anybody do this to themselves—
“Oh God!” Hunter spread his fingers again, and again, and the fairy kisses on Grace’s ass were suddenly very adult, very male stretching feelings, and Grace was launching into outer space.
“God, Hunter—now! Now! I need you inside me now because—augh, yes!”
He’d done this before. They’d done this before. Why was it…? Oh God. He couldn’t do it. He couldn’t! He pushed against Hunter’s shoulders and chanted, “Please, please, please, more. More. Don’t stop. Oh God.” And his own voice was the biggest surprise of the whole thing.
Hunter kept thrusting, finally seating himself, hard, and Grace lay there, arms and legs wrapped around Hunter so tight he probably couldn’t move, and hummed.
A drop of sweat slid off Hunter’s forehead and hit him in the cheek.
“Grace?” he said, a desperate pitch to his voice. “Baby?”
“You need to fuck me,” Grace said, nodding. “Good. You do that. I’ll lie here and scream.”
Hunter’s chuckle had the edge of hysteria to it. “Sounds like a plan. But first, baby, you’ve got to let go of me. I can’t move.”
Oh. Oh shit. Grace was starting to shake—the fullness of his ass, the height of his arousal, and he couldn’t stop trembling. He closed his eyes and willed all his hamsters to move in the same direction. Slowly, he uncrossed his ankles and placed his feet on either side of Hunter’s thighs on the bed, then unwrapped his arms, digging his fingers into Hunter’s ginormous biceps instead.
“You can go now?” he squeaked. “I think you should—oh yes. Oh yes. Oh fuck yes!”
And Hunter began to fuck in earnest, his cock drilling into Grace’s ass, his hips rocking faster and faster.
Grace was making sounds, loud sounds, without words. He begged, he pleaded, he needed, and Hunter kept fucking him, didn’t let him down. His head was thrown back, his teeth bared, the cords in his neck tight and hard, like this thing they were doing consumed every last fiber of Hunter Rutledge’s being. Grace couldn’t bear it. He had to close his eyes, had to hope that when orgasm pounded him, then receded from him, like a monster wave or an alien invasion, he could find himself when the come washed away.
“Grace!” Hunter begged. “Grace, I need you to—”
He hit Grace’s sweet spot, and Grace screamed. Loud and heedless and painful. His climax hit him like a freight train.
Hunter groaned, burying his face against Grace’s neck while he rutted, his own climax taking him over, making their sex, for this moment, about him.
Grace was rubbing his arms, whispering, “Sh, sh, sh,” into Hunter’s ears before he realized what he was doing.
Oh God. He was comforting. He was caring for a lover after sex. He was exhausted, shaking, his ejaculate drying clammily between them, and he couldn’t think of anything to do besides tell Hunter it was all going to be okay.
He heard his voice begin to wobble, and then it broke. And then Hunter was stroking Grace’s hair back from his face, kissing the dampness under his eyes, and telling Grace, “Sh, sh, sh….”
And Grace went with that, the tears coming hot and fast, because Hunter was right; Grace had been right.
Together, they were going to be okay.
Let the Dance Commence
HUNTER HEARD the pounding on his door and groaned, trying to tune it out. In Hunter’s world, if someone was knocking, they weren’t that much of a threat.
Then he heard Josh’s voice.
“Look, assholes, I’m knocking out of courtesy. I’ve already broken in and neither of you were wearing clothes.”
And that made Hunter sit up, the covers twisted around his knees in the face of the syrupy Chicago heat that was blasting through the windows he hadn’t yet dimmed.
He and Grace had been plastered together with come and sweat, and damn him for going two more times the night before.
He’d been in charge of his body since middle school and Pop Warner football, and this was the first time in his life he’d felt like all his bones had given up and melted away.
“We’re on our way,” he said rustily. “Give us a sec!” Then he turned to Grace. “Go get in the shower and put on your sweats,” he muttered. “I’ll let him in.”
Grace mumbled into his chest, and Hunter was at a loss, before Josh said—through the door—“I don’t care if I’ve seen you naked before. It’s never been voluntary. Now move it! I brought coffee and donuts and—”
Hunter didn’t even see Grace move, but he was wearing underwear and unlocking the door