Page 49 of Passion and Payback

Either he was more excited than I thought, or he was the type to make a mess because a layer of clear liquid was already smeared over the head. Making sure to lock my eyes with his, I leaned forward and ran my tongue from the bottom up to the top. Hunter sucked in his bottom lip as he watched me intently, his bare chest rising and falling rapidly.

Considering I hadn’t seen any negative reactions, I figured I was safe so long as his dick and my mouth were involved at the same time, which worked just fine for me. I could distract myself from the primal desire to sink myself into him by taking him into my mouth instead.

Not wasting any more time, and not just because we needed to consider commute time for the reservation, I took him into my mouth. His reaction was immediate, his eyelids fluttering shut as his fingers gripped the sheet tightly. If I could have grinned, I would have, but instead, I continued taking more and more of him into my mouth and then my throat.

My pants weren’t made to be kneeling on floors, but I was able to hold onto the bed to keep myself from sliding as I took him to the root. Hunter let out a low sound of pleasure as my throat squeezed and pulsed around his sensitive cock, holding him in place as I stared up at him. All the previous fear and worry was gone, and I wanted it to stay that way.

Keeping a grip on the base, I slid back, sucking on the head gently and then roughly. It was the second that earned a sharp gasp, his fingers sliding into my hair and trying to find purchase in the short strands. I continued to suck hard as I slid down to bring him back into my throat. He thrust up into my mouth with a rough noise, his fingers biting into my scalp.

Now, I knew precisely what he needed from me, and I was more than ready to give it to him. My cock strained painfully inmy underwear as I worked up a rhythm. Sucking hard, I went deep, pulling back to do it again, not caring how noisy it was and hoping I didn’t make a mess of myself in the process.

For that bit of experimentation, I was rewarded with Hunter making all sorts of noise. Every groan was deep, each moan drawn out, and he gasped whenever I did somethingjustright. His fingers had hooked onto the underside of my head, his hips pushing up every time I pulled back.

After a while, I let him have the control he was scrambling for. The result was him fucking my face as I tried to keep up with his new pace and rhythm, but it was worth it. All his worries, his stresses, the fears over what would crop up during something as intimate and bonding as sex with someone you cared about were utterly gone. Instead, he took what I was offering and rode it as far as possible.

“Kai,” he panted, his movements stuttered and sharp, and I knew what he was trying to say. He was trying to draw back from me, but with the bed beneath him, he had nowhere to go. I showed him no mercy, keeping him firmly in my mouth as I continued to suck with the same intensity and enthusiasm as before. “Kai!”

The last was said with a low cry as his body stiffened. His fingers dug into the skin of my neck, his legs curling up to press into my shoulders as his instincts took over and thrust his cock as deep into my throat as it would go. His breath came out in a hiss as I felt his first pulse against my tongue. Without realizing it, he had locked me into a position where each spurt went down my throat, and I couldn’t move without risking hurting one of us. Not that I minded in the slightest. The feeling of him pulsing in my throat as he gripped me hard, lost in the throes of passion and pleasure, was more than enough to keep me in one spot.

When his body finally relaxed, it came in a rush as he went limp around me. With a sigh, his feet dropped with a mutedthump onto the carpet, his hands slipping gently away from my head, and I was able to remove his softening cock from my mouth. The only response I got was when I playfully licked the tip, earning a grunt of protest and a feeble twitch.

“Don’t,” he said in a low, whiny voice that made me smile. “Evil.”

“I have my moments,” I said, getting up off my knees and turning to look at the full-length mirror on the wall. At first, I was just making sure my suit hadn’t been rumpled too much by what we’d just done. It looked relatively untouched, though I was glad I still didn’t have enough hair to mess up, considering how much his fingers had been in it.

Then, I was distracted by the sight in the mirror, not realizing how it looked from an outside perspective. There he was, naked as the day he was born, looking amazing as his chest rose and fell, his cock still half hard as it lay against his thigh. And then there was me, looking almost proper for once as I stood there in a well-fitting suit. That was except for the noticeable bulge in the front of my pants that not even the fabric of the slacks or the underwear I was wearing could contain.

It was almost artistic…in a lewd and distinctly pornographic way, which was precisely why I pulled the phone out of my jacket and held it out. The sight of the phone in the picture ruined the ambiance slightly, but I could still appreciate it.

“Let me see that,” he muttered suddenly, picking himself up and putting his hands on my hips. “I want to make sure I don’t look like a hot mess.”

“You look hot,” I told him, bending down to kiss him before holding the phone out to show the best image.

He laughed slightly, taking the phone from me and eyeing the screen. “Looks like something you’d see at some exhibition for really gay pictures.”

“I’m choosing to take that as a compliment,” I said with a snort.

“You know, it’s wild that I forgot this, but I did.”

“What?”

“How good an eye you have with pictures. Did you ever use that camera I bought you?”

The nice one, probably years out of date, stowed away in my storage? “Uhh…I have it.”

“Oh, Kai.”

“It’s not like I was going to go anywhere doing that.”

“It wasn’t about going somewhere. It was about finding something you were good at and discovering if you enjoyed it too, which I always thought you did. Remember that digital camera I found that one day?”

“The one we never bothered to return? Yeah.”

“You went everywhere with it. Never wasted a chance to take pictures. There were a lot of good ones. Sucks that it got broke.”

“It did,” I said, taking my phone back. “But that’s life.”

“Mmm, that’s true,” he said, his smile returning. Now, let’s take care of you.”

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