CYNTM CHAPTER 66

Alarm bells went off in Hunter’s head.

“What do you think?” Winston lowered his head, brushing his nose against Hunter’s cheek before kissing the side of his neck.

Hunter felt his blood pumping to every spot where Winston’s tongue touched.

He used one hand to grab Winston and tried to lift himself up to push the man lying on top of him away, but Winston’s knee came up and pinned down one of his legs, causing Hunter to lose his leverage completely.

“You bastard! Scumbag! Jerk!” Hunter shouted angrily, filled with defiance.

Winston grasped Hunter’s wrists and pinned them tightly against the pillow. Even though Hunter had a decent amount of strength, he felt like a weak child in front of Winston.

Winston gave him a slight smile, but Hunter saw a brewing storm of desire in his eyes.

He lowered his head and licked the gap between Hunter’s tightly pressed lips. His hair brushed against Hunter’s cheek, causing a ticklish sensation.

“Are you still going to play?” Winston asked.

“No more…” Hunter replied in defeat.

Just wait until I get better at this. I’ll pin you down so hard you won’t be able to get up!

“Do you still want to have fun or not?” Winston’s chin nudged Hunter’s nose.

“No more! No need for such a rich nightlife! The free practice session is coming up in just a few days!” Hunter shouted.

“Really? The free practice session is in three days. If I do something strenuous and fun tonight, you’ll definitely be recovered by then, right?”

Winston’s voice was hoarse, and Hunter could feel his body temperature rising significantly. So he kicked with his other leg.

“I’m sleepy! Get off—I want to sleep!”

Hunter struggled, and his T-shirt, which had already been pulled up, was practically plastered against Winston’s body.

“If you don’t stop moving, do you have a death wish?” Winston suddenly pressed down on Hunter tightly.

Hunter stiffened, not daring to move. His heart pounded like a drum.

“Help me release it,” Winston’s voice sounded restrained, but Hunter still didn’t dare to move.

After a couple of seconds, Hunter strained his neck to turn his face to the side. He saw that the veins on Winston’s forehead were bulging, and the fingers gripping Hunter’s wrist were almost crushing it.

“Hunter…”

This time, the way Winston called his name was different from before, filled with an unbearable plea.

“You… you let me go… I’ll help you…”

Winston instantly released his grip. As soon as Hunter touched him, Winston captured Hunter’s lips. This time, the kiss wasn’t gentle, and Hunter could only tilt his head back and receive it.

Winston’s desire exceeded Hunter’s imagination. He could hold the steering wheel steadily for hours without loosening his grip, but what he felt from Winston was far beyond that. In the overwhelming heat, Hunter could only manage the boiling desire and the nearly bursting veins with sheer determination.

He clumsily rubbed Winston’s member up and down, his heart pounding as if it would leap out of his chest. He didn’t even dare to look down to see what Winston’s was like.

In his ear, he heard Winston’s deep, raspy breaths, which were almost scorching. The way Winston closed his eyes and his eyelashes trembled… was so sexy that Hunter didn’t know what to do.

Winston’s beautiful nose and his tight cheeks were flushed with lust, causing Hunter’s own blood to pulse along with him.

“…Faster,” Winston strained a voice out of his throat.

His hands caressed Hunter’s back roughly, as if feeling the muscles tense with Hunter’s effort, then slid down greedily, kneading Hunter’s hips through his pants. When Winston’s fingers applied pressure, his fingertips pressed down, and his palms grasped the fullness of Hunter’s curves with intense lust, making Hunter swallow hard.

“I’m already going fast! Otherwise, you can do it yourself…”

Winston’s kiss landed again, and Hunter couldn’t get another word out, his ears turning red as he wished for this to pass quickly.

Hunter bent his knees, and the two of them lay on their sides, facing each other. One of Winston’s hands lifted Hunter’s leg to drape over his waist. Then he leaned in to kiss and suck on Hunter with the utmost greed.

The smacking sounds made Hunter’s heart tremble in his chest.

