Page 50 of Passion and Payback

I put my hand over his as he touched the crotch of my pants. “I didn’t go into this expecting?—”

“I never said you did,” he interrupted as he began undoing my pants, which took an extra few seconds, I noticed a little smugly, as his fingers were still shaking from his orgasm. Or at least I hoped it was from that and not nerves at what he was about to do.

There was no denying the sense of relief when he finally got them undone and slid his hand into my boxer briefs to pull me free. It took him a moment of carefully pulling before he managed it, and I reached out to stroke his soft, slightly damp hair as he did.

“Jesus,” he murmured as he looked. “I knew you were big, but seeing it in person.”

“It’s notthatbig,” I protested.

“It may not be a monster, but if you don’t call that gorgeous, you’re crazy.”

I laughed. “Flattery isn’t one of my kinks.”

“I might have to start taking inventory of what your kinks are,” he said, eyeing my dick. “I’m uh…really out of practice.”

“If you don’t want to, you don’t have to. I can take care of it later.”

“Or…you can take care of it now,” he said, the uncertainty disappearing from his eyes and looking up in interest at me. “I always did like watching a guy pleasure himself, and you? That would be even better. No point in you having blue balls for our dinner after all.”

Not that the last part was strictly necessary. I could already feel the ache in my groin from how excited I was. “Heh, I was going to deal with it while you finished getting ready. Not sure I could have made it to tonight.”

“Then let’s not waste it,” he said, pushing at my dick with the tip of his nose in a strangely endearing gesture.

I didn’t need to be told twice. If this was how he wanted to share intimacy tonight, then that was what I would go with. It wasn’t strictly about our pleasure but also getting him as comfortable as possible, not just with me, but with the idea of being intimate again. Despite all his plans, mine was hoping he could regain what was stolen so horribly two years ago.

Gripping my cock, I began slowly tugging it, not because that was the norm for me, but because I was already pent up and on the edge as it was. The sight of him positioned under my cock, clearly waiting for me to come all over him, was not helping. I had never let myself dream of this fantasy, but it was definitely going to get added to the memory bank in case I ever needed it.

I was jolted out of focusing on not getting off too quickly when he tilted his head back and ran his tongue along the underside of my head. The low buzz of my approaching orgasm was hastened with a sudden zing of pleasure and arousal from the sight and feel. It wasn’t helped when he gave a genuine groan of pleasure, placing his lips over the tip and nursing gently.

“Oh God,” I said, realizing it was the first sound I’d made since I’d started. I was too accustomed to needing to be quiet with someone and alone. Between cramped quarters when I was younger and cramped quarters in the military, privacy and respect for shared space were paramount. “Hunter…fucking hell.”

It was every fantasy I’d ever had about him and all the ones I’d never dared indulge in, all wrapped up in one moment. The sight of him, naked, crouched before me on the bed, the head of my cock in his mouth while I jerked off in anticipation of making a mess of his mouth or face, was everything I’d ever wanted.

There hadalwaysbeen something incredibly arousing about the sight of a man below me as I got my rocks off. Maybe it was ingrained in me that I got off with a man in a submissive position as opposed to a woman. Or maybe it formed after being surrounded by the hyper-masculine environment that was the military. Just the sight of a man below me had an effect that was unbelievably hard to explain and impossible to resist.

Hunter wasn’t just any man, though. He was the man of my dreams. The first person I had ever developed genuine feelings for, romantic and sexual, along with the platonic ones we’d built between us. It didn’t matter if he was the scrawny guy with a mop of blond hair I’d known when we were younger or the older, well-built man with better style and a clean haircut. This wasHunter.

That thought broke the last thread of control I had left. With only one hand free, my last conscious thought was to reach downand gently cup the side of his head, making sure to give him room to pull away if he wanted. I grunted as the first blast hit the back of his throat, making him choke for a moment and pull back.

I groaned as the second pulse sent a shockwave of pleasure through me, bigger than the last, as I painted Hunter’s face. It felt like each spurt built on the previous. My body went iron-tight, filling to the brim with pleasure as my mind was wiped free of thought. When I didn’t think it could get better, Hunter’s mouth returned to the head of my cock for the last few pulses, sucking gently and pulling a low growl of pleasure from me as I watched his cum covered mouth suck down the rest.

My knees wobbled as I gently extracted myself from his mouth with a chuckle. “Wasn’t expecting you to participate like that.”

“I kinda realized that if you came, you might risk getting it on yourself, and that’s a bitch to clean,” he said, cocking his head. “But I wasn’t expecting to choke on the first one. You go off like a cannon.”

“So I noticed,” I said, looking over his face with a faint stirring in my groin and then onto his hair and then the bed behind him. “I made a mess of you…and the bed.”

He turned, laughing when he saw what I’d done. “Well, sheets can be washed, and hair is easier to clean than expensive fabric.”

“Mmm,” I hummed thoughtfully, unable to stop myself from running a thumb over his face to draw some of my mess to his mouth. He didn’t hesitate to accept, sucking on my thumb as he cleaned the digit. Jesus, I was going to be in trouble if we ever managed to have a sex life without inhibition. He was going to have me wrapped around his little finger. “You could always go like this, it looks good on you.”

He let out a bark of laughter and pushed me away. “Get out of here, you jackass. I’m not going to a nice restaurant with your load all over my face.”

“You could be a trailblazer for a new fashion trend, I’m just saying.”

“I think I’ll leave that in someone else’s much more capable, if not insane, hands, thanks.”

“Fine, fine,” I said, quickly pulling out my phone while he looked for his clothes. I snatched a quick picture when he turned in confusion.

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