Page 49 of Sunrises & Salvation

ADAM

I park my car in front of the cabin. Hunter doesn’t wait for me, choosing to open the door and sprint full speed toward the decorated oak wood doors propped open wide, waiting for us to enter.

I paid extra for the cleaning crew to do a rush job.

It’s been sitting vacant since I bought it last year, waiting for the perfect time to come out here.

I always made excuses for why I couldn’t.

But the real reason is I was waiting for Hunter to come back to me, because I knew he would enjoy being here.

It reminds me of the woods we walked through behind his house to get to his favorite pond, but this one has a lake.

The boat and Sea-Doos are stored away in the spare garage with anything else we could need for this week.

The weather outside is warming up, summer is upon us.

The months have moved by quickly, like sand falling through my fingers.

“Adam!” Hunter yells at me, waiting very impatiently on the front porch steps. I get out of my car, closing the door and leaving the bags behind, we can get them later. I have different priorities right now.

“Look at this place! Oh my god! Can you believe it?” he says, spinning around with his arms out, smiling wide and stretching the scar on his upper lip.

I capture him in my arms, seizing his lips with mine in a bruising kiss, the need I have for him coursing through my veins.

I want to lay him out on the porch and devour him.

But he deserves better than that, better than a quickie out in the open.

He deserves to be cherished and worshiped, to know how much he truly matters to me, when sometimes I can’t even find the words to describe what he means to me.

I love watching him handle all the customers at his bookstore with care, listening to each and every person while they talk.

I’m so proud of him. Astounded by how captivating he truly is.

His gorgeous brown eyes light up with enjoyment when they ask for his recommendations, or when someone purchases one of his special edition creations. He is amazing.

That’s why I wanted to bring him here, to help him relax, escape, and decompress after a long week.

Between preparing for the festival and cleaning up after it was finished, I watched as the exhaustion started to creep in.

I found him asleep in the back room on the last day, after we had finished cleaning up.

He had his headphones on, and I carefully slipped them off and paused the audiobook he was listening to.

He must have been exhausted because his audiobooks are one thing he doesn’t play around with.

Hunter moans into my mouth, tangling his hands in my hair and pulling me closer to him. Our bodies are flush, and my dick perks up inside my pants. We’ve been taking it slow, but I want my first time to be this weekend. I want Hunter in any way he’ll give me.

He trails his lips feverishly down my neck, licking and biting at the sensitive skin, and I hiss in pleasure.

“Inside,” I pant against his mouth, sharing a breath between us. He steps back but I squat and wrap my hands around his ass, lifting him while I straighten.

“Oh shit,” he moans, his dick rubbing against mine through the athletic shorts we’re wearing, the thin material barely keeping anything contained.

“I can feel how hard you are for me,” I say, walking us to the couch. I sit down, and pull him down on top of my lap, keeping our cocks pressed tightly together.

“So hard,” he groans, rocking his hips against mine and attacking my mouth with his.

I want to stay like this forever, Hunter in my lap and no one to bother us. Just me and him, the way it should be.

He pushes off me, his knees hitting the floor hard enough that I hear a light thud.

“What—” He cuts me off, dragging my athletic shorts down and leaving them to bunch up around my ankles.

Hunter stares at my cock and I start to feel self-conscious.

He’s been the only person to ever see me like this, and what if he doesn’t like it now?

I don’t know how many people he’s been with while we were apart, and I don’t want to think about it.

My dick starts to deflate with the worried thoughts in my head.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful.” A pulse of precum drips out of my tip, hearing his dirty words. It shouldn't be hot hearing him curse, but it’s so foreign. So tempting.

I try to see myself through his eyes. My leg tattoo starts at my mid-thigh and stops right at the bottom curve of my ass.

It wasn’t the most well-thought-out tattoo, I told the artist to go crazy.

The black and gray style covers my skin with interpretations of Greek Mythology, and it hurt like a bitch.

Maybe Hunter will think it’s hot, though, and it’ll be worth all the pain, especially since it was Trent who dragged me along to his tattoo appointments and convinced me to get one with him.

Hunter traces his tongue across the top of my thigh, the delicate lines of the lyre turning glossy with his saliva. My hips thrust up of their own accord, trying to experience that for themselves.