As if accusing Hunter of being unskilled, the hand embracing him slid down to grip Hunter’s hand, guiding it to move faster and forcing him to stimulate the quivering tip, the two balls, and the erection that made Hunter tense up completely.

Winston’s manhood was full of masculine strength. Hunter thought that if this guy actually penetrated him, he might die…or be utterly satisfied.

Hunter’s lips were forced open by Winston’s tongue. The tip of his tongue entwined with Winston’s, then his entire tongue was sucked and pulled forcefully. The roof of his mouth and his teeth were teased so intensely that Hunter had no room to breathe.

Hunter’s hands were numbed by Winston’s control; he didn’t even know how his wrist and arm were moving. He felt like he was being squeezed to death by Winston’s kiss, his tongue swirling under Winston’s sucking force. At that moment, Winston suddenly moved his hips twice, his large manhood hitting Hunter’s palm and immediately releasing.

Winston continued to kiss Hunter with his eyes closed, trying to push his tongue deeper, nearly reaching Hunter’s throat. But Hunter quickly pressed against Winston’s shoulder and pushed his tongue away, refusing to let him go further.

Finally, Winston calmed down, gently holding Hunter.

Hunter finally understood. If he hadn’t stopped Winston’s tongue earlier, who knows? This guy might still be hard…

Half an hour later, Hunter turned his back to Winston, looking displeased.

“I feel like I’d be better off sleeping alone. If you’re worried, I’ll go sleep with Doctor Shen,” Hunter muttered.

“Sorry for coming on you.” Winston offered Hunter a tissue.

That’s not the point here, dammit!

Hunter looked at his own hand under the quilt. Even after gripping a Formula 1 steering wheel for over two hours, he had never felt it burning and unable to hold anything like this.

Moreover, Hunter realized that he truly couldn’t let Winston actually thrust into him; otherwise, he wouldn’t die on the racetrack but in an even more shameful place.

Hunter took the tissue fiercely, wiped his stomach vigorously, and threw it at Winston without even glancing back.

Winston picked up the crumpled tissue, tossed it aside, and then turned back to hug Hunter. Speaking from behind him, he asked, “Are you angry?”

“No.”

“Then are you scared?”

“No!”

Who wouldn’t be scared! But how can I admit that?

“Then I’ll help you.”

“No! Ah! Take your hands off!”

“Stop squirming. What if it breaks?”

“Let go… Mm…”

“You like it when I do this.”

“Shut up…”

“You like it when I whisper in your ear.”

“…Mm…”

Hunter curled up, held tightly in Winston’s embrace.

Winston’s hand slipped into Hunter’s pants, and Hunter quickly clamped his legs shut.

But Hunter didn’t expect Winston to use one hand to support himself next to Hunter’s waist, kissing his neck and slowly moving downward, all the way to Hunter’s lower abdomen. Winston’s breath made Hunter instinctively move his hips away, but Winston’s two hands held him in place.

“Let me kiss you…”

“Then come up here and kiss me…”

In the next moment, Hunter realized what Winston meant by “kiss you.” Winston enveloped Hunter’s erect desire, then withdrew to flick his tongue over the tip, licking from the bottom to the top, brushing past the tiny slit at the tip. Unable to resist, Hunter lifted his hips, sending himself deeper into Winston’s throat.

Thinking about it being Winston’s tongue and mouth, Hunter’s mind went blank.

Winston kissed from the tip down to Hunter’s balls. Hunter unconsciously spread his legs wide, but when Winston kissed his way back up again, with kisses, licks, and sucking at the head, the wet teasing had a tremendous power to stimulate Hunter’s desire. Hunter grabbed Winston’s head and clenched his hair tightly. When Winston’s teeth lightly grazed the tip and his tongue flicked over it again, Hunter came right then.

Winston didn’t back away.

“…I got it on the blanket! You bastard!”

“Why did you finish so quickly?” Winston’s voice was low and incredibly sexy, carrying a hint of amusement.

“Because I’m a normal person!” Hunter angrily elbowed the person behind him.

“If you keep moving like that, we’ll be taking turns all night until dawn.”

