Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 80774 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 404(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80774 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 404(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
“You’re so fucking wild,” he says, but strangely, it’s like he’s beaming when he says it.
“Is that a yes?”
“Yes,” Hunter answers.
I drop my head to his lap, sucking his half-hard dick into my mouth. He moans, his fingers finding their way into my hair again. Is that something he likes? Something he does with all his lovers, or only with me?
But that kind of thinking is dangerous.
I play with his balls, licking and kissing his shaft before sucking him again. It doesn’t take me long to get him hard. His skin tastes salty and so fucking delicious, and I take him deep, want to inhale every single part of him. Hunter hisses, thrusting his hips slightly, fucking into my mouth.
“Christ, Lucas. You’re so fucking good at this. You look so hot with my dick in your mouth.” Then, softly, reverently, “I can’t believe I’m here with you.”
That makes two of us, but instead of telling him that, I try to show him with my body how much I appreciate him, that I’ll worship at the altar of Hunter King for as long as he’ll let me.
Soon, his thighs tense, his hand in my hair tightening as he says, “Look at me. I want to look at you when I give you my load.”
It reminds me of when he was fucking me, how he changed positions, and how intense his gaze on me had been. Like somehow he’d needed it.
We make eye contact, his deep-blue eyes holding mine.
“Fuck…yes, Lucas,” he says, just before his cock jerks and spurts into my mouth. The first salty burst of cum on my tongue wakes up my senses, making me crave more.
I swallow down every bit that he gives me, savor it like my last meal, and when Hunter pulls me to him, holding my face in his hands as he kisses me, I realize how screwed I am.
Hunter King is going to break my heart…and I’m going to let him.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Hunter
I should return the favor after Lucas’s incredible blowjob—I can’t remember the last time I came twice in one night—but the past week comes crashing down on me, all the emotions of the first time with him, walking out, being miserable all week…missing him. That’s what I was doing, wasn’t it? I’d been missing Lucas. Then the game, realizing I wanted to talk to him about the game, coming here, deciding to keep doing whatever the fuck we’re doing. It’s a lot, and I’m not sure how to process it.
“I’m tired,” I admit.
Does he want me to go home? Do I want to go home? Everything feels upside down and confusing with Lucas, while at the same time, it’s so easy.
“Go to sleep, then,” Lucas says, as if that’s obvious.
“I could go if you want.”
“Stay, Hunt.” He peels himself from me, but I wrap my arms and legs around him like a barnacle.
“Don’t go.”
“Just taking a quick piss and turning out the lights. I’ll be right back.”
“Okay.” I let him up, wishing I didn’t have to. He’ll be gone for only a couple of minutes. It’s not normal to feel this clingy, is it? But then, he’s not a random guy I’m fucking. This is…Lucas and me. How is there a Lucas and me? Before the guilt can swoop in, I shut that thought down. I refuse to focus on that anymore. I won’t let myself.
I watch him walk into the bathroom, his tight ass on display. I want to ask him about his tattoos. Do they mean anything? I don’t have any myself and have no idea what I would even get. I’d probably look ridiculous with them, like I’m trying to be someone or something I’m not, but they fit Lucas.
He finishes in the bathroom, then turns out the lights and comes to bed. The lights from the city shine through his windows, so I can still see his body, and God, he really is fucking beautiful. Slender, that sexy V at his hips, all that ink…
He pulls the blankets over us. “What time do you have to be at practice in the morning?”
Shit. I would have gone straight to sleep without setting an alarm. That’s not like me at all. “Ten.”
“I’ll make sure you’re up.” He grabs his phone and sets the alarm. “Recovery day tomorrow, right?”
I smile at how he knows the schedule, even though he swears football isn’t his thing. “Yeah. Film review. I’ll probably see the trainer and get a massage, and we might do some light lifting.”
Lucas nods, lying beside me but not touching me. Without letting myself contemplate it, I grab him, pulling him to me. I roll to face away from him, wanting to be held, and he immediately understands, molding our bodies together, wrapping an arm around me.
“Good night, Lucas.”
“Night, Hunter.”
And more easily than I have in a long time, I drift off to sleep.