In Strange Woods - Claire Cray Page 0,40

it in another greedy kiss. He rolled his hips on Hunter’s lap again, hissing at the almost painful friction as he moved against the bulge in Hunter’s jeans.

“Shit,” Hunter breathed, rocking up against him so they both shuddered in pleasure. His hands were everywhere, raking through James’s hair, gliding down his back, inching down the waistband of his sweatpants and sneaking underneath.

“Yeah,” James breathed between kisses that got wilder by the second. The cool air hit his throbbing erection just before Hunter took it in his hand, and he gave a long, low moan of relief. “Fuck, yeah, touch me.”

God, Hunter felt so good. Smelled so good. Tasted so fucking good. A wild feeling rumbled through him, primal and possessive. It surged higher when he got Hunter’s cock out of his jeans, felt the thick weight of it in his palm.

Hunter let out a long, unsteady breath and closed his eyes, his head tipping back. The expression on his face was criminally erotic, his brow creased like he was coming undone. Their hands joined to cage their cocks together, thrusting and rubbing against each other with growing urgency.

“I wanna suck your cock, James,” Hunter breathed against the corner of his mouth. “I wanna make you come.”

The suggestion sent lightning racing down his spine and he groaned his consent, rising up on his knees as Hunter slid down the cushions to sink his mouth down on his dick. “Oh, fuck,” James gasped, his fingers digging into the leather. “Oh, god!”

Hunter took him down almost to the root and sucked hard as he pulled back, sliding his tongue around the head with a throaty murmur of appreciation before plunging down again. He took up a hot, urgent rhythm, his silky tongue stroking all the right places with every beat.

“God, yes.” James carded his fingers through that golden hair and arched into his mouth, losing himself in the heat and suction. “Mmm, fuck…”

It was Hunter’s hand on his hip that took him to the edge—the way it held him firmly in place, thumb kneading a spot inside his hip bone that he was sure had never been so sensitive before, but now sent hot pulses of pleasure straight to his balls.

It was good. So good. Too good. Thighs shaking threateningly, he barely had time to tug Hunter’s hair in warning. “Fuck, I’m…”

Hunter didn’t flinch. Didn’t even break his pace as James came, gasping and quaking with every spurt. He gripped Hunter’s hand on his hip and bowed over him, cradling the back of his head and riding the waves until the last spasm left him shivering and spent.

“Hunter,” James panted, shifting back on his heels and tugging Hunter upright. He felt dizzy, weightless.

Hunter made a satisfied sound at the deep, slow kiss James gave him, running a gentle hand through his hair.

“So fucking good,” James mumbled against the corner of his mouth, and then slid down to kneel on the floor between Hunter’s legs. Running his hands up and down those muscular thighs, he paused to take in the mouthwatering picture in front of him. Hunter’s lips were swollen, his brown eyes dark with desire. The flannel shirt was hanging off his wide shoulders now, revealing the broad planes of his chest, his sculpted abdomen, and that big, beautiful dick rising from his open jeans.

“God, you’re perfect,” James breathed, sliding his hands up Hunter’s thighs as he leaned closer. It was the most tempting cock he’d ever seen, long and thick with a fat, gleaming head that made him feel stupid with lust. “What a beautiful dick.”

Hunter laughed quietly, but he was flushed, and he exhaled shakily when James stretched up to lay a hot, wet kiss on his chest. “Got me on the fuckin’ edge,” he murmured, taking another slow breath when James’s mouth closed over one nipple. “Shit…”

“From sucking my cock?” James smoothed a hand over Hunter’s chest, pausing to graze the other nipple with his tongue, relishing the responding shiver. “You liked it that much?”

“Yeah, I did.” Hunter’s stomach tightened as James sucked and laved his way down the grooves of his six pack, fingertips exploring the taut muscles along his sides. “Fuck, James.”

James nipped at his hip bone, sucked the skin into his mouth. Hunter combed a hand through his hair, thighs spreading, hips rocking up slightly in search of more than these slow, feathery caresses.

But this body was too beautiful to hurry over. James kept teasing, sighing against his skin, brushing light kisses over his balls, rubbing his