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Hollywood’s teasing voice ruins my after-orgasm seventh heaven. “Bravo! Nice ending! We are leaving the premises. Go nuts about it.”
“Like there’s morenutsthan that?” The rude one makes a disgusted sound.
“We’ll be at the pet shelter,” the silent one adds.
I’m shocked my brain is still working after that out-of-this-world, meeting-green-aliens climax.
“Fuck! The boys,” Hunter groans, placing a hand on his face. Did I make him forget about them? Nice to see I affect him as much as he does me. I thought I lost my mojo for a second.
“Don’t sweat your dick off, old man. It’s nothing we haven’t heard before,” Hollywood says before I hear footsteps receding.
Grizzly climbs up next to me and drops himself down on the sheets. His forearm is covering his eyes, making his biceps bulge and his body stretch for my ogling pleasure. He’s so…big. His skin is caliginous beauty. It makes me think of a smooth, peaceful, vast night sky, or the dark, silent, mysterious depths of the ocean. I just want to dive right into him and get lost.
The smattering of dark hair across his chest becomes narrow on his belly, turning into a neat happy trail that points to his soft, but stillvery impressive dick. I make a mental note to lick, suck, and bite my way down that treasure trail next.
I turn on my side to face him. The feel of the cool sheets under my body, the light smell of sweat and sex, and the tingling still cruising inside my gut are assurance enough that my senses are working. But I need more.
“Can I explore?”
A knowing smirk dances on his lips as he tucks his hand under his pillow, making his other bicep twist and flex. I take that as an invitation.
My fingers start trailing down his large nose, red, shiny, puffed lips, and squared jaw. I feel the light shiver running through his body, and now it’s my time to smirk.
I’ve never done this. Touched someone without the purpose of sex, without being horny and lost to my desire. It’s different. There’s no fervor or impatience. I’m still filled with desire and intense yearning, but the sweet, slowly growing kind. I’m indulging in Hunter. Enjoying the calm pleasure that touching him and smelling him gives me.
“Are you sure the wicked trio left? The rude one’s glowering face isn’t going to pop up outside that window, right?” I’m circling his nipple when I realize that the fingers of my other hand are twined with his, stroking his palm with my pinky. I must have done it without thought.
“The rude one?” He moves his forearm, bringing our laced hands up, to look at me.
“Don’t know his name. He has a bedroom that looks like a bomb went off.”
“Ash.”
“And Hollywood, his clean doppelgänger?” I move to the other, small nipple.
His chest rises and falls under my exploration. “Ren. And Dare is…”
“The silent one,” I finish for him. “Do they always spy on you fucking, Papa Bear?”
He grunts with displeasure. “No, I don’t bring people home.”
“I’m the first? I’m flattered.” My tone is teasing, but that new, possessive part of me likes it very much.
My fingers keep going down to his belly, and I can’t resist. I slide my body closer and stroke and rub my face all over it. Soft, smooth, and slightly hairy, it’s paradise. I moan in ecstasy as I take in Hunter’s rich smell. His hand twists in my hair, and I lift my head.
My mouth waters as my eyes are captured by the fully erect, ten inches—give or take—of uncut cock pointing up. It’s begging me to be licked, sucked, and fucked.
“I didn’t bring you here. You showed up unannounced.”
I need a minute to register his words. “Technicality. You have a virgin bed. We need to rectify that situation, pronto. Your angry, hungry dick looks on board.” I wrap my hand around it and give it a long pump from tip to base.
Just as I’m about to go down and feast on it, Hunter slides off the bed, pushing me off him, and walks to the other side of his bedroom, stopping in front of the beige dresser. His ass is perfection. High, round, peachy, with jiggling, curvy cheeks.
“I want to rim you so badly,” I confess.
The horny whimper never leaves my chest, because when he turns with lube and a condom in his hands, the sight of his spectacular, blinding smile steals all the air from my lungs.
He walks back and kneels on the bed. I don't waste any time and impatiently hold out my hand. Hunter grabs it, and before pouring lube over my fingers, he moves them to his mouth and sucks them, hard. His wet tongue ruthlessly twists among my fingers while his warm lips pull them deeper inside his hot, slurping mouth. My sated cock turns half-hard, and my balls seem to grow against the lace as he lets my shiny fingers go with a pop. I open my mouth in a silent moan and then grit my teeth as I move the thong aside and push two slick fingers in.
