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seventeen

Hunter

“ O h my god.” Mark groans while stretching himself awake.

I can’t help the cocky grin that springs to my lips. Last night had been fucking world awakening—Mark’s lips, his hands, his sweet body—it had been heaven. And okay, sure, being the first person to ever fuck him stroked my ego. I will replay last night in my mind forever.

Even if he is currently going to kill me. “I’m sorry.”

“No, you’re not,” he whines.

“Would it help if I said it gets easier?”

“There will never be anything easy about taking your giant dick.”

I roll over to face him, not being able to resist. Fuck, he’s sexy.

And I can smell my body wash all over his skin, from the shower we took last night after Mark regained use of his legs.

Thankfully Jamie had been nowhere to be seen, and I didn’t hear him while we were in the shower.

“So sexy.” Mark glares as I kiss his mouth.

“I can kiss it better if you’d like.” That glare morphs into something with so much heat behind it.

Taking that as my invitation, I get up, caging him between my arms. I trail kisses down his body, loving every inch of his skin. “What a pretty cock.” I nuzzle his balls before taking one into my mouth, and while yes, his cock is perfect, I have a different destination in mind.

“Ungh.” His back arches. “This feels so weird, but so fucking good.” I lick deeper, prodding my tongue, careful not to hurt him.

His hole clenches around my tongue and I just want to go all out, but I restrain myself, keeping in mind he’s sore .

. . but soon. Soon I’ll have him writhing and screaming my name.

Sorry, Jamie. I’ll have to invest in some great noise-canceling headphones.

“Oh, please, fuck yeah. Hunter.” His fingers dig into my scalp.

My cock throbs between my thighs. I could do this for hours as long as he’s on the other end of it. “Hunter, Hunter!”

Taking his cock into my mouth, I lick and suck while rubbing his hole gently. He thickens in my mouth and comes with a loud cry. His nails dig into my hair. Fuck, I’m hard, and the taste of him in my mouth is only making it worse.

When I’ve drunk every last drop, I get up to straddle him, and it takes less than a second for Mark to wrap his lips around my cock.

Using his hand and perfect suction, he sucks me hard, and with only a few pumps inside the wet heat of his mouth I’m coming.

Mark moans around me, clutching my hips as I practically ram myself down his throat.

Choking, he doesn’t let up and keeps sucking until I have to pull back. My dick slips from his lips, and he looks up at me with a watery smile I need to commit to memory. I give him a filthy kiss, our releases mingling as he grabs me and pulls me back down, and I practically collapse on top of him.

I never want this to end.

Here in this bed, with Mark, things are a thousand percent better. “Fuck.” He bites his lip, his face pink. “You taste so good. It’s a bad idea right now, but I want you back inside me.”

“Well, I’m spent and you’re sore, but next time.

“You sure you don’t bottom?” He grins, but it’s playful. I can tell he really doesn’t care.

I’ve had guys in the past think they can “change my mind” or insist, “You just haven’t had someone do it right.

” Which is bullshit. It isn’t any of that.

I haven’t had any bad experiences. I just did it once and didn’t like it.

I like taking control. I like being the person making my partner feel good, and last night with Mark, fuck me, that was the best thing I’ve ever experienced.

I shake my head, and he just kisses my face. “I’d be open to letting you play with me. I just don’t like penetration. Sorry.”

“How ever will I manage?” He laughs, and I love that he doesn’t push it. Some exes I’ve had thought that with a little nagging, a little push, I’d change my mind. But it just doesn’t feel good to me. “Can I eat you out sometime?”

That makes me smile. I don’t like penetration, but I am down for some play now and then. “Yeah. Sometime.” Mark smiles wide at that. Leaning in, I feel my cock twitch, but we break apart at the loud bangs on my door.

Goddammit, Jamie.

“I swear to god, if I hear one more person come in this house I’m going to burn in down!”

“You know, if it were you, maybe you’d be less bitchy!” I yell back.

His footsteps retreat. “What’s his deal?”

