Quick to the Hunt

by Cameron Dane

  “It seems we misjudged our new architect,” Rand said. “One of our trusted people informed me she has overheard him okaying the use of inferior materials.”

  Alex whipped his attention back to Rand and narrowed his gaze. “Son of a bitch.” The blood rushing with a scalding hot torrent inside him no longer had anything to do with rejection. “Take care of --”

  Rand held up his hand. “I plan to fire his ass in person.” A miniscule half smile appeared. “I’ve already reshuffled some of our people and made the decision to pull Zeke from the Boulder project and give him lead on Miami.” As if it suddenly occurred to him to whom he spoke, Rand slipped back to a place of pure formality. “I haven’t informed Zeke yet, though, so if you want to go another way without ruffling feathers, we can.”

  Alex bit back a grin. “I hired you for a reason, Rand. Those are all good choices. Take care of it.”

  “Will do, sir.”

  “Keep me informed.”

  “I’m meeting Mr. Hammett right now,” Rand shared. “We were scheduled to go over some last-minute details before I leave, but I’ll inform him you’ve returned and will resume leadership.”

  “No.” Aware of his body and his mood, Alex said, “Let him know I’m here, but give him point. Let’s see what he can do.”

  “Sounds good.” Rand gunned the engine and tapped the cell on the dash. “I’ll call you when I’ve assessed how deep in shit we are in Miami and what it’s going to take to get us out.”

  “I’ll get in touch with legal.” Alex’s killer instincts had him flashing a wicked smile that had made many of his former employees cry. “We’ll see if we can sue the bastard for every penny we’ve paid him, in addition to what it’s going to cost us to correct his negligence.”

  That got a twinkle going in Rand’s eyes. “Yes, sir. I’ll be in touch soon.”

  Alex took up his run again. There was little in the world that worked his last nerve to the nub more than someone in his employ fucking with the Quick name and its standard of quality. Alex knew Rand would take care of the situation, but it still irked Alex to no end that between the two of them -- Rand had the second best bullshit meter Alex knew, Alex’s being the first -- they hadn’t detected the flaw in this architect’s character that allowed him to think he could get away with cutting corners on a Quick Holdings project.

  Alex’s mood had not started out great. The conversation with Rand had only worsened it. And Alex hadn’t for one second forgotten the truck that had driven by while he’d talked with Rand. Hunter. And fucking A, just that split second of eye contact had flashed Alex back to the two of them making love on his childhood living room floor. Right where he’d stood, talking to Rand, Alex’s cock had stirred. His dick still tented his shorts. Not even replaying the “it can’t be personal” conversation deadened Alex’s wood.

  Alex growled and got back to his run, hard-on and all.

  A MILE DOWN the road, Hunter cursed himself and slammed his palms against his steering wheel. Don’t. Don’t. Don’t. He’s dangerous. Hunter swerved his truck off the road anyway and made a beeline for Alexander Quick.

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  In a familiar scene, Hunter screeched his truck to a halt in front of Alex’s trailer. In his head, the violent demons punched viciously at his skull, and he knew he should leave. But his heart slammed against his chest and his prick pushed with a vengeance against his jeans, his arousal and need too powerful to deny.

  The trailer’s open door convinced Hunter he was supposed to be here. The shadows beyond beckoned him. Hunter leaped the stairs, barreled inside, and proceeded to crash into the table. Less than a dozen feet away, Alex stood at the bedroom opening, his running shorts and sneakers on the floor, and the first of his socks toed off. His long cock, already lifted straight out from that sexy-as-hell trimmed patch of blond fur, jerked toward his stomach. Hunter swallowed thickly, mesmerized, and rubbed at the bulge making his jeans much too snug.

  Shaking his head and mouthing no, Alex worked his other sock off his foot. He then took a step back into his bedroom. Suddenly he muttered, “Fucking shit,” raced to Hunter, and seared his mouth to Hunter’s. Both men immediately moaned and parted their lips, hungry for a deeper taste. Tongues warred, teeth nicked lips, and Hunter gloried in Alex stealing his breath. Hunter ran his hands down Alex’s back to cup his firm ass and jerk the man closer, his cock raging too hard already to think about foreplay. In return Alex licked into the farthest recesses of Hunter’s mouth and tore at his shirt. He started yanking at Hunter’s belt buckle, his fingers frantic in between another rough, battling kiss.