He stares up at me through his eyelashes, licking lazily across my thigh to the crease of my leg. I moan loudly, my core tightening with need. His eyes flash with a hint of amusement as he keeps his mouth barely hovering over my skin.

“What do you want, Adam?” The way he purrs my name out like a Grade A seductress has my mouth drying and incapable of forming words.

He tsks while I stare at him, feathering his fingertips over my balls and up my dick.

I’m leaking, my release on the front burner and ready to explode at any moment.

I have no restraint when it comes to him, and I never have.

“If you can’t tell me, I can’t do anything.” He mock pouts and acts like he’s going to move away, and I could cry due to the tension building inside of me from his teasing.

“You, I just need you.”

“Like this?” He cups my balls, rolling them in the palm of his hand and gently tugging on them.

The light bite of pain has my need rescinding for a moment before it’s back and rearing its head, ready to go.

I like a little bit of pain when it comes from him.

It reminds me that this is real, the person of my dreams is in front of me. On his knees. About to suck my cock.

Wait.

His head dips and he licks a thick stripe up from the seam of my balls to the tip of my cock and I flinch hard.

“Ohh. Fuck. Hunter, Hunter. Please.” He keeps up the torture, licking around the head but never putting his full mouth on it.

It’s better than anything I’ve experienced since he’s been gone; my hand can only satisfy my craving for him so much.

No one else did it for me, though. Not like him, never like him.

“Do you want this? Do you want me to choke on your cock?” My eyes cross from pleasure, picturing in my mind what he’s going to do to me. It’s like all my fantasies are about to come true.

“Yes, please. That,” I mumble, my words slightly slurred with lust.

“Since you asked so nicely.” Where did this sex demon come from, and what did he do to my sweet Hunter? Because the man on his knees in front of me is tempting my control.

Not that I’m complaining.

He tilts his head down and slips the tip of my cock into his mouth. The wet heat and hot suction have my dick flexing.

“I’m not going to last,” I warn him. He doesn’t stop, instead, he doubles his efforts, taking my dick to the back of his throat and swallowing around the head.

“Fucking Christ, Hunter,” I gasp, my toes curling with the movement. Sex demon indeed.

He’s slurping and choking on my cock, his face is red, and he looks fucking wrecked. I did that. Me. I’m the cause of this neat and tidy man losing his control and not being able to contain himself.

He chokes on my cock one last time, my tip hitting the back of his throat while he swallows around my length.

I break, my vision whiting out while I spill into his mouth. He sucks me dry, until the aftershocks of pleasure turn into pain and he backs off, licking his lips and smiling like the cat who caught the canary.

“Good?”

“I think you sucked my brain right out of my dick.” His cackle is evil as he sits back on his heels and wipes at the corner of his mouth where a little bit of my cum escaped.

When I finally get my breathing under control, I press him down, his back hitting the cool hardwood beneath us.

His laughter is infectious, but as soon as I get his pants down, his laughter stops.

He watches me, propping himself up on his elbows while I work his thick cock into my mouth.

He tastes like soap and skin, with a hint of sweat.

I could get drunk off the taste of him alone, sucking him down and waiting for him to reward me with more.

Hunter cups the back of my head gently, guiding me up and down while he murmurs “look at you, sucking my cock so good.” I moan around him, the tip of his cock resting against my tongue, and I trace the hard ridge of his head.

I work overtime, my jaw aching with the effort to keep the tight suction, trying to keep my teeth tucked behind my lips, and making sure that it’s sloppy and wet just like the one he gave me.

I lift my eyes to meet his, the brown irises burrowing deep inside me and holding me hostage. “Look me in my eyes when you swallow my cum,” he demands, his hips thrusting more now, the tip of his dick gagging me on every pass, and I breathe through the urge to choke.

He moans, low and loud, as my mouth fills up with his release. I want to close my eyes and savor the feeling of him on my tongue and his cum in my mouth, but I don’t. So I hold his eyes as I gulp him down, pulling off when his body twitches and he makes a pained groan.

“Good?” I repeat his question, and he pulls me on top of him. I’m slightly bigger, so I worry about squishing him, but my worries are erased when he flips us over to lie on top of me. We lay there on the floor of our cabin, loving the afterglow.

A great start to one long week that I plan to make perfect for him.