In the first installment, John wasn’t very happy with Hunter for not only picking out a house outside their agreed upon price range but also furnishing John’s office. Before we get into the next bit, please note that Hunter did not do this because he didn’t care about John’s opinion or wishes. He seriously thought he was doing the right thing. The boy might still be just a bit impulsive, but now with a bigger bank account.
Let’s see if Hunter’s able to earn forgiveness, shall we?
With Landry and Tanner gone, I grabbed John’s hand and led him up the stairs. “I hope you know I’m saving all the shopping for when you’re home. Carrying groceries up all these stairs is going to be brutal.”
I saw it more as a workout than anything else. And yeah, it’d be nice if our place had an elevator like the rest of the guys’ houses did, but again, this was what qualified as a modest home this close to the beach. Personally, I couldn’t wait to see how much firmer John’s amazing bubble butt would be by the end of summer. I wisely kept my mouth shut since he still wasn’t sold on the house.
“I’m fine with that.” We began in the foyer, and I gave him a brief tour of each room before we moved on to the next. We traveled through the living room, dining room, and kitchen, all of which were pretty self-explanatory and came pre-furnished. Since Colburn had intended on renting the place out, he hadn’t taken any furniture with him.
“I never pegged you as the seashells and inspirational quotes type,” John teased.
“Eh, I don’t pay much attention to any of that shit. You know me better than to think I’d pass up a sweet deal because of the decorating style.” I still needed to figure out how sex on the couch was going to work. It was this woven thing that I didn’t completely trust to hold my weight, much less both of us as I railed him. I supposed I could always replace the couch if we broke it because floor sex wasn’t part of my plans for breaking in every room of the house. “I know you’re worried about the budget. That’s one cool thing about this place. We don’t need to worry about buying furniture and shit because it all came with the house. If you hate shit, then we’ll get new, but otherwise we can just use this stuff until we know where we’re gonna wind up.”
“We have furniture, Hunter.” John motioned towards the front door. “You know, all that shit I had Tanner and Landry help me load into the truck so I could haul it up here?”
“Yeah, but we can put that in storage for the time being.” I pulled him through a narrow room I imagined would eventually be a little reading nook for him or some shit. A place where he could relax since he didn’t like hiding out in the bedroom unless it was time to sleep. Or fuck. Weirdo. “And then we don’t have to carry it up the stairs.”
Not yet, at least, but I wouldn’t tell him that.
We went up the winding staircase to look at the connected bedrooms that I imagined would become both of our offices. That way, John could lock me out when he needed to study and I could watch film without having to keep the volume down. Each room had its own unique color palette with vibrant blues and greens gracing the walls in one room while pastel yellow lined another. I’d sucked it up with the green and blue since he swore bright colors were distracting.
My man had a lot of quirks. The windows were draped in sheer curtains that let ample amounts of sunshine illuminate every corner of each room providing a bright space instead of a gloomy cave like our old apartment.
John seemed entranced by the beauty of it all and eagerly stepped into each one to get a closer look at every detail he could find. He ran his hands across walls alive texture, offering compliments along the way as he admired everything around him. He was particularly taken by a large painting hung on one wall depicting a lush meadow full of wildflowers.
“You created this space for me?” He pulled out the desk chair-the exact one he’d been coveting since we started thinking about what we wanted in our first house together- and flopped into it. “It’s still too much, Hunter.”
“But you’ll forgive me?” Thanks to the hard plastic mat under his chair, I was easily able to pull him closer before pushing my way between his thighs. I’d planned on our reunion being in the bedroom but I couldn’t wait any longer.
I dropped to my knees, ready to beg or blow. Maybe both. John scooted his ass to the edge of the seat as I curled my fingers around the waistband of his workout shorts. It was a damned good thing he wasn’t wearing anything with buttons and zippers because I wasn’t sure I could work them right now.
I let out a low groan as I ran my mouth along the length of his shaft over his tight briefs. My head was filled with the scent of his musk and my mouth watered, desperate for more. His breathing quickened and I teased him with a few little licks before finally pulling down his underwear so I could take him into my mouth.
John’s head fell back, letting out an almost feral sound as I pleasured him. His hands twisted the fabric of the chair beneath him, trying to maintain control over his rising desire. He threaded his fingers into my hair, never forcing me to take more of him yet making sure I didn’t pull away.
Our gazes remained locked, and I hoped he saw the apology I was offering him through my actions. Not that he seemed upset any longer. If I played my cards right, he’d think of this moment every time he entered his office to study and it’d be a welcome distraction.
I kept up our slow pace and rhythm until his hips were thrusting against me in time with my movements. With each pass of my lips over him, he let go of more of his inhibitions until there was nothing left but pleasure coursing through us both.
“I’ve missed you so damned much,” he moaned as his entire body arched off the chair. “Don’t stop. Please, Hunter.”
I shook my head, silently ensuring him that was the last thing I intended to do. I wasn’t stopping until he slumped into the chair as a boneless, sated heap.
My hands moved up from his waist to grasp onto his forearms, giving me something extra to take hold of when he began shaking with satisfaction as he approached the peak of bliss. John’s hands slid over my shoulders and down my back as he muttered pleas and praise. It wasn’t long before John couldn’t hold back his release any longer. When I felt it coming, John reached out and grabbed fistfuls of my hair tightly pulling as though riding a wave just before crashing onshore leaving us both breathless on the other side.
A few moments later we were still trying to recover from our experience when John finally opened his eyes again. His gaze was heavy with lust and appreciation as he looked down at me draped across his leg trying to catch my breath.
“Okay, so maybe I can live with an office of my own as long as it comes with complimentary blowjobs every day,” he teased one his breathing steadied enough he could talk.
“Every day, huh?” I shifted so I sat using his leg as a back rest. “You do know that if everything goes well, I’m going to be out of town a lot, right? And there will be times when I’m too tired for fooling around.”
“Fine.” John’s shoulders slumped dramatically as he pouted. “I suppose I’ll suffer if I have to but there will be study break blowjobs whenever possible.”
“That’s a deal.” I breathed out a sigh of relief that earning his forgiveness seemed to have been as easy as promised regular blowjobs.
I still needed to show him the bedroom, but that needed to wait a bit longer. Pleasuring John combined with just having him in my presence again had set off my own orgasm and I needed a few more minutes to make sure I was steady on my feet. Then, maybe I’d show him the huge walk-in shower after I stripped out of my uncomfortably damp and sticky shorts.
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