Page 78 of The Revenge Agenda

“Why don’t you try it and see?”

In other words, yes, yes he does. And that knowledge is thrilling as hell. Not only is my dick achingly on board, giving Hunter all the power in this situation, having to trust that he’s going to make it good … I want that. Fuck, I hope he actually follows through. Ian was always great in bed until he got off, and then everything would come to a fizzled-out end. I want more than that. I want to share. Give and take. To know that the man I’m with actually cares if I enjoy myself as well.

“I’m sorry I doubted your generosity.” My voice is syrupy sweet as I widen my legs. “You’re so kind to be helping me like this. To be inspecting every inch of me. I need you, Hunter. I need you to make sure I did such a good job.”

His eyes darken as they drop to my dick. “Better put you out of your misery, then.” He leans in, nose dragging over my sensitive sac, inhale rushing across my skin. “Smells so good. Sweet.”

“It’s apricots,” I tell him.

“Mm, I can tell. But do you taste like apricots too?”

“You might need to test that theory.” His eyes flick up toward me, and I add, “Pretty please.”

“If you need me to.”

“I really, really do.”

“I guess it would be cruel to leave us both curious.”

Then Hunter licks the flat of his tongue from my taint, over my balls, and all the way up my shaft. He dips into my slit, flicks his tongue around the top, and then his mouth comes down over my tip. The suction, the pressure, the glorious damp heat engulfs me little by little. His mouth is stretched wide, lips red and shiny, thick jaw spread open to take my girth, and fuck me, the man can suck a cock.

He swallows around me, letting my cock slip into his throat as he buries his nose in my pubes, and then he pulls off in one smooth move.

“Just like I thought.” His big hand closes around me, and I thrust into his fist. “Fucking delicious.”

“Does it taste like … like apricots?”

“Hmm …” The sound rumbles in his chest. “I think I’m going to need another taste. More thorough this time.”

“Take as long as you need. We want to be accurate, after all.”

He dives back onto me, not taking time to fuck around with our act, and there’s something so hot about seeing Hunter greedy for me. About fucking into his mouth and having him want more. His blow job goes from controlled to unleashed in a second flat, and where he’d steadily taken me into his throat before, I’m pummeling it now.

It’s fucking sloppy and unhinged, and even when he scrapes his teeth over my burningly tight shaft, it only makes my balls ache more.

Him between my legs is a brand-new sight that I want to revisit. Constantly. In the near future. Because oh, holy hell, the things he’s doing with his tongue are criminal.

I grip his hair, loving the messy strands between my fingers, and when his intense gaze pings up to meet mine, it sets off a jolt deep in my gut. I want to beg him to look again. To reignite that spark and let me burn in the feeling.

His hand wraps around me, jerking me in firm, smooth strokes to the same rhythm as his mouth. I’m rapidly heading toward my orgasm, not wanting to stop it, hoping that it stays like this, this frenzied, this mind zapping, right until the end. But it doesn’t feel … right. To be lying here. Doing nothing. Being rewarded with the best damn blow job I’ve maybe ever had.

I have no idea where the voice comes from, but I manage to gasp out, “Don’t you want me to touch you? Shouldn’t I … I … help you out? Make you feel good?”

Hunter pulls off, continuing to jerk me while his other hand wraps around my balls. “The only thing I want from you is more of those sexy fucking sounds you’re making. Because they’re making me feel very, very good. My cock can wait.” He attacks the hinge of my hip with a messy kiss slash bite. “Yours can’t. The desperate thing is begging me to finish the job, and I really can’t wait to taste you.”

“Oh, fuck.” My free hand tangles in my own hair as the other grips Hunter’s head like it’s a lifeline. He takes me back in his mouth, bobbing up and down, sucking hard, licking and jerking until he takes me off this fucking earth.

I plant my heels on the bed, diving into this feeling, this high, as I fuck his face and wonder when the hell sex ever got this good. He’s going to suck me dry. He’s going to leave me desperate to have this again.

His hair is soft between my fingers, rapid breaths loud in the room, and the sight of my cock pistoning in between those plush lips has my balls pulling tighter.

I can’t stop myself grunting. Over and over. High creeping up fast, getting ready, bringing me to the edge.

I hover there for a moment, desperate to fall over the side and not sure if I can do it. Not sure if I can trust this is about to happen and not be taken away from me, but Hunter only sucks harder, fingertips dancing over that spot behind my balls.

It’s too much. The pressure in my cock builds and builds and explodes. I come into his mouth, feeling him swallow around me, legs twitching with each pulse in my balls. Hunter takes his time to lick me clean as the aftershocks die down and reality sneaks back in.

Hunter pulls off and licks his lips as he pushes to his knees. “Exactly like apricot.”

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