tone of his voice very clear he isn’t talking about apple pie. “Come here.” Hunter says, crooking his finger. “I promise I won’t bite, hard.”
What the ever lovin’ hell? Wasn’t he passed out thirty seconds ago? Now he’s ready to play hide the meerkat in the borough?
“Alright lover boy,” I tease pulling on his hand. “The shower is running.”
Hunter pushes off the bed with a grunt, following me into the bathroom. “Fine, but I can’t be held responsible for your actions when you see all of this naked without an orgasm or three.”
“I’m sure I can manage.” I wink at him.
Hunter tugs off his shirt, and then shoves his boxers down his legs. “Don’t try to hurt my ego, Chase.” He teases, leaving me to take in the very hard dick pointing straight at me. Nearly blackout drunk not even an hour ago and now he’s ready for an all night ‘fuckscapade,’ as he calls it. Why should I even be surprised? “We both know you want me inside of you just as badly as I ache to be there.”
Thankfully, he steps into the shower without another word. Trying to get my mind off of the very wet, very hard man in the shower right now, I grab up a towel for him and a pair of clean boxers from his bag. Listening carefully just in case he slips and falls or something, since I know he is still far from sober.
“Come, come, come on my dick. Come on my schtick. I wanna lick your clit, Tiger Lily! Oh Tiger Lilllllly!” I hear him sing out, making me laugh.
“Shut up and wash your ass!” Henry says walking back in the bedroom door, making me jump.
“That was fast.” I say, knowing I expected him to be at least an hour.
“Aw Big Man, I’m singin’ for my dessert.” Hunter replies before starting to belt out another verse, only louder this time.
Tossing a take-out bag to the bed-side table, Henry shrugs. “I sent a text letting everyone know the assmole is unharmed and sobering, then went down and grabbed you two some food.”
“Thanks.” I say, sitting the stuff for Hunter on the bathroom sink. Quietly, I close the door behind me so Hunter can sing to himself.
“No problem.” He assures me, looking around the room. “I honestly figured you would have more trouble out of him. That’s the real reason I hurried back.” Walking toward the door, he grins. “I’m learning quickly not to underestimate you ladies. All of you seem to surprise me. I’m going to bed. I’ll be down the hall if you do need me.”
“Hunter will be fine.” I reply to his back as Henry walks out of the room, closing the door behind him.
I sit on the edge of the bed and take a deep breath, wondering exactly what the hell I am going to do when he comes out of the bathroom. My body and my brain are fighting with a plan when the door opens, and my jaw drops at the sight. Hunter stands there towel drying his hair, completely naked, and still rock hard. His new ink, a lightning bolt, centered right in the middle of ‘The V’. Those fucking perfect lines leading to both the Heaven and Hell that God put on that man just to fry my brain. Drool ditches would be a better name for them, because they make my mouth water.
His eyes follow the path of mine, locked on his cock and he grins. “Is it time to eat?” He teases, winking at me and I know I am completely screwed.
Sexual Reeling
Hunter
“Um,” Chase stutters, her eyes totally glued to my dick.
Dropping the towel to the floor, I step closer to the bed. “I’m totally fine with you objectifying me, but can you at least do it ridin’ my cock?” I toss out, quirking my lips up in an innocent smile. “We’re busy people and I’m a multi-tasker.”
“Don’t you think we need to talk about earlier?” Chase asks, shaking her head.
Running a hand through my hair, I pace the floor at the end of the bed, trying to shake the cobwebs from my fuzzy head. “Yeah, I know and I’m sorry. I really fucked up, okay? I just don’t want to talk about it just
What the ever lovin’ hell? Wasn’t he passed out thirty seconds ago? Now he’s ready to play hide the meerkat in the borough?
“Alright lover boy,” I tease pulling on his hand. “The shower is running.”
Hunter pushes off the bed with a grunt, following me into the bathroom. “Fine, but I can’t be held responsible for your actions when you see all of this naked without an orgasm or three.”
“I’m sure I can manage.” I wink at him.
Hunter tugs off his shirt, and then shoves his boxers down his legs. “Don’t try to hurt my ego, Chase.” He teases, leaving me to take in the very hard dick pointing straight at me. Nearly blackout drunk not even an hour ago and now he’s ready for an all night ‘fuckscapade,’ as he calls it. Why should I even be surprised? “We both know you want me inside of you just as badly as I ache to be there.”
Thankfully, he steps into the shower without another word. Trying to get my mind off of the very wet, very hard man in the shower right now, I grab up a towel for him and a pair of clean boxers from his bag. Listening carefully just in case he slips and falls or something, since I know he is still far from sober.
“Come, come, come on my dick. Come on my schtick. I wanna lick your clit, Tiger Lily! Oh Tiger Lilllllly!” I hear him sing out, making me laugh.
“Shut up and wash your ass!” Henry says walking back in the bedroom door, making me jump.
“That was fast.” I say, knowing I expected him to be at least an hour.
“Aw Big Man, I’m singin’ for my dessert.” Hunter replies before starting to belt out another verse, only louder this time.
Tossing a take-out bag to the bed-side table, Henry shrugs. “I sent a text letting everyone know the assmole is unharmed and sobering, then went down and grabbed you two some food.”
“Thanks.” I say, sitting the stuff for Hunter on the bathroom sink. Quietly, I close the door behind me so Hunter can sing to himself.
“No problem.” He assures me, looking around the room. “I honestly figured you would have more trouble out of him. That’s the real reason I hurried back.” Walking toward the door, he grins. “I’m learning quickly not to underestimate you ladies. All of you seem to surprise me. I’m going to bed. I’ll be down the hall if you do need me.”
“Hunter will be fine.” I reply to his back as Henry walks out of the room, closing the door behind him.
I sit on the edge of the bed and take a deep breath, wondering exactly what the hell I am going to do when he comes out of the bathroom. My body and my brain are fighting with a plan when the door opens, and my jaw drops at the sight. Hunter stands there towel drying his hair, completely naked, and still rock hard. His new ink, a lightning bolt, centered right in the middle of ‘The V’. Those fucking perfect lines leading to both the Heaven and Hell that God put on that man just to fry my brain. Drool ditches would be a better name for them, because they make my mouth water.
His eyes follow the path of mine, locked on his cock and he grins. “Is it time to eat?” He teases, winking at me and I know I am completely screwed.
Sexual Reeling
Hunter
“Um,” Chase stutters, her eyes totally glued to my dick.
Dropping the towel to the floor, I step closer to the bed. “I’m totally fine with you objectifying me, but can you at least do it ridin’ my cock?” I toss out, quirking my lips up in an innocent smile. “We’re busy people and I’m a multi-tasker.”
“Don’t you think we need to talk about earlier?” Chase asks, shaking her head.
Running a hand through my hair, I pace the floor at the end of the bed, trying to shake the cobwebs from my fuzzy head. “Yeah, I know and I’m sorry. I really fucked up, okay? I just don’t want to talk about it just
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