Marc Jillson & The Gazebo (Love Inscribed 2)

“As long as you promise to lick it off me.”

I grabbed the condom and tore it open. “I need your cock now.”

Hunter rolled back for me to stand and before he engaged the brakes, condom pinched between my fingers, I palmed his chair and shoved him across the kitchen to the pantry door.

Hunter’s eyebrows shot up as I gave the chair a testing shove. It struck the door with a nice hollow echo. Hunter’s eyes turned molten as he realized what I intended. I expertly pushed the condom over him and straddled his lap.

I positioned him at my entrance, a blunt promising pressure, and paused.

Hunter’s dark eyes met mine with lust. His heart pounded under my palm.

“I want this to be good for you too, Hunter.”

“Start at my shoulders, go to town on my nipples. When you’ve come, pull off me, ditch the condom, and suck my neck.” He drew a line down his throat and tapped the crook of his neck.

I lightly traced the path he’d drawn and he shivered under me. “Yeah,” he said huskily. “There.”

I did it again and he captured my mouth into a moaning kiss.

I slowly sank onto him, gasping against his lips. His dick was bigger than I was used to and the stretch burned.

“You okay?” he asked, cradling my face.

My ass pulsed around him, getting used to the intrusion. “Not sure I’m allowed to complain about pain when pain is a privilege.”

His fingertips tightened in my hair. “You’re allowed to feel what you feel, Marc. You have nothing to hide from me, remember?”

The intensely vulnerable moment made me shiver from head to foot as I held his big blue eyes.

I slowly swiveled my hips, cock tapping against his abs. My tongue clucked as I whispered, “What are your fantasies?”

His nose touched mine and he gripped my cock with a perfect stroke. “I want to see you fall apart in my arms.”

“And?”

“I want you to tell me what happened tonight.”

I sucked in a breath. “Anything else?”

“Yes.”

“Tell me?”

He never avoided my eyes. “I want you in my bed again in the morning.”

I shut my eyes on a sting of emotion and concentrated on Hunter’s thick length buried in me. My knees bored into the chair, my toes curled, and I lightly scratched his shoulders as I rocked up and down, slowly at first, then gaining length and speed.

I selfishly worked to find the best angle. Hunter braced his chair and his biceps flexed as he jerked himself up, meeting my downward thrust. Holy hell, I was seeing stars.

Hunter’s upper body strength . . . My prostate hadn’t been this wonderfully abused ever.

I dug into his arms and held on, cursing “more” and “fuck-yes” as the chair banged wantonly against the door. Hunter grunted, and I clumsily kissed more sexy sounds out of him.

My fingers trailed over hummingbirds as I rubbed at his nipples.

Hunter pounded into me harder, and I was close. God, so close. I squeezed his hard nubs, licked my fingers, and alternated light touches with hard ones until he was muttering unabashedly dirty words in time to his aggressive thrusts.

I wrung his nipples, clinging on as I let go. My head dropped back as I shot against his chest, four, five, six times. Absolutely wrecked, I wanted to collapse and catch my breath in his tight embrace but not before . . .

I rose off him, tossed the condom, and kissed him, hungry for his tongue against mine. I slid my fingers through my come and over the sensitive length of his neck. Hunter shivered, moaned, and writhed under me.

His breath hitched as he rode a wave of ecstasy, and I wanted it to be the best wave he’d ever ridden. I nibbled his jaw and breathily whispered how fucking hot he was as I dragged my lips down his neck, tasting my come.

When my lips found that soft joint between his neck and his shoulder, I bit down on him and sucked.

His hands flew to his nipples and I slid my fingers between his and rubbed with him.

“. . . totally destroying me,” he groaned and his muscles tightened.

I kissed his throat through the shudders and squeezed our fingers together.

He pulled me fervently into a kiss and massaged my nape. All confidence, no shyness.

Not on his side, anyway.

He drew back and angled my forehead to his. A ticklish flush spread over my body. I busied myself carefully removing Hunter’s cock ring.

He took it from me and knotted our fingers together. “How are you feeling?”

“I’ve never been fucked like that before.” I looked at him in wonder. “How long before we can do it again?”

Hunter laughed into a kiss and slapped my ass. Intimate, curiously vulnerable, and wildly fun.

The shrill ring of Hunter’s phone interrupted the moment.

He fished the phone from the same compartment as the lube and cock ring.