Page 65 of Hunter

He whines. “Please—I’m so close—I need it⁠—”

I nip his hipbone, hard enough to make him jolt. “No.”

“You’re a fucking masochist,” he gasps, voice wrecked and shaky.

“Maybe.” I laugh low against his skin, because I’m not opposed to being tied up and feeling a little pain. “But right now, I’m enjoying making you the masochist.”

I curl my fingers again, pressing hard against his prostate while I stroke his cock with slow, torturous pulls. Charlie’s head falls back against the fridge with a thud, a broken sob tearing out of him as I bring him right to the edge again… and stop.

He cries out in frustration, hips jerking uselessly into the air.

I stand up slowly, keeping my fingers buried deep inside him as I rise. It’s awkward for a second—I have to curl them and press upward to maintain the angle while I straighten, but the broken moan Charlie lets out when I do makes it worth every bit of strain.

I pin him against the fridge with my body, chest to chest, my thigh wedged between his legs to help hold him up. My fingers stay inside him, curled tight against his prostate, stroking that spot with slow movements while my other hand wraps around his cock again.

Charlie’s mouth opens on a silent cry. His hands clutch at my shoulders, nails digging in hard through my shirt. Ah, there’s the pain. My healing skin isn’t quite all the way there yet, but I don’t stop him.

“Fuck—Hunter—you’re gonna kill me,” he whimpers.

His words make me pause for half a second as Robby’s voice tries to crawl in—Yeah, you’re real good at that, aren’t you? Killing people who get too close.

No. Not now. Not here.

I push the ghost away and lean in, biting Charlie’s bottom lip before soothing it with my tongue.

“That’s not the plan,” I growl against his mouth. “I’m not going to kill you, baby. I’m going to make you feel so good you forget how to breathe.”

I curl my fingers harder, stroking his prostate in tight, relentless circles while I pump his cock with long, firm strokes. Charlie sobs, legs shaking so badly I have to press my thigh firmer between them to keep him upright.

I keep him right there—right on the edge—for what feels like forever. Every time his cock starts pulsing and his breath turns into broken little cries, I slow down or loosen my grip just enough to pull him back.

By the time I’ve edged him three more times, he’s crying openly, tears streaming down his flushed cheeks, body trembling violently against mine.

“Please,” he sobs, voice completely wrecked. “Hunter, please—I can’t—I need to come so bad⁠—”

I rest my forehead against his, breathing hard, and press one last kiss to his trembling lips.

“One more,” I murmur against his trembling lips. “One more and I’ll let you come so hard you forget your own name.”

Charlie nods frantically, fresh tears slipping down his flushed cheeks. He looks completely wrecked—eyes glassy, lips swollen, body shaking so hard I have to hold him up with my thigh and my chest.

I drop back down and take him to the back of my throat in one smooth motion, sucking him hard while I thrust two fingers deep inside him, curling relentlessly against his prostate. No more teasing. I work him fast, moaning around his cock so he can feel the vibration.

Charlie’s whole body locks up.

His hands fly to my hair, gripping tight as his hips jerk forward. A broken, guttural cry tears out of him as he finally tips over the edge.

He comes so hard his legs give out.

Thick, pulsing ropes flood my mouth as he sobs my name, over and over, body convulsing with every brutal wave. I swallow everything he gives me, milking him through every shuddering pulse until he’s oversensitive and whimpering, weakly pushing at my head.

I pull off gently, pressing soft kisses to his twitching cock, his hip, his stomach, his pecs as I rise. He collapses forward into my chest the second I’m upright, face buried in my neck, still crying softly through the aftershocks.

I wrap my arms around him tightly, one hand stroking up and down his sweaty back, the other cradling the back of his head.

“You okay?” I whisper, kissing his temple. “Talk to me, baby.”

“So good…” he mumbles. “Holy fuck…I think I blacked out for a second.”