Page 110 of Strut

“You love it,” I threw back.

“I do.” And then he kissed me, long and slow, sending my toes curling in my socks and my dick lengthening against his. The inevitable reaction of my body to his. Every. Damn. Time.

“You wanna come home with me, sexy?” he whispered in my ear. “I live not far from here. I’ll make it worth your while.”

I snorted and tried to keep a straight face. “Well now, I’m not usually that kind of boy and I’m not sure you can afford me, but I guess I can make an exception this one time.”

“Good to know.” Hunter brushed his lips across mine. “Let’s blow this joint.”

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I fell on the couch, pulling Hunter down on top of me, fisted his shirt and brought his face to mine. “I need more kissing.” I breathed the words against the sharp scrape of his almost three-day-old scruff, and he began nipping along my jaw. My skin would be ripped raw by morning, but I didn’t give a shit. “Damn, why does that feel so good?” I arched up, aligning our cocks and he groaned and pressed down into me.

“Oh yeah.” He slid his lips down my ear and sucked the soft, sensitive lobe into his mouth.

I lifted my chin to expose my neck. “Are you even paying attention?”

“Nope.” He kissed his way down to the dip at the bottom of my throat before heading for the slope of my shoulder where he sucked hard enough to leave a mark.

“Oh fuck.” I spread my legs until he fell between and then wrapped them around his waist.

He groaned and met my gaze. “There isn’t nearly enough room on this couch for what I want to do to you.”

I smirked and licked the end of his nose. “Well, far be it from me to stand in the way of a gooddoing.”

He was off the couch in a second and I jumped into his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist again. “Jesus.” He grabbed the back of the couch with one hand and my butt with the other. “Warn a guy next time. You’re hardly Cinderella, yeah?”

I laughed and kissed the frown on his face as he struggled to get his footing. “I’ll have you know I’d make a fucking awesome Cinderella.”

He smirked and whispered in my ear. “I think the nine-inch cock would give you away. Just saying.”

I snorted and whispered back, “I somehow don’t think my Prince Charming would mind.”

Hunter stumbled his way into the bedroom with me in his arms and dropped me unceremoniously onto the bed with a relieved grunt. “Thank fuck for that.”

I smiled up at him. “And whoever said romance is dead?”

“I’m going to ignore that and focus on getting you naked.”

Like I was going to argue with that. “Have at it.” I held Hunter’s burning gaze and flung my arms open.

Hunter grinned and straddled me, knees on either side of my thighs. Then he stripped me slowly. So fucking slowly; his lips soft on every inch of skin that pebbled as it touched the cool air.

And when he was done and I lay on the bed naked and so fucking hard I thought I’d explode if he so much as looked at my cock, Hunter painted my body with long teasing strokes of his tongue. The thick, hot muscle circled each nipple, licking and suckling. Then it delved into the musk and heat of my pits and fire ignited in my belly. Then down, down, it wound a slow meandering trail to my quaking thighs, the burn of that long scruff shooting pleasure through my balls and sending my cock dripping on my belly.

A lick at the back of my knees, a hot wet mouth around each and every toe—and who the hell knew those things were a hot button. It went on and on until I was writhing on the sheets. Until I shoved his mouth where I needed it most, around my cock and then over my hole. Until he’d sucked and fingered and lubed and stretched and nipped, groaning all the while like I was the best thing he’d ever had, like he couldn’t get enough, like he was exactly where he wanted to be.

“I want to come with you in me.” I pushed his head away and he rose on his knees and crawled up my body until he loomed over me, lips swollen, pupils blown to hell, his dark red cock thick and dripping. I folded my long legs over his shoulders, opening myself up, and looked him in the eye. “Make me forget.”

His swollen lips curved up in a slow, sexy smile. “Yeah, I can do that. Close your eyes, baby. Just feel.”

I did as I was told, letting my head fall back on the pillow as Hunter took control. He suited and slicked his cock and shoved more lube up my arse until I was sure I could taste it. Then he pressed at my hole and slowly pushed inside, on and on like a fucking marathon, a whining growl rumbling in his throat as the sting rocketed up my spine and came out my mouth on a strangled cry.

“Holy Jesus.” I breathed through the burn, trying not to tense.

“Are you okay?” he huffed, his control clearly on a knife’s edge.

“Is the Pope—argh, shit. Yes, yes, I’m fine. Well... getting there,” I gasped, bearing down as the ache rolled over into that first shot of pleasure that made everything worthwhile. God, I loved this part. “Patience.” I blew a few breaths as my body opened and started to sing. “I thought I had the big cock.”

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