Football and Ballet - Jason Collins Page 0,67

The same way you were before.”

I followed his instructions to the letter, turning around to face him, even as my veins still pulsed with excitement, my cock still twitching from coming so hard for him.

I then watched as Hunter brought his hand up toward his mouth, his tongue slipping between his lips as he licked up every last drop of my come, no trace of me left on his skin by the time he moved his palm away from his mouth again.

Another shiver ran through me just then, an excitement building inside me that felt like electricity and fire.

“Stay where you are.” Hunter gave me another instruction as he turned to leave the room.

I impatiently waited for him to return, every inch of me craving more of him, every part of me aching at the loss of contact between us.

By the time he came back into the room, I was already desperate for him, my expression turning into a pout. “Hunter…”

“Yes?” Hunter grinned, and I looked down to see he was already wearing a condom over his cock, his pants and boxers disappearing somewhere between his trek out of the room and his return trip.

“Can we…” My mind was filled with so much pleasure it was getting hard for me to speak. “Bed. Take me to bed.”

“You don’t want me to fuck you where you are?”

“Yes,” I admitted with a heavy breath. “But it’s not… romantic. And since this is our first time as boyfriends—”

“Right. You want me to make love to you.”

“Ugh.” I frowned at the expression. “That sounds so corny. You know what? Just fuck me right here—”

“No.” Hunter grinned. “I’m going to take you to bed, and I’m going to make love to you, Patrick McEntire.”

“Stop saying it like that.” I frowned again, but the look on my face soon turned into a bright grin when I felt Hunter’s arms wrapping around my waist. And before I even knew it, Hunter had yet again scooped me into his grip, carrying me all the way to my bedroom.

When we arrived, he gently laid me down on my bed, and I looked up at him with a gleeful grin. “I’m getting really used to you as a mode of transport.”

“The Hunter Perry Express, at your service.” Hunter chuckled as he shifted on top of me, his larger frame soon covering my own.

I looked into his eyes, scanning his face for a moment or two as my breaths calmly moved through my chest.

“What is it?” Hunter murmured. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong,” I murmured back. “Everything is… everything with you is perfect, Hunter.”

Hunter smiled at my words. “Everything with you is pretty perfect, too.”

Hunter then moved one of his hands further down my body, his fingers soon resting right outside of my waiting hole. He then began to gently slide his digits all along my rim, the lube on his skin apparent with every motion.

“Can I…?” Hunter asked without fully asking.

And I nodded, giving him my full permission without saying a word.

Hunter then slid one of his fingers inside me, pressing deeper and deeper. I moaned at the feeling of it, my body shivering beneath him. It didn’t take long for Hunter to slide another finger inside me, moving them in and out of me at a steady pace.

I moaned for him, my noises only growing louder as his fingers filled me up to the brim. “Hunter… Hunter…”

“Does that feel good, Patrick?” Hunter whispered, his fingers still moving inside me.

“Yes…” I whimpered, as my legs instinctively pulled up toward my stomach, my hips pushing down further against Hunter’s hand. “Yes, that feels good…”

“Are you ready for my cock?” His voice was low as he asked the question, a perfect register of seductive and sincere.

I nodded up at him again, my response feeling caught in my throat as I let out another moan.

Hunter then softly pulled his fingers out, soon replacing them with the head of his cock.

And then, he pushed himself inside me, not stopping until every inch of his cock was pressed deep inside my ass. I groaned at the contact as I brought my hands up to Hunter’s back, my fingers softly digging into his skin.

“Hunter…” I locked my gaze with his, my mouth hanging open with another moan.

Hunter pressed his cock even deeper inside me as his hips began to thrust in and out, his eyes staring down into mine. “Patrick… fuck. You’re so fucking beautiful.”

“You, too,” I whispered. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Hunter.”

“I love you…” Hunter spoke the