Hunt Me! I Crave the Chase (Spooky Boys #3)

No fucking way.

“Did you just come?” I asked, aiming for incredulousness but landing somewhere around amazed. “Just because I said you could suck my dick?”

“It is a nice dick,” Handsome released my hip, pressed the length of his massive hand against my still-clothed dick, and squeezed.

“Hnnnn,” my cock spurted a little, precum slicking the inside of my boxers. Hot and sticky, and unfamiliar. I’d never felt this way before. Not with any of my hookups. Ever. My lashes fluttered and I watched through hazy lust-filled goggles as Handsome undid the button on my jeans, then my zipper, and pulled my pants down my legs.

Still clothed in boxers, I felt like an idiot with my jeans dangling around my ankle for all of two seconds before I was distracted by him again. God, his shoulders were big, and round. This was a big vehicle, and yet, it totally shocked me he could fit inside it. That we both could.

He ducked down, soft brunette hair tickling my hips as he buried his face in my crotch and sniffed. I had no idea how he squashed his body to fit, but I was too hard to care.

“Fuuuuck,” I gripped onto his head, terrified by how fucking turned on I was. “Are you smelling me?” I was probably sweaty. Which was gross. Did he think I was gross? Did he think?—

“You smell delicious,” Handsome growled, rubbing his lips and nose up and down my length, before diving down to suck through cotton at the secret space behind my balls. I wanted to tell him to back off, that back there was strictly off limits. “You are delicious. Do not worry.”

But it felt good.

Way fucking good.

Maybe too good.

No girl I’d been with had ever told me I was delicious before. No girl had ever left bruises on my hips. None of my girlfriends had ever slurped wet kisses up my thighs and scratched me up with stubble. Handsome bit greedily at the sensitive squishy skin on my inner thighs, and I hissed out a breath, pulling hard on his hair to remind him where his mouth should be.

Which was on my dick.

My very needy, very hard dick.

The red tip had poked out of the slit in my boxers, and I nearly came when I saw Handsome open his eyes and spot it for the first time. He growled, low enough it rumbled my entire body and made my hair stand on end again.

He sounded ravenous.

“You are better than a daydream,” he told me, breathlessly before leaning over and taking my tip into his wet-hot-wet-hot oh, oh, oh. He did something with his hands, but I was too distracted to tell what it was. Only that my skin felt colder, and his mouth felt hotter, and?—

“Oh,” I shuddered, beginning to whine again as he flattened his tongue and slurped. It was unpracticed. I’d certainly had more expert head in the past. But no one had sucked me like they’d die without my cock down their throat before. No one had dug their tongue into my crown to taste every drop of precum that slipped out.

No one had buried their nose in my balls and pulled, and sucked, and sampled the sweat sticky skin like I was a fucking delicacy.

I felt decadent.

Desirable.

Wanted.

Needed.

Loved.

Like a daydream.

“Wider, my prince,” Handsome crooned. He shoved my thighs open before I could, pinning my leg against the back seat with one hand. My prince? Huh. That was new. I wiggled a little, just to see how hard it would be to break out of his hold—and was quickly rewarded with a quiet warning growl and the answer that—yes, in fact, it would be quite impossible to get out of his grip.

He was too fucking strong.

Way stronger than me.

Faster.

Better.