Page 13 of Hunting for Love

“Zander,” I gasp against his lips before surging forward and kissing him again, this time harder. My hand continues stroking him, wanting him to feel good, wanting him to come. Wanting him to comefor me.

Where is this possessive side coming from? There’s a feeling welling up inside of me, screaming for me to be the source of Zander’s pleasure. I’ve never felt like this but instead of shying away, I embrace it.

When Zander’s lips open, I follow suit, following his lead. His tongue dips into my mouth and I’m lost. I’m completely swept away in emotions and feelings and pleasure. Nothing will ever feel like this again, nothing will compare to the feeling of Zander pressed against me, kissing me, tasting me. I might not have a full understanding of true mates but in this moment, feelingaddictedto Zander, I start tofeelwhat being a true mate means.

“I’m gonna come,” Zander says, his voice cutting off with a cry. “Please, Ronny. Keep going. You’re gonna make me come.”

I keep doing exactly what I’m doing, not wanting to change a single thing and throw my rhythm off. Zander’s face merges into the very picture of pleasure, his brows scrunched up, his bottom lip between his teeth. His hips chase my hand and it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.

My own cock is rock hard, on the edge of finishing without even being touched a single time. Just watching Zander move and moan and kiss me is enough to have me on the very edge.

“Oh fuck,” Zander cries out moments before his cock pulses in my palm. I feel his hot cum hit my stomach and my groin, covering my cock. Fuck. I’ve never felt like this before, so out of control, so wanton. “Fuck. Ronny!”

I stroke him through his orgasm until he’s biting my shoulder and squirming from aftershocks and over sensitivity. I finally let go of his cock, bringing my hand to my mouth. I’m not sure what comes over me but without really thinking it through, I lick his cum from my fingers, needing to taste him. Zander wants me with hooded lids, his cheeks probably as red as my own.

“Fuck, that was hot.”

“Yeah?” I ask, self-consciously.

“Hell yes. Is it okay if I touch you?”

I let out a shaky breath. “You don’t have to. This was about taking care of you, Zander.”

“And I've been taken care of,” he says with a smirk, gesturing towards his soft cock. “Can I make you come, Ronny?”

My head spins from how fast arousal hits me. I nod my head. “Yes. Please, Zander.”

Zander smiles as he runs his palm over my toned stomach, collecting his own cum into his hand before using it to stroke my dick. Holy fucking shit. He’s using his own cum to ease the path of his hand as he touches me. Why is that so fucking hot?

“Now you’ll smell just right,” he breathes, making my brain melt from how fucking hot his words are. It takes an embarrassingly short amount of time for my orgasm to take me.

“Zander,” I breathe out, letting out a choked noise as I’m overcome with pleasure. Zander kisses me, biting my bottom lip as I come in his hand, adding to the mess on my stomach and groin.

“Gods,” Zander says against my lips and I can feel the way he’s smiling. “That was so hot, Ronny. You’re perfect.”

I’m not really sure what to say to that. No one’s ever made me come before, no one’s ever looked at me and sawperfection. Is that what having a true mate entails? Coming and compliments? Gods, I could get used to this.

“Thank you,” I whisper, not really knowing what else to say.

“We should get cleaned up and head back to camp,” Zander says as he gently lets go of my cock.

We both quickly use the shower spray to clean ourselves before stepping out of the shower. “Umm,” I murmur, realizing we don’t have towels. “This is… this is a bit awkward.”

Zander chuckles warmly as he steps over to the automatic hand dryer, bending over and using it to dry himself as best as he can. We both try to fit under it which doesn’t work, even a little. We end up giggling uncontrollably and I’m not sure my chest has ever felt sobright.

“I don’t have any clothes,” Zander says, wrapping his arm around his middle.

“Here,” I murmur, picking up my pants and hoodie, handing them over. Thankfully, we stopped in town to grab clothes for both Zander and JJ before parking our RVs. He’ll have clothes waiting for him back at camp, but for now, we’ll have to make do. “You take these. I’ll just wear my boxers and shirt back.”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive. Let me take care of you.”

Zander’s cheeks turn a pretty pink color as he slides into my jeans. They’re too long for him but fit for the most part around his hips. “I’m not used to this,” he whispers, “someone taking care of me.”

“Well,” I say, pulling my shirt over my head and looking over at him. “Hopefully it’ll become something that’s second nature. I’m not sure how this whole true mate thing is supposed to go but already I’m attached,” I confess softly. “I want you near me, I want youhere. And I’m willing to put in the work it takes to be with you.” Then I quickly add, “you know, if that’s okay with you?”

The smile I get in response is the most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen. It steals my breath and makes my heart flutter within my chest. “That’s very okay with me.”

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