Page 45 of Hurting Hunter
He mirrored Ethan's movements almost subconsciously, stepping closer under the pretense of helping. Each time their hands brushed—a casual touch that sent shivers up his spine—Hunter's breath caught in his throat. He leaned in closer, drawn by a magnetic pull he no longer cared to resist, his voice dropping to a softer timbre. “How about going upstairs?”
“Are we topping from the bottom, boy?” Ethan gave him his ‘bad cop’ stare and delight had the small hairs on Hunter’s arms and the back of his neck stand to attention.
His neck heated as he tried to gauge Ethan’s reaction. But the desire to bring Ethan closer overpowered any doubts. With a deep breath that lifted his chest, Hunter reached out, his hand finally resting gently on the small of Ethan’s back.
Like an elastic band, the sexual tension between them snapped.
They met in a clash of tongues and teeth, and groping hands, oblivious of their surroundings. All the pent-up energy and frustration burst from them and got channeled in a tangle of body parts and lust.
Hunter hopped on one leg with his mouth still fused with Ethan’s as he struggled to unzip his boot.
The footwear dropped on the wooden floor with a dull thud. More thuds followed as Ethan followed his example.
Hunter’s back collided with something hard. He didn’t care. All he wanted was Ethan’s taste and scent in his mouth and on his skin. He wanted to sink into the feeling of being one with the man he loved.
They stumbled up the stairs, leaving shoes, boots, belts, and pieces of clothing behind like a perverted breadcrumb trail.
The only item of clothing Hunter took care with was his cut. No biker worth his salt would ever drop that symbol of brotherhood and loyalty to the floor. His heart ached for a moment as the leather clothing reminded him of the betrayal from a trusted brother. Understanding his motives was one thing, forgiving his actions would take time, forgetting it… That would probably never happen.
His momentary distraction quickly faded to the background when Ethan cupped his cock and squeezed until Hunter’s eyes crossed and he had to work not to flinch away.
“That’s better. I want you here with me.” Ethan pressed firm lips against his mouth and Hunter let him in.
After weeks of tension and fear, every nerve ending came alive like Christmas candles in a tree. His world narrowed to where their bodies were touching, and he rubbed himself against the hard planes of Ethan’s physique. Ethan pulled back and took Hunter firmly by the shoulders and cautioned, “Woah, woah, slow down.”
“But I want you, Sir.” Hunter hated the whine in his voice, but he couldn’t help it.
“Don’t worry, boy. I’m yours and you are mine.” With a firm shove, Ethan pushed Hunter onto the bed.
Hunter let out a startled grunt as he bounced on the mattrass. He was only wearing his tight black boxer briefs. The fabric stretched over a delicious bulge.
Ethan’s eyes roamed over Hunter’s body and took all those tattoos and muscles in.
Mine, mine, mine! his heart sang.
Everything on Hunter was appealing, his short-trimmed grey beard, his short-cropped, slightly curly hair, and his well-groomed body.
Ethan wriggled a finger under the waistband and snapped the elastic against Hunter’s hip. “Take that off.”
Hunter hurried to obey, putting his feet flat on the mattrass and pushing his ass up. His marble-white buttocks were on full display and Ethan couldn’t resist. Catching his upper legs with one forearm, he kneaded the globes and gave them a few firm swats until the skin glowed.
Ethan pushed a finger between Hunter’s buttocks and slid inside easily. Stepping back, he allowed Hunter to lower his legs and he gazed at the fully erect, straight cock pointing toward Hunter’s belly button. Ethan grabbed him by his balls and squeezed them. Hunter’s cock twitched and leaked precum.
Wanting his lover’s taste in his mouth, Ethan leaned forward and licked over Hunter’s entire length. His breath hitched.
Nice.
Ethan smirked. He loved to suck Hunter dry before fucking him and watching his cock go hard again as he reamed his asshole.
After wetting his lips, he took a firm hold at the base of Hunter’s cock and enjoyed how the man’s belly muscles fluttered.
Using the flat of his tongue, he licked the full length of Hunter’s cock, enjoying the salty taste and the pronounced veins. Teasing him further, Ethan flicked his tongue over the spongy head, and dipped the tip into the slit to lap up some of his precum.
With other men, he often strived to get them off as quickly as possible but with Hunter, this wasn’t means to an end.
Hunter’s butt came off the bed.
Anchoring his lover with his arms over muscled thighs, Ethan sucked hard and used one hand to massage Hunter’s balls.
