Now that hit me like a bolt of lightning, sharp and straight in the chest. He’d basically admitted as much earlier, but that was more in a joking response to Isaac…and, well, this wasn’t in his words either, but I chose not to see it that way. “Did you just confess you’re in love with me?” I sat up and straddled his thighs. Hutch rolled his eyes, then tried to cover his face. “Hutch and me, sitting in a tree…because Hutch just realized he’s in love with…me. Shit. I was trying to rhyme. I suck at that, Mister In Love With Me. I think I’m gonna call you that from now on… Hi, have you met my boyfriend, In Love With Me? In case you didn’t know, he’s in love with me.”
Hutch chuckled and shook his head. “You’re ridiculous. I changed my mind. I don’t love you anymore.”
I sobered, stared at him, got lost in the melted chocolate of his eyes. “Well, that’s a damn shame because I’m so fucking in love with you. I’ll spend every day trying to earn you back if I have to.”
Hutch’s breath hitched. One moment, then two, then three stretched between us, as we sat there looking at each other. Then, as if we’d been on a countdown, as if our lips were magnetized, we were frantically pulled together.
I held the sides of his face, pushing my tongue past his lips, the kiss brutal, our bodies clearly starved for each other in a way we could never get our fill of. Hutch’s hands were on my hips, his fingers digging in. I couldn’t wait to see the marks left behind, to know he wanted me so much his passion bruised me, and for me to do the same to him.
I growled when he flipped us, me on my back and Hutch hovering above me. “I’ve never been this desperate for anyone before you.”
“Me neither,” I replied, pulling him down on top of me. Hutch rested between my legs, groin to groin. He kicked the quilt off us, and then we were rutting together, hard and needy as we devoured each other’s mouths.
He trailed hungry kisses down my neck, my torso, continuing to travel south until his tongue made a journey from the root to the tip of my erection. My body damn near bowed off the bed with the simple contact.
He went to go down on me again, but I grabbed his chin, held on to keep him from his prize. “Tell me you want it, Hutch. Tell me how much you want my cock.”
“Give it to me, or I’ll just feed you mine instead.”
“Promises, promises.” I rubbed his cheek with my thumb. “Tell me. I want to hear it.”
I could tell what my demand did to him by the flare in his eyes. “I want your cock, you bossy bastard. Is that good enough for you?” He tried to swipe at it with his tongue again, but I didn’t let him.
“Almost. You want to suck it, but you want me in your hole too, don’t you? I want to hear that you need me in your ass.”
The look on his face changed, the playfulness transforming into honesty. “I need you in my ass,” Hutch admitted. I hissed, trembled, not expecting him to say it so easily. “But that still doesn’t mean I’m gonna make it easy on you.” He gave me a mischievous grin, and I realized I’d loosened my hold, and he was lowering his mouth over my dick again, kept going until I was in his throat and his nose was in my pubes.
“Oh fuck!” I called out, electricity shooting through my body. Hutch sucked me off like a pro, alternating between taking me deep into his mouth and laving my balls. “Yes, baby. You know how much I like that.” I rubbed a hand over his head, tangled it in his hair as he lapped at my sac before pulling my nuts into his mouth, then going for my dick again.
My thighs began to shake, and I felt the familiar tease of my orgasm already there, begging for release, but I wasn’t ready yet. This wasn’t nearly over, so I grabbed Hutch and pulled him on top of me, pushing my tongue into his mouth, kissing and swallowing down every deep moan that came from the back of his throat.
I tried to roll us, but he fought me on it, the way we both liked. When I slid my hand down to his ass, pushed a finger between his cheeks and rubbed his hole, he whimpered and lost focus, which I took advantage of.
“Bastard,” he said when he was on his back, me on top of him.
“Aw, don’t be mad I bested you. I promise I’ll make it worth it.”
He pulled my head down so we kissed, but we were laughing too, kissing and laughing while I thrust my cock against his.