his throat again, and on the way up, I shoot my load in his mouth. Once my dick softens between his lips, he pulls away from me and crawls his way back up my body.

I grab the back of his head and kiss him, and when he thrusts his tongue between my lips, I taste my cum. He’s feeding it back to me, and we both moan. I fucking love it.

“Mine,” Hunter growls as he pulls away. I think I’ve died and gone to heaven. “You’re still so fucking mine.”

I pant, and I watch Hunter staring down at me while his chest heaves. He collapses on top of me, and when he turns his head and kisses my cheek tenderly, his pillowy lips lingering on my skin, I close my eyes.

I whimper, but I’m not playing this game. I flip him onto his back, spreading his legs for me, and press my nose to his groin and inhale. He smells like citrus and him. Like home. “I’m gonna make you come, baby,” I whisper, my lips brushing against his skin.

I feel him shiver, and his hands come to the back of my head as he pushes up against my face. I smile and lick his balls, taking one into my mouth and sucking. The sound of pleasure he lets out makes my own balls rise toward my body, and I have to fight the urge to stroke myself from how turned on I am all over again.

“Fuck,” he chokes out when my fingers ghost over his hole, and the need to have him inside of me increases. This slow fucking torture is making me crave it. “Please.”

“I want you to come in my mouth,” I whisper.

“Yeah?” His voice makes my heart start to pound in my chest, my blood rushing in my ears. It’s been years since I’ve had my lips wrapped around his cock, and I need it more than I need air. “Put your mouth on me, Ollie. Please, fuck.”

My hand wraps around his cock, and I lick the head. “I’m gonna suck you so fucking good, Hunt.”

A thrill runs down my spine as I lick it like a lollipop, thrusting my tongue into his slit lightly. Hunter groans, reaching for my head, but I slap his hand away. I know he wants to fuck my face, but all in due time.

I uncap the lube, running my fingertips over his balls and taint again, and his dick jumps. “I want…I don’t know what I want,” Hunter whispers.

“Trust me?” I whisper back. Such a loaded question. “I’m gonna make you see stars.”

I slather lube over his hole, and he tenses from the cold temperature. “That’s so cold.” He groans.

“You won’t feel that in a minute,” I assure him. “I’m going to make you feel good now, okay?”

He doesn’t get a chance to answer because I wrap my lips around his cock. I’m floating on a cloud of bliss, finally getting to do this again. He moans when I swirl my tongue around the head and then take him to the back of my throat. “Fuck,” he whispers, and I smile around him. “Keep doing that…”

I do it again, and again, and again.

When my finger starts skimming over his rim, he clenches, but when I put pressure behind my touch and take him to the back of my throat at the same time, he moans so long and loud that I groan around his cock too. His body tenses the more I deepthroat him, and his hands find my hair. He grips the strands lightly as if he’s afraid to hurt me, so I reach a hand up to tighten his grip around my hair. He obliges, finally pulling until tears sting my eyes.

My head bobs up and down, and when I pull back and wrap my lips around the head of his cock, he curses. My tongue twirls around it, over and over, and when he spreads his legs wider, I slowly thrust a finger into his ass. He tenses again even as I keep on pushing. He’s rebelling, trying to keep me out, so I squeeze his thigh reassuringly.

Taking him to the back of my throat again, I swallow him down. I’m trying to tell him to relax, and when he does, my finger breaches the tight ring of muscle and I thrust it all the way to my knuckle. I let go of his cock, giving attention to his balls instead. A shiver runs down my spine when he groans, and my dick throbs.

“Fuck, baby.” He moans as my finger picks up the pace, and he starts fucking it back. “More,” he begs. “Please, more.”

A second finger breaches him. “Relax, Hunt,” I whisper, kissing the inside of his thigh. “You’re doing so good for me.”

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