I shake my head, not wanting to think about Jamie and his mood swings. I get it, I do. From the outside looking in Jamie seems like a dickhead, and most days, yeah, that’s how he acts. There’s so much more to it than that, though. “He needs to get laid.”

“Maybe I’ll introduce him to Noah.”

“Ah, not a good idea. Jamie doesn’t like anyone. He wouldn’t be good for your friend.”

“I don’t think Noah would like him anyway.”

Not who he is now . The thought makes me a little sick. “Come on. Let’s go have breakfast. You need to fuel up for the day I have in mind for you.”

“What kind of day?”

“I don’t want to spoil it. Just don’t expect to wear much clothing.”

Fuck my life.

Seriously.

Watching these two glare back and forth would almost be funny if it wasn’t so stupid.

I like Mark’s temper, his fire. Jamie and Mark together, though .

. . This is a disaster waiting to happen.

I knew Jamie wouldn’t be happy about Mark sleeping over for the weekend.

Nothing makes Jamie happy anymore, though, so he can just deal for a couple of days.

Jamie gets mad when he runs out of weed, wakes up in the morning, if the sky is blue, the carpet in the living room isn’t perfectly straight. “Hours,” Jamie growls. “Fucking hours.”

“No one said you needed to listen to it, pervert.”

“So, I’m supposed to wear headphones the entire time Mark is here?”

“Yeah, maybe. Try a gag while you’re at it.” I smile, spooning cereal into my mouth. “Glad we solved that problem.” Because I’m certainly going to figure out how many times my gorgeous boyfriend can come today.

Whoa. Boyfriend?

We haven’t brought up labels yet, but fuck, I want that.

I want him. It’s been a bit since I was in a relationship, and seeing how my last one ended, I haven’t really been looking for one.

I’m due for something deeper, though, and Mark is just amazing.

“Are you queer?” Mark asks. I nearly choke on my Fruit Loops.

“None of your fucking business.”

I shake my head. “He’s a bisexual pain in my ass. Stop being a dick to my boyfriend.” Mark’s eyes heat on me and I can’t look at him. I’m afraid to.

“Boyfriend?” Jamie cocks a brow.

Mark blinks at me before turning his attention back to Jamie. “I only ask because I have a friend, his name is Noah, and he—”

“I don’t give a fuck about your friend. Keep the orgasms down to a dull roar.” Jamie tosses his bowl into the sink with a crash.

“Don’t be mad just because you’re not used to hearing that much noise in the bedroom,” I shout. Jamie’s head pops back into the kitchen.

“You know damn well that’s not true. I’ve made women come plenty, those sounds are gorgeous. Whatever that was last night sounded like the screeches of a dying fucking eagle.”

“Oh, fuck you.” Mark stands up, and oookay, we are done here.

“Hey.” I place my hands gently on Mark’s shoulders. “That’s not how you sound, he’s just being an asshole.” I glare at Jamie.

“Keep it down to a dull crescendo. I couldn’t sleep for shit last night.”

While I’m sure that’s true, I know we aren’t the reason. PTSD and nightmares will do that to anyone. Jamie leaves, and I sink back into my chair to finish my now soggy cereal. “I’m sorry. He’s being a dick.”

“Why do you live with that?”

“Because dorms aren’t cheap, and that asshole is still my friend. Somewhere inside all that he’s still there.” It’s the only thing keeping me from strangling him most days.

“Do you mean it? What you called me?” Mark looks at me, and it’s this right here that makes all the bullshit worth it. Mark’s ice-blue eyes weigh on me. They are so fucking blue. His chin-length blond hair is messy. Running my fingers through it, I smile, leaning in to kiss him.

“I do.”

Shutting the door, I’m a little nervous now. I don’t know why. “What do you want to do today?” Mark’s eyes trail over my Xbox “Games?”

“I want to kick your ass, honestly,” he says.

“I don’t think so.”

“I think so, hockey boy. While you may be the king on the ice . . . here? This is my element.” Mark frowns.

“What?”

“I just realized I have no clothes.” He’s wearing only boxers. I go to my dresser to find him a shirt to wear—not that I mind the view—but as I look through my drawer, I see Mark walk over and grab my folded jersey off the top, slipping it on.

