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“I think so.” Hunter’s forehead creased.
“How do you feel?”
“Amazing.” Slightly turning, Hunter trailed his lips across Ethan's chest, leaving a path of fire in their wake. It was the most forward and brazen he’d ever been, and Ethan’s head fell back against the headboard as he enjoyed the sensations.
Placing a hand on Hunter’s head, Ethan urged him to go lower, as he used his other hand to release his fly and push his pants below his hips. Despite the awkward fumbling, their bodies moved in perfect harmony until Hunter’s face was in his crotch and licked like a savage over his cock and nuts.
Mindlessly, Ethan lifted and lowered his buttocks from the mattrass in an age-old rhythm, as Hunter explored his body. Gripping Hunter’s hips, it took a bit of maneuvering and urging, but finally Hunter straddled his face, and he could suck and lick him, while the man mirrored his every move.
Gradually, their groans and moans mingled and filled the room, as their movements became bolder and they sucked hard, using hands to massage and squeeze to add to the pleasure.
Heat raced up Ethan’s spine with a telling tingle and beneath his hands Hunter’s balls drew up. They were both ready.
Ethan lifted his head. “Swallow it all, subbie,” he ordered before engulfing Hunter’s dick with his mouth and sucking for all he was worth. He pumped his hips once, twice and his cock exploded with mind-numbing pleasure while he sucked Hunter’s cock dry with forceful pulls from his mouth.
Chapter 11
As the contented hum of their shared orgasm faded, a gradual descent from the exhilarating heights set in. Hunter's body was languid in the aftermath. His muscles relaxed, and his breath slowed to a steady, calming rhythm.
With Ethan's taste in his mouth, the world around him took on a gentle, hazy quality. He watched Ethan move and noticed how his earlier fluid grace was replaced by a more languid pace. It was like watching the slow retreat of the tide, leaving behind the deep, indelible impressions of their shared experience in the wet sand of his consciousness.
When Ethan rose from the bed, Hunter allowed him to take him into the shower stall. The man must be a mind reader. Beneath the hot-water jets, they explored each other’s bodies with calm and patient strokes.
Despite the mother of all orgasms only minutes ago, a tingling began at the base of his neck. While he wasn't in the mood for more sex, his cock nevertheless swelled. With his hands covered in suds, he reverently washed Ethan's body, lingering on each and every tattoo. He also discovered a few scars. The man's skin was like a book in a foreign script, and he needed to know, touch, and understand.
Taking extra care, he washed Ethan's firm buttocks, neatly trimmed groin area, and his heavy sack and cock. Despite being flaccid, Ethan still packed a solid couple of inches and Hunter grinned when the flesh hardened beneath his strokes.
"You like the effect you have on me, don't you?" Ethan rumbled.
"I do." Hunter licked over the tip for good measure, and chuckled when Ethan curled his hands beneath Hunter's armpits and yanked him upright.
"My turn." Ethan pressed a hard kiss to his mouth before spinning Hunter around and pushing him against the shower tiles. Hunter braced himself as Ethan's fingers traced the paths pain and pleasure had carved just hours before. Hunter almost jumped as a sharp slapping sound preceded a searing heat in his right ass cheek.
Ethan gripped the rounded flesh in his hand and squeezed. Hard.
Jesus.
A hot mouth suckled on Hunter's earlobe, and he had to lock his knees to prevent his legs from giving out.
With a sharp nip, Ethan released his ear and whispered, "I love leaving my marks on you, but there's time for more later. Let's go home."
After drying, they collected their clothes. Hunter had never taken this long to get dressed. The process was constantly interrupted by heated glances and fleeting touches, each small contact reigniting the sparks.
After tidying the room and gathering their belongings from the locker, the air around them was thick with unspoken words and simmering tension. Hunter felt the weight of each glance from Ethan, heavy with meaning and promise, like sparks waiting to catch fire. As they moved together, they kept the night's intensity alive in the space between them.
Hunter's senses were acutely tuned to Ethan’s every move: the way his shirt clung to his shower-heated skin, the occasional whiff of the shower gel blended with Ethan’s unique scent, and the deliberate, yet seemingly casual brushes of contact. Each touch sent a shiver down Hunter's spine and a longing through his body that was hard to ignore.
After the intensity of their scene at Thorns & Roses, Ethan couldn't let Hunter ride his Harley home. There was something unspoken, yet profoundly clear in the way he acknowledged this decision; their scene had woven a silent agreement between them. As the Master in their relationship, Ethan would guide, and Hunter would follow. Not blindly obedient but handing over the reins, nevertheless.
As they gathered their things, Ethan's heart raced with exhilaration and openness. In that quiet moment, Ethan knew he would do anything to protect Hunter. An overwhelming desire to be the strength Hunter needed made Ethan’s chest tighten. Ethan wanted to shield Hunter from any harm, physical or emotional. He felt a responsibility, not just as a partner in their scene but as someone who now held a piece of Hunter's trust and vulnerability in his hands.
As they stepped out into the cooler night air, Ethan gently, but with determined care, steered Hunter away from his motorcycle. He could feel the slight tension in Hunter's body at being led, but it melted away under Ethan's firm, yet reassuring grip.
At his car, Ethan opened the passenger door and helped Hunter settle into the passenger seat. Ignoring the man’s scowl, he fastened Hunter's seatbelt and kissed the angry expression right from his face, before walking to the driver’s side and sliding in.
“You’re not steady enough on your feet to drive your Harley, Crosscut, but you have choices—your home or mine?”
Hunter considered the question so long Ethan almost didn’t expect him to answer.
