Hunter

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

“You don’t mind riding b***h, right?” Hunter smirked.

“Ha ha. No, I don’t mind riding on the back, but I’m nobody’s bitch.”

Feeling a little snippy, Van moved closer to the bike when Hunter grabbed his chin, forcing his face up so their eyes met.

“You’ll be my…” Slowly leaning forward, Hunter ran his nose, then his lips, up Van’s throat.

Feeling light headed and like his knees were ready to buckle, Van grabbed on to Hunter’s shoulders and moaned deep in the back of his throat.

Blowing softly in Van’s ear, Hunter whispered the word, “b***h,” then licked Van’s ear once before pulling away.

Van swayed forward as the invisible rope pulled him closer to Hunter. Shaking his head to clear it, he felt like a f*****g virginal kid, not an experienced adult.

Hunter handled the roaring machine like he’d been born on it. Van, on the other hand, clung to Hunter’s back like a…bitch, but he had a blast. He was giddy when the wind whipped through his hair, and taking a corner at this speed only made him cling harder to Hunter’s back.

As the scenery changed from beaches and patio restaurants to woods and trails, Van started to relax even more. He felt the lingering sun on his back, the wind on his face. His c**k rubbed on Hunter’s lower back, and he all but shook with the need to c*m. The man smelled fantastic, but felt even better in his arms.

“You mind if we pull over for a bit?” Hunter yelled over the noise of the bike.

“Sure, next right is a picnic area, we can stop there,” Van said as he pointed up ahead.

Hunter steered the bike where Van had gestured to and killed the engine. Feeling reluctant to take his hands off Hunter’s sides, Van climbed off the back of the bike and stretched his legs a little, smiling sheepishly at Hunter.

“It’s been a while since I rode on a bike,” Van told him and smiled.

“Yeah, well, I’ve been on it for the last three weeks, pretty much straight. I eat, sleep, and ride. I’m on a bit of R&R now.”

Trying to keep his giddy smile hidden, Van wanted to jump up and down that this god-like creature was in his small town for some R&R. Turning so he faced Jocassee Lake, he leaned on the side of the picnic table. He loved the view from this spot and could usually gaze for hours at the wildlife and rugged terrain, but he was too focused on Hunter to take it all in today.

“So, how long are you in town for, Hunter?” Van whispered.

Doing a little stretch as well, Hunter strutted over to Van. He had a loose-legged walk that brought Van’s mind immediately to s*x. Looking into his eyes, Van couldn’t help but get lost in their depths again.

Time seemed to stand still as Hunter leaned into Van’s space and whispered, “As long as you want me to be,” and kissed the side of his mouth.

Van couldn’t breathe, couldn’t focus. All he could do was feel, and what he felt stunned him.

The only noise, besides the occasional hawk screeching for its next meal, was Van’s gasp of air as Hunter kissed him again, lightly running his tongue over Van’s lower lip before gently biting it. Van’s arms had a mind of their own as they grabbed onto Hunter’s hips, pulling him closer.

Both were out of breath, and they hadn’t done anything but exchange a few light kisses. Van couldn’t remember getting so turned on by just a kiss. This man was so good, yet so bad for his heart. Van could get addicted to Hunter’s kisses and craving so much more. He was f*****g screwed, and he knew it.

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Shit, Hunter thought about what Van would taste like the whole ride up the mountain, now he couldn’t get enough. Warm and sunny with a hint of cinnamon. When Van’s hands landed on his hips, pulling him forward, it took all of Hunter’s control not to grab the man’s head and plunder his mouth. But he knew less than nothing about Van, other than he seemed a little on the shy side, and he didn’t want to scare Van away. Hunter was more rough around the edges, a take-no-s**t kind of guy, but being with Van made him want to take his time and savor. Savor Van’s taste and the way the man’s c**k rubbed against his through their jeans. Jesus.

“Kiss me,” Van begged as Hunter again ran his tongue around Van’s mouth, biting not so gently this time.

Needing no more encouragement, Hunter grabbed the back of Van’s head and slid his tongue roughly into Van’s mouth, eliciting a long groan from the man. Van’s c**k rubbed faster against Hunter’s, and his tongue wrestled for domination. Hunter grabbed the hair at the back of Van’s neck, forcing his tongue deeper, sliding it in and out, mimicking what he wanted to do next. He couldn’t get enough of Van’s taste, of his essence, his scent. Hunter didn’t get mushy about kissing a guy, but, damn it, he felt that kiss to his balls and back and was ready to explode.

The sound of a car pulling onto the gravel had the two reluctantly pulling apart, but not breaking eye contact as the car headed back in the same direction it came from.

“Well, that was…” Van touched his lips and smiled.

“Yeah,” was all Hunter could get out as he adjusted his d**k in his tight jeans. He couldn’t understand his need to hold on to this moment. He wanted to grab hold of Van and never let go. “You want to ride back into town and maybe grab some food?” Hunter asked as he looked out over the trees.

“Sure. I know a quiet little place with great pub food.”

As they walked over to Hunter’s bike, Hunter grabbed Van’s hand and pulled him flush against his chest, kissed his lips gently, and then gestured to the bike.

“Hop on,” he said with a wink.