Marc Jillson & The Gazebo (Love Inscribed 2)

“Don’t take it personally,” Hunter said. “Without a helping hand, he doesn’t get up for anyone.”

I clasped my hands on his face. “Tell me what you like. So maybe next time we can do this on instinct?”

Hunter sucked in a breath and wheeled us to the table. He uncapped the lube and squirted some onto my palm. Taking me with him, he wrapped my hand around his length and together we stroked. Blood slowly plumped his shaft. “Sometimes, it doesn’t last long. The cock ring helps. I have a hollow strap-on, too.” He smirked at me. “I really love to top.”

“Why?”

“Getting you off makes me feel good.” Hot breath curled against my ear. “I’m strong. I’m good at it.”

I stroked him faster, angling the head of my cock to bump against the hardening tip of his. “Fuck, Hunter, that’s hot. Do you ever switch?”

Hunter smothered more lube over his hand and sent me to the stars with a slick, firm stroke. “I have, once upon a time. With Charlie.”

I narrowed my eyes and muttered about the stupidity of cheese. Hunter’s expert grip on my dick yanked my focus away from wordage.

His other hand, still wet with lube, slid under the waistband and lightly skimmed over my ass cheek.

I sagged into a frenzied kiss as his fingers drifted to my crack.

“Do you switch?” Hunter asked.

“Actually, I . . . never mind.”

I kissed him, and Hunter returned it briefly before pulling back, chuckling. “Hey, we both get to be vulnerable here.” He stroked my hair back.

I haven’t topped. But . . . “I want to, okay?” I shivered and dropped my gaze. “Not tonight.”

Hunter kissed my neck. “Okay.”

He nestled a lubed finger down my crack, flat against my hole, and kissed me hard, every slick second of it a blazing turn-on. I pumped his dick, keeping him hard, wriggling my ass to firmly ease his fingers inside me. The chair wheels squeaked against the tile like a debauched promise of what was to come.

“I need my boxers off.” But I continued kissing Hunter like he was my only source of oxygen, and Hunter didn’t seem hurried to assist. His finger teased the million nerve endings at my ass and his other hand held a massaging grip on my waist.

“Tell me about your fantasies, Marc.”

I let go of his cock and braced my palms over his chest at his nipples. “Sexy stuff. The usual.”

“Have I been in any of them?”

“In one or two.” All.

“Hmmm. Am I naked? Am I fucking you?”

“Sometimes. Other times—”

“Other times?”

“We’re laughing over a pasta dish you made. Or curled up in big pillows playing Demon-Slayage side by side. Or last night, it was us dancing at Phoenix.”

Hunter’s grip on my waist slackened. “You fantasize about me romantically?”

A panicked flurry of nerves jerked my gut. “And we always have crazy, wild, primal sex. Like we’re about to do now. Right?”

Hunter shook off whatever he’d been thinking. “Right. Crazy. Wild. Primal.” He steered me off his lap. “Ditch the boxers.”

I stripped, and Hunter placed the lubed cock ring around his shaft and behind his balls.

Ticklish awareness that we were one step closer to us happening had me flushing.

Hunter thumped the kitchen table. “Sit up here.”

I awkwardly followed his instructions. He parted my legs and rolled between them. His thumbs traveled up my inner thighs. He sat at the perfect level to suck me, and my cock jumped at the memory of us in his van.

I leaned back on the table and reveled in the sensation of Hunter nibbling kisses toward my balls. I loved the easy, practiced way he moved.

I shoved back my disappointment in realizing his skill must indicate he hooks up often. Maybe this wasn’t anything special.

The feat was made easier when he started suckling one of my balls.

I melted into a string of curse words and practically died when he spoke at my hole, moist breath vibrating close. “Sling your legs over my shoulders.”

I did as he said, resting my thighs at his shoulders. The balls of my feet bore into his back. His hands squeezed my ass and his hot tongue pushed past my ring. I slapped the tabletop. Hunter’s tight grip had me frantically thumping the surface.

When he stopped, I was panting, cock so hard it touched my stomach. Hunter’s lips were raw, and the only thing I could do was flip him off. “You did that on purpose.”

“Teased you to the brink twice?”

I dropped my head back, still catching my breath, and stared at the plants hanging from the ceiling. To my right, Peter was watching us after all. That damn pepper plant.

Hunter dolloped lube on his finger and breached me, one long thick finger sliding all the way in.

Fuck, we had to do this again. Again, and again, and again.

“Let’s fast forward,” I pulled my legs off his shoulders and sat upright. Hunter captured the end of my cock in his mouth and I shoved him off with a growl. “I will come on your face.”