Page 72 of Burden of Proof

“I think I’m in love with you.”

It was my voice not his, almost overshadowed by the strangled cry that tore out of Hunter’s throat as he came all over his hand. I tightened my grip on the phone, all of the heat immediately draining out of my face. My palms went clammy and my jaw slack, but Hunter held my stare as he stroked himself through the rest of his orgasm. With cum smeared across his fingers and his stomach, he dropped his weight fully against the dresser, and the video on his phone started to play again from the beginning.

I was such an idiot.

Still on my knees, still holding the phone, I closed my eyes and dropped my chin against my chest. My cock wasstill annoyingly hard, not put off in the least by what had just happened, by what I’d just confessed. After what felt like a lifetime of silence, Hunter took another sip from his glass, fingers leaving cum streaks across the crystal.

“Did you mean to send me that?” he asked.

“I think it’s obvious that I didn’t,” I muttered, my own moans still drifting from the speakers as the video restarted.

I need it. I need you to take me.

“Did you mean it?”

I hoped my face didn’t give me away. I hoped he wasn’t going to make me answer.

“What were you thinking when you were saying those things? Not the last part…the rest,” he asked instead. “What were you fantasizing about?”

I blinked hard, frowning at Hunter’s still half hard and cum-covered cock and the way it rested against his thigh.

“It’s…” I was more embarrassed and exposed than I’d ever been in my life, and that was saying a lot.

“It’s all right,” he said, tone going soft. He crooked a finger and beckoned me closer. I knee-walked from my place in front of the bed to right in front of him, close enough I could have pressed my mouth against his cock if I wanted.

“I…”

What were words?

“Lincoln.” Hunter took the phone out of my hand and set it down beside his drink, still playing, then he very gently carded his fingers through my hair until I took a breath and closed the space between us, resting my cheek on his thigh, my mouth inches from his cock. “Tell Daddy what you were thinking about.”

My eyes rolled back, and I groaned, wrapping my arms around his legs and using his body to keep myself from melting into the floor. I’d never been into the Daddy thing before, noton either side of it, but something about casually using it with Hunter had me so fucking hot for it.

“I was thinking about you DP-ing me,” I admitted. “Fucking me with your cock and a dildo at the same time. I was thinking about your waking me up and using me to get off then rolling over and going back to sleep.”

His fingers tightened in my hair briefly, then he was back to the same gentle glide from top to back and top to back. “What else?”

I chewed at the inside of my cheek and shook my head. There was no way I would tell him the rest.

No way Icould.

He made an unhappy sound, moving me toward his cock and feeding it into my mouth, one inch at a time. He wasn’t fully erect, so it was easy to fit the whole of him against my tongue, and when I sealed my lips around his base, Hunter groaned low and long.

“When I fantasize about you, I think of all sorts of things,” he murmured, pumping his hips and burying my nose into the trimmed hair around the root of his shaft. My eyes watered as his cock swelled against my tongue, but I blinked the tears away instead of fighting it. “I do think about using you whenever I want. Sometimes, I imagine having you come to my office and sucking me off under my desk. I made partner today. It would have been a great way to celebrate.”

The unanticipated announcement was enough to make me choke, but Hunter’s hand on the back of my head tightened, and he kept me in place between his legs when I tried to pull away.

“I like you like this,” he said, and it was enough to make me go still. “You can’t argue with a mouthful of cock. You can’t overthink.”

I grunted, and he thrust himself deeper into my mouth.

“Let me tell you what I think about it, yes?”

I hummed my agreement around his cock and relaxed against him, even as spit bubbled out of the corners of my mouth.

“I think you’re tired, Lincoln. I think you’re tired of always trying, but you don’t know how to stop, don’t feel safe to stop.”

Even if I wanted to argue, I couldn’t have. Hunter was almost fully hard, and it took all my focus to not accidentally clamp my teeth into his cock when I tried to breathe around his thickness.