Oh, fuck.

New kink unlocked.

Something so simple should not be this fucking hot. “This okay?” he asks.

More than alright. I’ll commit it to memory. “So hot.”

“Can I have sweats?”

“Oh, yeah.” I grab him a dark-gray pair and he slips them on. “Are you planning on staying another night?”

“If Jamie doesn’t kill me in my sleep, sure.”

“I won’t let him kill you. Too many plans for that nice ass,” I assure him. Mark grabs his phone and frowns. “What?”

Ignoring me, he unlocks it his and his eyes widen. “Holy fucking shit.”

“What?” He shows me the photo. “Oh my god.”

Noah:

What the hell do I do about this?

In the photo, my best friend is sleeping on what I recognize as Noah’s comforter, ass up, naked as the day he was born. “Oh no.”

“Oh my god,” Mark laughs, video-calling Noah. He waits until he picks up, and when Noah comes into frame, he’s wearing the red hoodie Sawyer was wearing last night. Thank god I can’t see below his chest. “Nice job.”

“What the hell do I do about this?! He’s been sleeping all morning.”

“It’s only ten,” I say.

“Hello, Hamish. Your chest hairs are looking extremely lush this early in the morning.”

“It’s Hunt—”

Mark shakes his head. “Just wake him up, Noah.”

“I’ve tried that. My roommate is gone for the weekend, thank god. Shit got weird after we left you guys.”

“I thought he was just dropping you off. What the hell happened?” Mark laughs.

“What dorm does he stay at!?” Noah hisses.

“Dorm C,” I say. “He has to wake up, though. He usually goes home for the weekend, so his mom will wonder where he is. I’ll text her, though, and say he crashed with me last night.”

“Did you guys sleep together?”

“Mark, I swear to—” He hisses. “Wait. Wait a minute. Why are you two together this early in the morning?” The mischief in his voice makes my eyes roll. “Oh, did you give it good to Puck Daddy?”

“Please stop calling me that.”

“Noah, wake Sawyer up. Send him home. Release him from your demon grasp.”

“Excuse me. Only one of us had the beast inside him last night and it wasn’t me. My ass feels fine, and believe me, I’ve seen it. I’d feel something if he’d fucked me.”

“That’s too much information,” I say.

“He’s your best friend! I’m sure you know what I’m talking about.”

“I . . .” I look to Mark. “I don’t know what to say.”

“Noah, you’re an idiot.”

Ignoring us, Noah muses. “It’s been a while since I’ve topped.” Noah thinks for a moment. “I bet I was great. Clearly, I was, as he is in a mini coma right now!”

“What happened?”

“I don’t know. He walked me up to my dorm, but he was acting weird, so I asked him if he wanted a drink. One drink turned into two drinks, and then next thing I know, goodbye clothing. Hello, Sawyer’s perfectly sculpted ass.”

“And we will be going now. Bye.”

“You better give me details later!” Mark hangs up.

“Should we be worried?”

I shake my head. “Sawyer’s so busy with classes and working, this is probably the best thing for him.

” Even if he is going to regret it. “So, can I kick your ass now or . . . ?” Mark’s pouty mouth drops open.

Grabbing a controller, I sit on the floor as the game loads. “Do you even know how to play?”

“Do I know how to play Left for Dead ?” He cocks his head. “Just don’t get in my way, and don’t slow me down. Oh! And let me know before you shoot the witches. They scare me. The crying gets me every time.”

Okay, that makes me laugh. The witches in this game hide in the dark, and if you startle them, they attack you. What’s creepy is the crying they do as you get closer and closer.

Leaning against my bed, his leg slips down, falling into my lap. Looping my arm around his leg, we sit like this, and I have to say, I fucking love it. I press my lips to the inside of his knee. “Should we make it interesting?”

He thinks for a moment. “Whoever gets the least amount of kills will be edged until they beg to come.” He grins.

I fully expect to lose. Too bad it doesn’t sound like losing at all.