Roman smiled wolfishly. “I can think of a few things we can try if you’re up for it.”
The attempt at levity worked and Hunter felt himself relax. “I’m not sure that’s what he had in mind when he suggested it.”
Roman’s eyes settled on his mouth and Hunter felt his dick jerk as the humor gave way to something else. “Maybe we can test the theory out and then let him know.”
“Maybe,” Hunter agreed although he was having trouble remembering what they were talking about. Roman’s lips descended on his and what started off as a gentle, searching kiss gave way to a white hot burning need. Hunter had no idea if he was more desperate or Roman was…all he knew was that when Roman told him to face the mirror and put his hands flat on the countertop, he did so without question. Roman stripped off his own shirt first but didn’t reach for Hunter’s clothes next. Instead he disappeared into the main part of the room and then returned a second later with the lube and a condom.
At that point his hands made quick work of Hunter’s jeans but he just shoved them to Hunter’s ankles instead of removing them all together. His own jeans were next but he didn’t take them off either – he just opened them enough to expose his cock and then he was putting the condom on. Something about watching Roman do the absolute minimum needed to bring them together turned Hunter on like nothing else. Even the fact that he suspected Roman would be taking him from behind – something he hadn’t ever done since Hunter had asked him not to during their first night together in the hotel in Big Sur – didn’t worry him like it should. Maybe because he’d be able to see who it was behind him because of the mirror which was why he assumed Roman had placed him there in the first place. Or maybe it was because he trusted Roman completely and it wouldn’t have even occurred to him to confuse the man who loved and revered him with the men who’d brutalized him.
Cool lube was slathered over his hole as Roman stepped behind him and he used his knee to force Hunter’s legs farther apart. The heat radiating from Roman’s body was intense and the contrast between the cool lube and Roman’s hot finger pushing into his body was heady. He watched as Roman’s lips skimmed over his neck as he prepped him and then his mouth was sealing over Hunter’s. The finger left his body but Roman maintained the connection with their mouths as his cock slid between Hunter’s ass. Roman’s entry was rough and unrelenting but somehow it was exactly what Hunter needed. There was no pain whatsoever – just the burning, stretching feeling he loved.
Roman only gave him a couple of shallow thrusts before he began ramming into him, his movements forcing Hunter to brace himself on his hands. Hunter’s shirt was pushed up enough to expose his back but Roman still didn’t remove it. The burning in his ass quickly changed over to a delicious friction that had Hunter moaning with each heavy slap of Roman’s balls against his ass. He loved how the hair on Roman’s thighs brushed against his own legs and the feel of Roman’s wiry hair at his groin scratching over Hunter’s sensitive skin had him crying out in delight. When Roman pressed him flat on the counter, Hunter didn’t protest and he didn’t bother to keep his eyes on the reflection in the mirror because all he wanted to do in that moment was feel. The edge of the counter dug into his abdomen as Roman slammed into him repeatedly but once Roman’s hand closed around his dick, Hunter didn’t even notice. And then came the weight on his back as Roman leaned over him.
“So fucking tight, Hunter,” Roman groaned in his ear. “It’s like you were made just for me…a perfect fit.” Roman’s teeth gently nipped at his ear and then closed over his shoulder. It reminded Hunter of an animal forcing its mate into submission and just that idea alone had Hunter’s orgasm building deep in his balls.
“Harder,” Hunter ordered as he used his hands to force his ass back onto Roman’s length.
“Yes,” Roman snarled and Hunter felt Roman’s big hand fist in his hair to further hold him still. With all his control taken from him, Hunter let go of everything but the sound of Roman’s heavy breaths, the feel of his body covering Hunter’s, protecting it, owning it, the sensation of pleasure radiating up his spine. Roman’s lunges became so heavy that Hunter actually had to stand on his tiptoes. And when Roman’s arm wrapped around his waist to keep him from slamming forward into the counter, Hunter just let his whole lower body go lax so that Roman could fuck him however he wanted, as hard as he wanted and for as long as he wanted.