  Just as Alex sucked on Hunter’s tongue, he dived for Hunter’s snap and zipper. But the second he pushed his hand into Hunter’s underwear, before he did more than torturously graze cock, Alex let go and took a step back.

  “Wait, wait.” Breathing laboriously, his lips already so very red, Alex laid a piercing stare on Hunter. “Why are you here?”

  Hunter wrapped his arm around Alex’s waist and tugged him back in. As he went in for another kiss, he whispered roughly, “For you.”

  Alex averted his head. He then put a stare on Hunter that probably made billionaire business rivals crap their designer underwear. “As long as it’s not personal, though.” Alex tore Hunter’s open shirt down his arms, trapping him in the sleeves. “Right?”

  Lava began spitting inside Hunter’s belly, making his organs boil. “Fucking shit, Alex.” He struggled against the fabric confining his arms. “Forget it then.”

  “No, wait.” Alex shoved Hunter onto the table and pushed in between his thighs. “You don’t want it personal?” He leaned in and swiped his tongue across Hunter’s lips. As Alex withdrew, his wicked smile held in it a dare. “Okay. Let’s see what registers as personal.” He ran his finger down Hunter’s torso to the waistband of his underwear. “Maybe I can accommodate you after all.”

  His blood rushing much too fast, Hunter fumbled with his shirt. He managed to tear the buttons off his cuffs and free his arms, desperate to get up, but Alex pushed his hand into Hunter’s jeans right then and reclaimed his cock. Alex stroked the full, rigid length, teasing the sensitive patch under the tip in just the perfect spot, and Hunter fell to his elbows, moaning as he leaked early seed right onto Alex’s fingers.

  Another commanding, knowing grin took Alex over. “You seem to like that just fine.” As Alex played with Hunter’s nuts, rolling the weight deliciously in his warm hand, he leaned in, stopping with his mouth less than an inch from Hunter’s. “But what if I kiss you while I jerk you off?” Alex grazed his lips over Hunter’s, back and forth. Locking his stare on Hunter’s, Alex brushed their mouths together once more. “Or will that get too personal?” Just as Alex asked his question, he slid a trimmed fingernail into Hunter’s slit.

  Hunter gasped and pumped out another bead of precum. Alex did it again, and Hunter shuddered. Everything spun too fast inside Hunter, sending warning signals of impending Armageddon to all his survival receptors, yet he couldn’t break away. He rocked his hips into Alex’s handjob, a slave to his touch, and uttered, “Bastard.”

  Alex uttered back, “You have no idea,” and claimed Hunter’s mouth with his. Alex dominated the kiss in every way, using biting, licking, and scraping teeth against one another as if he now had a mission to brand Hunter in any way he could. As Alex invaded Hunter’s mouth with wet, searing thrusts of his tongue, he dragged his tightly closed fist up and down Hunter’s dick with punishing friction and set Hunter’s cock on fire in more ways than one.

  Jesus. Hunter ran his hands up Alex’s hard stomach and chest, then over his shoulders, anxious to learn every bit of this man again. He sank his fingers into solid muscle, holding on tight, and pumped his cock into Alex’s magical fingers. Moaning for a chance to taste too, Hunter forced his tongue past Alex’s lips and licked along the ridges of the roof of his mouth.

  Instantly Alex squeezed Hunter’s dick as if he’d temporarily lost control of his hand. H
e tore his mouth away a heartbeat later, removed his hand from Hunter’s shaft, and laid a midnight forest stare on Hunter. “No.” His labored breath fanned warm air on Hunter’s face. “Don’t try to make me forget about what we’re doing here.” Alex looked Hunter over from top to bottom, and he whistled long and low. “I want every bit of your body as much as I do your mouth and prick. So let’s see what else I’m allowed to do.” Alex grazed his fingertips over some of the marks riddling Hunter’s chest and stomach. With his gaze trained on his hand, Alex surely noticed Hunter’s belly quiver with every soft, brushing contact.

  Lifting his gaze to meet Hunter’s again, Alex asked, “Am I allowed to touch your scars and burns? What about kissing them?” Still fingering each and every scar, Alex dipped his head and pressed a kiss to an old burn on Hunter’s shoulder. He worked his way across Hunter’s chest, tracing pale, ridged scars with his tongue. Each time he reached a lighter burn, he kissed the circle of gnarled flesh. Alex did not stop his ministrations until he’d tended to every inch of Hunter’s arms and torso, ending on his knees between Hunter’s legs.

