Page 70 of Twisted Minds

“Existing. Being you. Letting me be in your life. Take your pick.”

I’ll confess everything when he takes me home. I’ll ask him to walk me up, and I’ll invite him in to talk. Hunter will be so pissed at Derrick and see how very fucking real this is to me. While Derrick has blackmailed me, not one moment of my time with Hunter has been fake. I feel this man everywhere and I’ll make sure he knows that.

Hunter grabs my ass, not seeing the internal war playing out inside me. “I’m way too sore.” Hunter kisses my neck, but my dick does not get the hint. I’m out of commission. “Do you think my bounce-back time will improve?”

Hunter laughs, sucking a bruise onto my throat. “Maybe, but we don’t need to have penetrative sex every time. There are lots of dirty things I’d like to do to you that don’t involve penetration.” I shiver, because yes please, for the rest of my life preferably.

My phone vibrates. Rolling over, I grab it and see all the missed messages from Derrick. Ignoring those, I see one from Noah. “Oh, shit.”

“What?” Hunter kisses my chest as I read his messages.

“Noah’s throwing a birthday party tonight. He invited me. Us. I mean us. And Sawyer if he wants.”

“Sawyer would rather chop his nuts off.”

I laugh. “He invited us, though.”

Hunter seems to sag a bit. “You want to go?”

“I don’t know. I want to be with you.” I have one more day with him and I don’t want to waste it.

“But you want to go for your friend.” I think I see defeat in his face.

“We don’t have to. I’ll tell him no.” Hunter gets up, and my gaze trails down to his soft cock hanging between his thighs. Okay, I cannot make sound decisions under these conditions.

“Eyes are up here.” He smirks, grabbing his sweats from the floor and slipping them on. Dammit. My eyes drag up. “We can go.” Fucking Noah. Maybe I could wait a day. What’s one more day anyway? It’s not like my time is up. I have time left with Derrick. I could push it back.

No. No, I couldn’t. Either way, I need to tell Hunter what’s going on. After Noah’s party.

“You sure?” I get up, sitting on the edge of the bed and pulling the sheet over me. I’m not sure why I’m still self-conscious. Hunter has more than showed me how much he likes my body. It’s hard, though, looking at him. It’s hard not to compare us when we’re together.

Hunter kneels between my legs. “You alright?”

“Yeah, it’s just . . .” My face burns. “I thought it’d stop after a bit.” Hunter nods, leaning in and kissing the top of my thigh. My traitorous cock peeks up to say hi. A grin splays on his face. “Not right now. I’m sore. Just ignore him.”

“How can I just ignore him? That’s rude.”

Gently, I push him back. I don’t deserve shit like blow jobs, sweet kisses, or equally sweet words. “Hunter—”

“Lie back.” He waits. My face burns, but I listen, because Hunter’s words are like magic making me to do shit I normally wouldn’t. Lying back, I feel his palms slide up my calves before moving my feet to plant them on the bed. Okay, my god. I look down between my legs and Hunter cocks a dark eyebrow before removing the sheet, exposing me.

My eyes glance down then up again at the ceiling. “Sore?” he asks, and I nod, because why not. Can’t get more embarrassing than this. Hunter’s thumb rubs over my hole, and I suck in a breath at the pleasure and slightly dull throb.

“This is feeling very clinical.” Hunter ignores me, kissing the inside of my thighs and working his way up. His lips land on my balls, tonguing and stroking one before taking the other in his mouth.

“Clinical?” I nod. Hunter just smirks, licking a fat stripe up my cock. “Look at this precum.” He shakes his head, jerking my cock, squeezing at the head and watching clear liquid drip down my shaft. Swiping some onto his thumb, he pulls it back with a smile, watching it stretch between my cockhead and his thumb before sucking it off. “I love how responsive you are.”

It helps that my boyfriend is hot as absolute fuck, and the tiniest contact sets me on fire. Hunter finishes playing around, then it’s just lips and tongue and the slight sting of teeth that makes my back bow. Hunter works me into a hot fireball of need, and when my orgasm approaches it doesn’t just crash, it obliterates me completely. I love this feeling. It isn’t the sex, or the orgasms, it’s this. That cocky fucking smirk on Hunter’s face. The heat in his eyes as he looks at me. It’s everything he is and everything he makes me feel.

Without breaking eye contact, he laps the little spots of cum that drip from my cock with a hum, kissing my belly then my pelvic bone before standing. His cock strains against his sweats, and I’m on my knees, pulling them down and giving him the sloppiest, most enthusiastic blow job I can give him.

He’s so big, I can’t take him all, but Hunter doesn’t mind as I choke and gag, and fuck, I love that too. I love the raw feeling of being used, taking too much, feeling his cock thicken and pulse in my mouth. Salty and so fucking sweet. A heady mixture that goes straight to my brain. Hunter comes with a cry, and it’s all Ican do to drink him down, moaning as he releases. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

He pulls out from between my lips, and I give him one final flick of my tongue. Leaning down he cups my jaw, kissing me hard. “Let’s get ready. Then we can go to your friend’s party tonight.”

“Really?”

Hunter helps me stand, giving me another kiss. “He’s your best friend, right? It’ll be fun.”

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