Boyfriend for Rent (13 page)

Casey stared at Hunter. Was he serious?

“I mean,” Hunter looked slightly embarrassed. “I don’t want you to feel obligated to me for anything.”

Casey reached up and ran his fingertip over Hunter’s cheekbone and then down the strong jaw
line, feeling stubble rasp over his skin. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve been dreaming about this?”

The joy that lit up Hunter’s face made Casey’s stomach do a series of flips. The thought that he could make someone look that happy was almost too much. Then a shadow crossed Hunter’s eyes and Casey gave him a questioning look.

“I’ve never done
this
before,” Hunter gestured. “I don’t know what to do.”

Of course.
Casey smiled softly. “We don’t have to do anything.”

Hunter raised an eyebrow and pressed his crotch against Casey’s hip. Casey made a sound in the back of his throat as he felt Hunter’s cock
, hard beneath his jeans. “Trust me. I want to do… everything.”

If there had been any blood left anywhere else in Casey’s body, it went straight to his dick. It wasn’t just the words, it was the husky tone
in which they’d been said. Casey reached down and tugged on his t-shirt. He shivered as the cool air hit his bare arms when he tossed his shirt out of the sleeping bag.

“Then let me show you.” He picked up Hunter’s hand and put it on his chest.

That one touch was enough to chase away the rest of the nerves. Hunter’s shirt joined Casey’s and their hands explored each other’s bodies. There wasn’t much room to move, but they did the best they could, letting their fingers trail over the muscles, tease at the already hard nipples. It was Hunter who dropped his hand first.

His fingers brushed over the front of Casey’s jeans and Casey thought he was going to lose it right then. He scrambled out of his pants and underwear, laughing as Hunter tried to do the same and they got in each other’s way. Hunter joined in the laughter and the sound made Casey’s heart swell. This was what it was supposed to be like.

Then they were both naked and the laughter faded into something more serious. Hunter looked down at Casey, his expression one of trust and desire. Casey could feel Hunter’s cock brush against his leg and knew that the other man was aching for release as badly as he himself was. No more foreplay. He needed Hunter inside him.

He rolled onto his stomach, his cock pressing almost painfully against the floor of the bed. He looked over his shoulder at Hunter who was staring at him, wide-eyed.

“We don’t have to,” Casey started to say.

Hunter leaned over him and pressed his lips against Casey’s shoulder before fiercely whispering, “If we don’t, I might explode.”

Casey smiled. “Good. Now, just let your instincts guide you.”

With the sleeping bag around them, it took some
manoeuvring, but finally Hunter settled over Casey, his lower half between Casey’s spread legs, his cock resting against the crack of Casey’s ass, his arms on either side of Casey’s shoulders.

“What’s wrong?” Casey could feel Hunter hesitating.

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

Casey planted a kiss on Hunter’s forearm. “You won’t.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure that if you don’t fuck me,
I’m
going to explode.”

A moment later, he felt the familiar nudge against his entrance and relaxed his body. A moment later, Hunter pushed forward, his full, impressive length sinking into Casey in one smooth motion. Casey cried out, his body shaking with the familiar mix of burn and pleasure. Hunter froze.

“Fuck me,” Casey gasped out the words, knowing Hunter was afraid he was hurt. “Please, baby. Please.”

Hunter made
a strangled sound, whether in response to Casey’s words or to the tight heat surrounding him. Casey didn’t know, but all that mattered was that Hunter began to move. His thrusts were slow and deep, showing far more restraint than Casey had expected. He began to raise his hips, pushing back against Hunter and driving him even deeper. Casey reached beneath him, taking his own swollen cock in hand. He began to stroke himself in time with Hunter’s thrusts, working himself towards the edge.

Hunter’s breath was hot against Casey’s ear, his moans making Casey harder than he’d ever thought possible. Then Hunter dropped his head and scraped his teeth over Casey’s shoulder.

Casey cried out Hunter’s name as he came, spilling over his hand even as he felt Hunter’s hips jerk against his ass. With Casey’s name on his lips, Hunter drove forward, emptying himself into Casey.

Hunter curled his body around Casey’s as he rolled them onto their sides, keeping their bodies joined together. He held Casey tight against his chest and kissed the side of Casey’s neck. As their breathing slowed, Hunter whispered into Casey’s ear. “Go to sleep. It’s okay. I’ve got you.”