  His face right at Hunter’s crotch, Alex lifted his crystal-clear emerald gaze. “Can I tell you that everywhere I look and touch you, I think you’re beautiful?” He ran his hands up the insides of Hunter’s thighs and caressed his cock through his jeans. “Or does that cross your line into too personal?”

  “Jesus, man.” Hunter put a death grip on the table on either side of him. His body continued to blast warning shots of adrenaline through his system in rapid succession, making Hunter buzz crazily on the inside and tingle all over on the outside, but he could not make his legs listen to his internal screams to get up and run. He clenched his teeth against another rough, insanely good rub along his length. “Stop taunting me,” Hunter warned. “You’ll regret it.”

  A flash of something dark shimmered over Alex’s stare. “I’m just trying to figure out where we stand.” He hooked his fingers into the waistband of Hunter’s jeans and underwear. “I think we need a little more skin.” With one yank, Alex exposed Hunter to the knees. As he took hold of Hunter’s boots and pulled them off, removing the rest of his bunched clothing along the way, Alex added, “It’s only fair, since I always seem to be bare-ass naked in front of you.”

  Before Hunter could respond, Alex shoved Hunter’s legs apart and pulled him to the edge of the table. Alex ran his hands up Hunter’s bare thighs as he moved in, once again running his fingertips over the grooves of old scars, as if he wanted to find and acknowledge every single one. Hunter trembled, but this time he couldn’t be sure if it came as a result of Alex familiarizing himself with all of Hunter’s shameful secrets, or because the man’s lips sat poised mere centimeters from Hunter’s balls. Oh fuck. Hunter’s thighs clenched, and he dumped a couple of fat beads of early ejaculate onto his abdomen.

  Alex licked his way up Hunter’s taint and swirled his tongue all around his sac. Hunter moaned and spread his thighs wider, silently begging for Alex to keep going. His eyes darkening more somehow, harkening a storm, Alex nuzzled in, latched on to Hunter’s left nut, and sucked the cum-heavy orb into his mouth. Alex worked every supersensitive nerve ending over with deep pulls and licks, pushing Hunter dangerously toward ecstasy. Just as Hunter knocked on the door of physical paradise, Alex spit Hunter’s left ball out, only to draw the other past his lips. Hunter shouted and grabbed on to the back of Alex’s head. He shamelessly held Alex prisoner against his crotch and writhed into the tongue bath Alex delivered to his right testicle and then his entire sac, leaving not a bit of skin untouched.

  Coming up for air, Alex said, “That worked for you, and you’re still with me.” He kissed his way up the underside of Hunter’s shaft, his gaze homed in on Hunter’s the whole way. “Let’s see if you can live with this.” Alex spread his lips around Hunter’s thick cock and forced more than half the length into his mouth in one shot.

  Warm, welcoming dampness surrounded Hunter’s dick and had his blood rushing to his cock with a vengeance. His penis swelling even thicker in Alex’s mouth, Hunter could barely breathe through the pleasure, and he definitely couldn’t look away from that beautiful mouth sucking him as if Hunter could spill the magic elixir for eternal life rather than ejaculate from his prick when he came. Alex bobbed up and down on Hunter’s shaft, taking a bit more past his lips each time he pushed down on Hunter’s member. With one more twist of his head, Alex worked Hunter into his mouth nearly to the root, letting his piss slit graze his throat. Once there, Alex manipulated his nimble tongue around the shaft, moaning as he did, and sent incredible little vibrations through Hunter’s length and straight into his balls. Too much.

  “Ohhh, shit, shit.” Hunter swished his buttocks over the sweat-slick table, fighting between pulling away and shooting down Alex’s throat. Fuck. He sucked in a gulp of thick, humid air. “You’re gonna make me come.”

  Alex immediately put a choke hold on Hunter’s sac and strangled his impending orgasm. “Not yet,” he ordered, clamping Hunter’s balls so hard it bordered on painful. “So we’ve discovered you can tolerate a blowjob, but what if it’s not just a physical act done to make you come?” Alex flicked his tongue against Hunter’s cockhead and then sipped from the tip, groaning as he did. “What if I tell you how much I love having you in my mouth?” Always maintaining eye contact, Alex sucked on Hunter’s thick mushroom head for a few shiver-inducing pulls and then rubbed the whole thick shaft across his lips and chin. “What if I were to tell you I could worship your cock for days and not want to stop, even if my jaw grew so sore I could barely keep my mouth open to get you past my lips?” Alex’s gaze slipped to rich and lust-filled, backing up his claims. “What if I confessed to you I think you could make me come just by spilling on my face? Is that too personal for you?”