Hunter froze on the spot, not moving a muscle.

The next morning, Hunter got up from bed, trying to escape, but Winston pulled him back.

“Where are you going?”

“To have breakfast with Doctor Shen!”

“And after that?”

“A technical meeting! Don’t worry about me being alone!” After saying that, he rushed to wash his face and brush his teeth before dashing out of the room.

Winston sat at the head of the bed, massaging his temples and sighing heavily.

“…When will I get to really touch you?”

After Hunter finished breakfast with Shen Chuan, there was no technical meeting, nor did he return to Winston’s room. Instead, he went to find someone else.

When Owen opened the door and saw Hunter, he was surprised, “Eh? Why is it just you? Where’s Winston?”

Hunter squeezed in and sat on the sofa, saying with a thoughtful look, “I’ve been giving this a lot of thought and have come to a conclusion.”

“What?”

“Teach me how to pin Winston down!”

Owen, who had just taken a sip of mineral water, suddenly spat it out and bent over, coughing violently.

“Hey…”

Owen waved his hand, frowning at Hunter. “The conclusion you’ve reached after consideration is this?”

“What else…” Hunter tilted his head. “Or are you saying you can’t handle it?”

“It’s not that I can’t handle it; it’s you who won’t be able to,” Owen replied with a knowing smile.

“I won’t be able to?” Hunter turned his head and laughed.

Owen sat on the edge of the bed. “You’re quite charming, Hunter, but… you’re just missing that bit of momentum to really pin someone down.”

The next second, Owen felt a shadow looming over him. His reflexes were usually sharp enough to handle even high-speed corners and bring himself smoothly back from the brink of crashing into the run-off area, but now his wrists were pinned to the bed forcefully. His head was slammed down so hard he nearly blacked out. When he opened his eyes, he found Hunter had somehow maneuvered onto his waist, pinning his hands beside his ears.

Owen’s heart dropped, his body trembling as he felt the chilling sensation of having become the prey of his opponent.

“What about now?” Hunter asked coldly, turning his face sideways.

Owen swallowed, staring at Hunter. He felt like he was being slain in a curve.

“Awesome.”

Owen smirked and made a move to knee Hunter in the stomach, but Hunter deftly used one hand to press Owen’s knee back down. At that moment, Owen used his advantageous hand position to flip Hunter over.

“Oof—” Hunter cursed as he was flipped onto the bed before getting back up.

Owen slowly unscrewed the cap of his mineral water bottle and took a sip.

“Why do I feel like the way you pinned me just now was probably the technique Winston used on you?”

Hunter sat there silently.

“Honestly, even if you manage to pin him down, it doesn’t mean you’ll be able to overpower him. It’s just like what happened with me just now. You managed to pin me down, but I quickly threw you off!”

“Then teach me how to counter-flip! I don’t want to be the one pinned!” Hunter thought for a moment and added, “I don’t want him to overpower me!”

“That’s harder than teaching a fool like you how to seduce Winston until his blood vessels burst…” Owen sighed. After a few seconds of thinking, he continued, “Well… come to think of it, it’s quite fun! Although the outcome might not change, at least you’ll wear Vann Winston out?”

“Huh?”

“Come on! Let’s experiment a bit. Every time that guy pins you down, how does he do it so you can’t flip over?” Owen motioned Hunter to come closer.

“You’re the one pinned down without being able to flip over!”

“Oh… Hunter, Hunter. We have to face our own failures before we can achieve success.”

Owen tossed the mineral water bottle aside and fell back onto the bed.

“What are you doing?”

“Just mimic this. Now I’m you, and you’re Winston.”

Hunter got fired up, imitating Winston’s actions from the night before. He gripped Owen’s wrists with both hands and used his left knee to push up Owen’s right leg.

“Hey! You’ve failed twice now! The first mistake is: how did you give him the opportunity to lift your leg like that? The moment you feel him moving your legs, you should turn your waist away immediately, keeping your legs together. How did you let him pin down your most vulnerable spot?”

“Then what was my second mistake?” Hunter asked curiously.

