Bulletproof

Chapter 18

You grabbed the hem of his shirt to yanked it over his head and admired his muscular body. Hunter grinned and growled,

"Someone's impatient."

He slowly began to strip tease you, first starting with his shoes, then his socks. You hungrily watched as he removed his belt buckle and inched his pants down, millimeter by millimeter. You couldn't wait any longer. You had to have him. You just need him right there right now.

You grabbed his hands and ripped the pants off of him yourself. You shoved him against the wall, pressing your hard body against his.

"Whoa there vaquero," husked Hunter, "you're rushing the ride. Don't you want to enjoy it?"

You didn't care and slammed his head against the wall. You pressed your lips against his and violently thrust in your tongue. You wanted to be in control. You wanted to dominate him. You wanted to fuck him until he couldn't scream no more.

But, he was not Bruce.

Bruce, you thought, Bruce.

You growled in frustration; your thoughts were totally ruining the mood. But, the more you thought about Bruce, the more annoyed you got with yourself. It caused you to lash out more at Hunter.

You scooped Hunter into your arms, and with his legs wrapped around you, brought the two of you to the bed. You set him gently down, and you could feel his cock stiffen underneath your body weight. That action further fueled your desire. You ripped off his boxers. You needed that release.

You kissed and licked down his body as he whimpered and squirmed, arching his back. You could feel his warm skin under your fingertips and lips but...something wasn't right.

Bruce, you thought again, Bruce...I should be kissing and touching your skin.

You shook your head, trying to remove these trivial thoughts from your mind. You had another fucking hot man in front of you. You couldn't be thinking of another at the same time.

"Get on your knees," you commanded, slapping your hand roughly against his ass.

Your hand left an imprint on his left bronzed buttcheek. Hunter gasped. You were all dominant now. You needed Hunter to submit. You wanted to plough your cock into his ass until he begged for mercy.

"Yes, master," he replied, shifting his position so that rear was view of your hardened staff, "I'm ready for you."

You aligned yourself to his ass hole, trembling with anticipation. You could feel the veins on your cock throbbing, as more blood surged to engorge your member. You were just about to thrust, when the door opened.

"Eric...I...I...want to tell you," someone stuttered as they entered the room.

You turned around to look at the source of the sound. The voice seemed so familiar, and you already knew who it was by that deep musical baritone.

"-something..." Bruce finished.

"-WHAT THE FUCK HUNTER?!" Bruce shouted.

You and Hunter flew off the bed, and Hunter grabbed his clothes.

"B-Bruce, I'm sor-" Hunter offered.

"-GET OUT" Bruce ordered.

Hunter glanced at you with apprehension, not sure how you and Bruce were going to handle the situation. You nodded at Hunter, trying to reassure him that everything was going to be just fine. Hunter turned away to look at Bruce again. Bruce 's eyes were so cold, they looked like chipped ice at this point. You thought he would strangle the life out of Hunter if you weren't there.