  Shit. Shit. Hunter struggled between erotic, base visions of doing just what Alex suggested…and terrible thoughts of kicking Alex’s head off just to make him stop this dangerous taunting. Alex continued to rub Hunter’s cock over his lips and then up to his cheeks, and Hunter lost a little more of his hold on sanity.

  “Jesus Christ, Alex.” Hunter tightened every muscle in his body, willing himself not to do anything he couldn’t take back. “Don’t push this anymore.” He felt trapped by his need for this man, even as the destructive places inside him shot to critical mass right alongside his libido. “Please.”

  Holding Hunter’s penis to his face, Alex shook his head. “Before I even get to your sweet ass? I don’t think so.” Alex let go of Hunter’s cock, pushed Hunter’s legs high and wide, and revealed Hunter’s dark pucker. “You haven’t let me near this hot little hole of yours yet, and I am ready to experiment.” Without pausing Alex licked his thumb and rubbed the pad over Hunter’s ring.

  At first contact, Hunter released an inarticulate sound, something between a plea and a cry. Hunter hadn’t wanted anyone near his ass in such a long time that his body and head didn’t know how to respond to the contact -- or if he even wanted it or could ever like a man inside him again. Alex grazed two fingers over the area, and this time applied greater pressure to Hunter’s sensitized ring. In a split second, Hunter grunted and his asshole contracted, beyond his control.

  Another unidentifiable glint -- one that made Hunter’s heart skitter terribly -- flashed in Alex’s eyes. “You don’t want to let me inside yet?” He went from touching Hunter’s bud to splitting his cheeks apart even more with the heels of his hands. “Then let’s see what other kind of play you can handle first.” With one blink that turned his gaze downright sinful, Alex lapped up Hunter’s crease and then attached himself to Hunter’s asshole with immediate, powerful suction.

  Hunter lost his battle and let out a hoarse cry, filling the trailer with his pleasure. He held on to his nuts to keep from coming and lifted his hips right off the table into Alex’s face, his jerking action a result of a frightening mix of being terrified yet eager for more. Alex switched from sucking Hunter’s ring to fluttering
, whisper-soft flicks of his tongue against the tightly shut muscle and sent zinging, tickling lines of joy up Hunter’s chute and into his system. Alex worked Hunter’s hole over with a single-minded ruthlessness Hunter had never experienced as the receiver before. Alex flicked and licked and sucked as if he could eat at Hunter’s ass all day. In between sucking, Alex took strikes at Hunter’s entrance with his tongue, constantly poking to see how Hunter’s asshole held up under the onslaught. Hunter gritted his teeth against the impending collapse of his pucker, knowing full well Alex had designs of sinking his tongue into Hunter’s ass.

  Oh Christ. Hunter’s passage squeezed with excitement, but his heart pumped too much blood too fast and sent his pulse into a frenzy. Lying back on the table, no longer possessing the strength in his arms to keep him upright, Hunter planted his feet into the booth seating on either side of him, searching for a foothold to reality and sanity. Please.

  Alex broke through the barrier right then and claimed Hunter’s ass with his tongue. With a moan, Alex withdrew and licked a line around Hunter’s stretched ring, only to then stab his tongue past Hunter’s hole again. Alex poked as deep as he could surely go one more time, and then pulled back to rim just inside Hunter’s passage. He licked pure, unadulterated joy into millions of tiny nerve endings inside Hunter’s channel and sent a scattering relay of raw desire and impending orgasm into every unprepared pleasure receptor in Hunter’s body.

  No. No. Hunter pushed his ass into the intimate fucking but at the same time drilled the heels of his hands into his eyes, as if blinding himself to seeing what Alex did would in some way dull the connection or pleasure. Alex groaned against Hunter’s sensitized hole and pushed his way inside again. In response the razor-sharp talons of Hunter’s uglier needs began clawing even deeper gashes into his soul. It’s too much. Hunter pleaded with the demons inside. Please. Let me go.