“When he’s got you pinned down like this, anyone can guess what he’s going to do next.”

“What do you think he’s going to do?”

“He’d definitely lean down to force a kiss on you!” Owen sighed in exasperation. “And a fool like you would most likely just purse your lips and turn your head away!”

“So, what should I do?”

“At this moment, your strongest weapon is your head!”

In an instant, Owen lifted his head, aiming to headbutt Hunter on the nose. Hunter quickly tilted his head back to dodge.

“You’re not close enough. If you were, I guarantee you’d be bleeding!”

Hunter gaped at Owen.

“No need to worship me too much.” Owen raised his chin. “Not getting up yet? Want me to really break your nose?”

Hunter quickly scrambled away.

At this moment, he genuinely felt heartfelt admiration for Owen.

“And what about the first time you got scared and ran away? How did Winston manage to restrain you then?” Owen asked coolly.

“I can’t remember… I was lying face down on the bed. That guy had a grip on my waist… Damn, he’s strong. Crawling forward didn’t work!”

Suddenly, Owen’s palm landed on Hunter’s head.

“You’re an idiot! A numbskull! You turned your back on Vann Winston? Didn’t you know where he was going to enter from?” Owen made a face that clearly said, “You’re beyond help.”

“How was I supposed to know before that he’d come in from that way!” Hunter groaned aggrievedly.

Owen wiped his face. “Was it that you didn’t know, or that you didn’t think of it?”

“To be exact… I didn’t think about it…”

“From now on, remember not to turn your back on him. If you do that, you’re practically doomed. Might as well call an ambulance for you!”

“But I ran away that day!” Hunter said.

“You think you can escape a second time?” Owen gave a cold laugh.

Suddenly, Hunter felt a chill run through him as if he’d fallen from Hawaii to the South Pole.

“If you were to slip up a second time…” Owen turned around and beckoned Hunter with his finger. Hunter understood and held onto Owen’s waist.

“Remember, don’t back-kick straight on. If you do, with Winston’s reflexes, he can grab your ankle and pull you down onto the bed easily.”

Hunter nodded vigorously. Owen was truly amazing! He could anticipate even this!

“You need to fake a side fall, then kick him hard on the side of his waist!”

Owen suddenly fell, and Hunter grabbed his waist. But Owen used the force from his side to kick Hunter’s waist immediately. Hunter was so shocked that he let go of Owen’s waist to block his leg but didn’t expect that Owen was just pretending. He took the opportunity when Hunter released him to quickly crawl away.

“Got it?” Owen put his hands on his hips and raised his chin.

“Got it!”

“Good luck having the chance to use it.” Owen gave Hunter a less-than-confident look.

They spent nearly another hour practicing until Hunter’s phone rang. Winston’s name lit up on the screen.

“Ah, he can’t stand not seeing you for even a second.”

Hunter gestured for him to be quiet and answered the phone. “Hello, Winston?”

“Where are you?” a deep voice sounded.

This made Hunter question whether all his training would be of any use.

“I just went to buy two Snickers bars. I’ll be back soon!” Hunter knew that if Winston was calling, he had probably discovered he wasn’t with Shen Chuan anymore.

“Mm.”

After exchanging a few more words, Hunter hung up. He walked over to Owen’s mini fridge and grabbed two Snickers bars, waving them.

Owen laughed helplessly. “Get lost!”

Hunter opened the door and returned to Winston’s room.

“Oh, your technical meeting ended already?” Hunter asked.

“Yeah.” Winston’s eyebrows furrowed slightly. “Didn’t I tell you not to be alone right now?”

“I’m always in a place with people. Besides, there’s no guarantee that guy is even in Singapore!”

Hunter laughed and sat down on the sofa.

He felt Winston’s face turn towards him and lean in, and soon he was being kissed.

The kiss was intense, with Winston’s tongue brimming with energy, causing Hunter to instinctively move to the side.

Just as he was about to fall off the sofa, Winston grabbed his lower back and deepened the kiss.

When Hunter felt he couldn’t breathe, Winston finally released him.

