King Hunt (Boys of Brisley 1)

Ollie blew a raspberry at his brother then ducked back down into the car, so I stole another kiss from Sterling and let him open my door for me. As much as I loved seeing Ollie, I could tell by the playfulness and promise in Sterling’s eyes that we were definitely going to want to be alone.

I couldn’t wait, and it made the drive seem way longer than it actually was. Once we said bye to Ollie, I reached over to tease up Sterling’s leg, making his foot press down harder on the gas to speed home. I loved seeing him like this, like he’d kill anything that got in the way of what he craved and when we finally got home he was on me before the door closed behind us. I almost missed the table as I set the bouquet down, but Sterling helped me steady it at the last second and then picked me up to pin me to the wall.

“You look delicious in scrubs, Zeppelin. How many pairs do you have?”

“Two. I need more, I was going to go this weekend.” I tugged his hair lightly and bared my neck. “Do you want to fuck me in them, Sir?”

I felt his teeth graze my skin. “I want to fuck you in them, rip them off you, spank you while you’re still wearing them,” he promised. “Looks like you’ll need at least four pairs.”

I huffed a breathless laugh and moaned loudly. “Yes, Sir ... six pairs.” I was dying for it, dripping in those scrubs and wishing he’d fucking rip them off of me already.

“Maybe eight, just to be safe.” He spun, carrying me toward the bedroom as he tore at the tough fabric, but it didn’t give way until he had me spread out on that mattress and used his teeth. “Don’t move.” He slid his tongue in the hole he created and licked my clit, making my body arch of its own accord.

“Sorry, Sir.” I forced my body to stay still as he pushed me closer and closer to the edge with each swipe of his perfect tongue, but he edged me.

He edged me again once he made that hole a little bigger and worked three fingers inside of me.

He edged me a third time with the tip of his cock, and only then did he give me a second to breathe.

A second.

“Where’s your dildo, sweetheart?”

“You’re going to kill me. It’s in a case in my closet. I can— I can go get it.” If I survive the fucking walk.

He shook his head. “I told you not to move. I’ll get it, unless you have an objection to me going through your things, in which case you can absolutely go get it. But you should know why I want it first.” He sucked my clit just to make me twitch, then tugged at the hole in the fabric with his teeth. “I want to play a little game with you. I’ll fuck you myself for a little, then fuck you with your dildo for a little. Then my cock again. You will only be allowed to come on my cock, but you’ll have permission from the second we start. You can come when you feel it as long as I’m the one inside you. Understood?”

“Fuck me running. Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl.” He got up and stripped on his way to the closet. “Color?”

“Green,” I said breathlessly, watching his perfect muscles as he moved. “You’re so handsome.”

He rooted around for the little black case and pulled my dildo out, then smirked over at me. “Thank you, Zeppelin. And you’re going to look even more beautiful than you normally do falling apart under me. Strip and remind me what your safeword is.”

I hastily did as told and laid back on his magnificent bed, the comfortable white sheets grounding me in a way I hadn’t expected them to as I took deep, steadying breaths. “Squirrel. But I’m still greener than Jensen Ackles’ eyes.”

“Then let’s see what you’ve got.”

He grabbed the lube and climbed up, coating the dildo just enough to help it slide inside of me. I was already so wet for him that using any more would’ve been a disaster, but my Silver always knew what he was doing.

I adjusted quickly to the size even though it was far from familiar these days, and fought the urge to touch my clit. “Sir ... I love your cock more.”

“I know, but it’s okay to like this too. It’s why you bought it, isn’t it?” he asked, twisting the thick, purple cock. “To stretch you open and make you come so hard your legs shake?”

“Yes,” I answered honestly. “She was there for me more than any man before you. My Friday night date after a long shitty week. Before you ... she gave me the best orgasms of my life.”

“She, huh? Does she have a name?” he asked playfully.

“Belladonna.” I could see the confusion on his beautiful face, so I threw him a bone. “I named her after a poison because she’s the fastest way to kill the need for a boyfriend.”

Sterling barked a laugh and pumped that dildo a little faster as he leaned down to suck a hickey on my thigh. “That’s brilliant. I want to watch you ride her soon. Next time I’m at work? I’ll watch you on the camera.”

“Fucking hell, yes! I— that’s so hot. Any day you want ... my body is yours.” I saw him smile the moment my legs began to shake for him and I had to reel myself back in and be patient for his cock.

My patience threatened to hurl itself out the goddamn window when he pulled Belladonna out and sucked the taste of me off her. It was fucking obscene, seeing him with his lips wrapped around a dildo — my dildo — and I nearly lost all resolve completely untouched. “Sir!” I begged. “Please, fuck me!”

He tossed it onto the bed and dropped down, rolling his hips to tease me a little more. His cock slid through my lips and bumped my thighs with each thrust like the fucker wasn’t even trying, but the second I started to get frustrated, he bottomed out in a single agonizing, beautiful, torturous moment. “You have twenty seconds, Zeppelin. Twenty seconds of my cock before you get Belladonna again.”

“Twenty s—” Don’t fucking need them. It took about fifteen of them to shove me over and I came so hard my legs wrapped around him and pinned him there with a strength I didn’t know I had.

Strong, always-in-control, powerful Sterling fucking lost it. He slammed into me until the force was stinging my soaked, sensitive skin, and the way his teeth claimed and marked and branded every inch of skin he could reach only made my second orgasm that much stronger. By the third, he was spilling with me, fucking his come deeper with a guttural growl. “You’re mine.”

The possession made my lips turn up in a dopey, lazy smile. “Yours, only yours.” No matter how much time passed, our sex, communication, teamwork, all of it only got better with each day. He knew me inside and out, and despite Sterling’s tall, stone walls, I knew him just as well.

That king hunt of mine was definitely successful, and not one piece of me doubted it.