Hunt Me! (I Crave The Chase) - Page 161

“Oh,” I shuddered.

Before I could think, I had him on his back, and his pants around his ankles.

“Fuck,” he gasped out, his cock slapping against his belly, wet and pink and pretty. Now that I knew he’d been cut intentionally, his cock was even more foreign looking. But not in a bad way. In fact, I kinda wanted to suck on it, to roll my tongue around and feel the velvety slick of it all over again.

But I had better ideas.

“So you want to do it?” Jeffrey offered, eyes black with lust. He spread his legs, his lovely sac pulled tight, the sweaty crease between his cheeks peeking at me. His hole was my favorite place in the world. My favorite place to lick, and sniff, and slip inside. But today…I kept my gaze on his cock.

Mostly.

“I can do it better than the man on screen,” I promised, shoving my shorts down and crawling between his legs. “You will never have to watch the porn again.”

“‘The porn was illuminating,” Jeffrey teased, a sprinkle of amusement flickering in the overall overwhelming cloud of lust he exuded. “You should be thanking it. We’re about to benefit greatly from it.”

“The only dick I want you looking at is mine.”

“Y-yeah,” Jeffrey sucked in a breath. “That macho bullshit should not be hot. But it totally is.” He licked his lips and his cock bobbed again, angry and throbbing, needy as he was. I growled. “Okay, buddy. But what about… I mean—I need like…ideas? Right. This is my first time dating a dude.” He shivered. “I want to get it right.”

It wasn’t fair. That he was so damn cute, spread out, creamy speckled muscles glistening, with his hard cock on display.

“Fine,” I conceded, dipping down, my teeth gnawing at one of his perky nipples the way he liked. He gasped. “For research…that’s okay. So long as I get to benefit.”

“C-cool,” Jeffrey groaned. “Fuck that’s hot. Tell me more about how I’m not allowed to look at other peo—oh fuck.” Jeffrey’s hips snapped up as I took him in my mouth. I willed my fangs to stay back, my tongue sliding along the slippery surface of his crown, rubbing it curiously—like it was my first time doing so even though it wasn’t.

When I pulled off a slick little trail of spit connected my tongue to his dick. Jeffrey stared at it, lips parted, his sweet little tongue showing, his eyes nearly crossed. “Fucking fuck,” he whispered, trembling. “Okay.”

And then he was shoving at my shoulders and body, and crawling up onto his knees and into my space. The bed rocked and squeaked, and the second our cocks bumped, we both released a mutual gasp.

“Fuck,” I groaned, forehead dropping to his shoulder.

“Fuck,” Jeffrey agreed, nuzzling against my cheek till I tipped my head up and our gazes met. His eyes were black with lust, pale lashes fluttering. “I’ve never—I mean. I might suck at this.”

“You will be perfect.”

“Yeah okay, but I might mess it up.”

“It will still be perfect.”

“Okay.” Jeffrey relaxed, melting as he tilted his head down to stare at us. I looked too—because it was impossible not to. His cock was shorter than mine, leaner too, freckle coated and pink. In comparison, mine was nearly purple by contrast, the difference in our skin tones absolutely fucking gorgeous. I reached down, running a single, solitary clawed finger up the length of his dick. It flexed and I groaned, my knot throbbing.

I wanted to fuck him so badly.

To shove him onto his belly and push inside him.

But I didn’t—I didn’t?—

Because this was equally fascinating.

“I need to…” Jeffrey shuffled back a little, until the tips of our cocks aligned. “There. I think. I mean, in the video he made it look all…easy.” He sucked in a breath, still staring at us, the heat in his eyes evident. “Can’t believe I never realized I like dicks,” he added, voice hoarse. “I mean…that is a dick.” Jeffrey jerked his head to indicate my cock.

“Of course it is a dick.”

“I just mean…it’s…” he licked his lips, reaching out to mirror my movements, his fingers dancing up the length, toying with the stretchy foreskin at the tip. My cock flexed. “It’s a dick. You know? All thick and…veiny and shit. And you have a knot—which is like…even dickier than a dick. And I fucking love it. I want that thing in me—like, in every hole it possibly can go.”

My knot throbbed again, and I groaned, already panting after him.

“Jeffrey,” my voice dropped low. “I want to play your games today?—”