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I slip his wrists inside and fasten them. “Use your safe word if you need to, if you decide you don’t like them or if anything else makes you uncomfortable.”

He nods again.

“I want to ride you while you lie there and watch me. Hands stay above your head, okay? No touching yourself or me. Understand?”

Another nod and twitch of his cock. “Good boy,” I tell him, and his breath hitches, his hips arching upwards as precum oozes from his tip.

I grab the lube and reach back. I start to stretch myself as he gazes at me, his cock twitching again and again, his hips bucking and his breathing growing heavier. “Fuck, I…I want to see you,” he grunts out. “Please?”

I press a kiss to his lips, then rotate myself so my ass is facing him, before I slip two fingers inside now, and he groans. “Oh, fuck, that’s hot,” he says. “Christ, Hunter, you’re beautiful.”

I slide a third finger inside and moan at the feeling of fullness. I haven’t bottomed in a long time, but I want it with Oliver, more than anything.

“Shit, please,” he whimpers. “I need you.”

I slide my fingers out and turn to him, pressing another kiss to his full lips and stroking my fingers through his hair. His face is flushed, and I press kisses to the freckles on his nose, making him squirm. “Fuck yourself on me,” he begs, and it’s so earnest and sexy, his voice a low rumble, that my cock jerks and my hole spasms. I grab the condom and slide it on his shaft.

Then I’m lining myself up with his cock, and he gasps as his tip presses against my hole, then slowly pushes inside as I lower myself, feeling an intense burn as he slips past my ring, stretching me, filling me. I breathe out, then in, then out again before lowering myself a little bit more. “God, you’re huge,” I gasp, feeling like he’s splitting me in two. I’ve never been this full before. It’s incredible. I slide up again, and back down, letting him sink in a little further.

“Christ, that’s hot,” he murmurs, then groans, his head tilting back and his eyes closing as he bottoms out. “Shit, that’s good.”

“Oh, God,” I moan, my own head tilted back now, as I rest my hands on his stomach, the pain giving way to unspeakable pleasure. “Fuck, Oli, you feel amazing. So full. So damn full. Your cock is so fucking incredible.”

His cock jerks inside me and I moan. “So perfect, baby, “ I croon. “You’re gonna make me come so hard.”

He whimpers, and I lean over to kiss him, before pushing myself up and lowering back down on his shaft, my nerve endings lighting up as his cock spears me again and again. “Oh,God, Oli,” I whine, my fingers gripping his hair. “So good, so fucking good, baby.”

I adjust my angle ever so slightly and then rise up and back down and his cock hits my prostate perfectly each time, my body shaking with pleasure. “Yes,” I cry as I ride him, my eyes closed. “God, yes, Oli.”

He whimpers as I fuck myself on him, each press of his cock against my prostate bringing me ecstasy like I’ve never known. “I’m gonna come, beautiful,” I tell him as I rise and fall, my cock hard and aching, bouncing against my belly. “Fuck, Oli, I’m gonna come so hard. You feel so good. Love your big beautiful cock, baby.”

I throw my head back and howl as my orgasm crashes into me and I spurt my release all over Oliver’s stomach and chest. “Bloody hell,” he gasps, his body shaking.

“Come for me,” I rasp. “Fuck, Oli, let me feel you fill me up.” He thrusts his hips twice and then I feel his cock pulsing inside me, the warmth of his release filing the condom as he throws his head back, his neck muscles straining and his eyes closed, sweat beading his brow.

I reach up and remove the handcuffs from his wrists before collapsing on top of him. His fingers are running through my hair seconds later, before he presses a kiss to the top of my head.

“Fuck, that was sexy as hell,” he murmurs, and I nod in agreement, relaxing completely as I rest on his warm body, breathing him in, the hairs on his chest and abdomen tinged with sweat, soft and warm against my bare skin.

It’s so comfortable I don’t want to get up, but I make myself after a few minutes and clean us both off, before climbing back into bed. Oliver takes me in his arms and we fall asleep naked and sated.

OLIVER

The following day we visit the National Aquarium, and the day after that we peruse the Baltimore Museum of Art. We take a tour of the Edgar Allan Poe House and Museum another day. After visiting the George Peabody Library, we have dinner at a local seafood restaurant, and then take a stroll along National Harbor, breathing in the salty sea air and listening to the birds squawk and the waves crashing on the shore. We catch an outdoor showing of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory on the Potomac and take an evening ride on the Capital Wheel.

That evening after dinner, we lay on the blanket outside our trailer together and stare up at the stars. There’s so many of them, and I find them utterly enchanting. I haven’t star gazed, really since I was a child and Olivia and I would sneak out onto the roof outside of her bedroom window when our parents thought we were asleep, and sit there, just staring up at the endless night sky, and making wishes. Some out loud and others to ourselves.

“You ever wished upon a star?” I ask Hunter, and he turns to me.

“Have you?” he says, and I nod.

“What did you wish for?”

“Oh, many things. Things every child wishes for probably. A teddy bear, a dog, a new bike.”

“Did any come true?”

I give a soft smile. “The teddy bear, and the new bike did happen eventually.”

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