_________ o _________

CHAPTER 35

C
asey could have stayed by Hunter’s side forever. When the sun rose, Casey pried his eyes open just as Hunter pulled him tighter, closer; so close he could feel the other man’s hard morning cock in between his cheeks. He snuggled back against the broad chest, reveling in the steady beat of Hunter’s heart against his back.

“Mine,” Hunter said, his voice still thick with sleep. “You’re not going anywhere. Not now, not ever.”

Casey took Hunter’s hand and put it against his chest, letting the other man feel his heartbeat. “Mine?” He made the word a question, still afraid to hope that this was real.

“Yours,” Hunter agreed. He pressed his lips against the hollow just under Casey’s ear. “Now, what do you say, since it’s warmer, we open up this sleeping bag so we can get a good look at each other and you can show me some more. I think I might need some persuading to put the spare on.”

Casey’s usual morning erection got even harder. He started to roll over and Hunter rolled too, taking Casey with him so that Casey was lying on top of the bigger man.

“I mean it, Casey,” Hunter said. “I don’t want you leaving me.”

Casey smiled and ran his fingers through Hunter’s hair. “Let’s take a couple hours here since there’s no chance of our phones interrupting us; then you teach me how to change a tire and we go home.”

“Home.” Hunter raised Casey’s hand and kissed his palm. “I like the sound of that.”

“Me too,” Casey said.

“And maybe you can call your mom,” Hunter said, brushing some of Casey’s hair out of his eyes. “Invite her over so I can meet her.”

Casey waited for the panic, but none came. He nodded. “I’d like that very much. I can tell her everything, including how amazing you were to take me in when I had nothing. How you opened your home to me.”

Hunter shook his head. “Not my home, Casey,” he said firmly. “Our home. Always ours.”

As he lowered his head to kiss Hunter, he thought that this was what home truly was. It wasn’t a building, a place: it was a person. Hunter was his home.

THE END

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EXCERPT

Prologue

Chris knew he shouldn’t be doing it
, but he couldn’t help himself.

He held his breath as thick soap slid from the man’s tanned, muscular shoulders to delve between his ample bubble butt and swirled down the drain below.

Just moments before, Chris had been drinking coffee with his assistant and friend Jessica in the cool morning Costa Rican air. She had gotten up to take a phone call, and Chris was left to peer around his new neighborhood from his third-floor balcony; he never expected to end up spying on what had to be one of the hottest naked men in all of Costa Rica.

Even the hot steam coming from the shower couldn’t shield his perfectly sculpted torso and every bronzed knob of his abs. The distance did nothing to diminish the size and shape of his behemoth tool and full
lips.

Chris licked his lips as the man, whoever he was, soaped up his armpit, his square pecs, and his thick, sexy neck. He had shaggy light brown hair that clung wetly to his shoulders and over his ears.

The man began soaping up and fondling his big balls. It was a little difficult to tell: was he getting an erection? Oh, God yes, definitely ....

The thick meat lengthened and drooped downward in the hot water and steam, and he gave it a few teasing jerks until it was fully stiff, arching up and over--but the cock was far too big and heavy to point anywhere but down at the ground. Chris was, by now, also hard as a rock, his own cock aching to be released.

He felt wrong doing it, watching this perfect stranger jerking off; but in all honesty, it was the hottest thing he’d ever seen.  And God, it’d been so long since he’d had anybody.

He needed someone, he craved for someone. How he longed to be in that shower with him, shoved against the shower walls or bent over while he slid his tool in between his cheeks.

The palm trees and ferns that grew all around the houses in his neighborhood gave him a little bit of cover from being spotted, or so he thought. The macaws and finches flashing their bright wings and squawking in the branches made a neighbor on a balcony the least interesting of all the things to see out the window. Chris felt as if he was hidden, even though he was in plain sight.

He watched as the man continued to gently stroke himself, throwing his neck back, moaning, almost ready to explode.  His eyes squeezed shut, ready to ... but then suddenly, he opened his eyes and looked up, out the window, directly at Chris.

Chris felt a chill run up his spine.

“Fuck!” he cursed, and dashed out of the sight.

Had he been caught watching him?

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