“You made me worried.”

The sigh in his voice made Hunter’s heart melt.

“Sorry, I’ll be more careful.”

“Mm.” Winston closed his eyes and gently touched Hunter’s forehead with the tip of his nose. “Didn’t you always say being with me was boring?”

Hunter’s heart gave a soft “thump,” remembering last night’s “fun” events, and he couldn’t help but feel a little nervous.

On one hand, he felt Winston’s skills were far superior to his own, but on the other hand, he wanted to test whether all his practice with Owen had been worth it!

“What do you want to do tonight?” Hunter asked.

“Play games with you, unless there’s something you want to do?” Winston asked back.

Hunter breathed a sigh of relief inwardly.

“Sure, sure! Let’s play games!”

This is safe! This won’t hurt!

They both sat on the bed, each holding their phone, ready to start a game of “Apocalypse Bombing.” Initially, Winston won every round, making Hunter suspect that this guy had secretly been practicing mobile games without him knowing.

Gradually, as Hunter played more, he improved, especially with such a skilled opponent pushing him to get better. After over ten rounds, Hunter finally managed to beat Winston for the first time.

The feeling was like chasing a rival for more than fifty laps and finally overtaking them in the last round. His patience had been wearing thin, and if he hadn’t won, he was ready to give up on the game.

“Ah! I won! I finally beat you!” Hunter flung his phone, nearly throwing it over Winston and onto the floor. Fortunately, Winston caught it in time.

Winston didn’t say anything, just leaned against the headboard.

Suddenly, Hunter rolled over, pinning Winston down with his left arm and leg.

“Yes, you won. If you hadn’t, you’d probably say your phone isn’t as good as mine.”

“Am I really that unreasonable?” Hunter complained.

“Aren’t you?” Winston smiled. Who knew how much Hunter loved seeing that faint smile on him.

Under the soft light of the bedside lamp, Hunter looked at Winston and suddenly wondered why his taste in beauty had been so strange over the past decade. How could Winston’s eyes, nose, and lips look this good?

Blood rushed to his head, and before he knew what was happening, he found himself straddling Winston.

The man was surprised, but just as he was about to lift his hands to embrace him, Hunter pressed Winston’s wrists against the headboard.

“Hey, I finally won against you. Shouldn’t there be some kind of reward?”

After Hunter said that, his heart pounded like a drum.

Hunter wouldn’t be able to handle it if Winston were to point out how many times he had beaten him, implying he should receive a proportionate number of rewards from Hunter.

“What reward do you want?” Winston raised his chin and looked at Hunter.

His gaze was intense, and the temperature seemed to rise.

Hunter knew he was playing with fire, but he couldn’t help himself. Besides, with free practice coming up soon, Winston wouldn’t dare injure him.

“No matter what I do, you aren’t allowed to move,” Hunter said.

“That’s impossible,” Winston replied quickly.

Before Hunter could be disappointed, Winston continued, “Ten minutes. I’ll give you ten minutes to show your skills. Otherwise, don’t blame me.”

“Okay!” Hunter felt that winning this way was a bit unfair, but… whatever!

He set a ten-minute timer on his phone, and Winston asked, “What do you want to do…”

Hunter tossed the phone aside and, suddenly, pressed one hand against Winston’s chin and kissed him.

With barely a moment’s hesitation, Winston parted his lips. Hunter eagerly slipped his tongue inside, wrapping it around Winston’s in a frenzy.

Winston was about to entangle his tongue in response, but Hunter suddenly withdrew and looked into his eyes, saying, “Hey, you promised not to move, including your tongue.”

After saying that, Hunter felt smug.

“You’ll regret it, Hunter.” Winston looked at him with a calm intensity in his eyes that held the power to overturn everything.

Hunter hated that everything seemed to be under Winston’s control.

“Regret, my ass!”

As soon as he finished speaking, he leaned in again, teasingly invading Winston’s mouth in retaliation.

He sucked with frustration and helplessness.

All of Winston’s muscles tensed. Hunter knew this guy wanted to move but could only hold back. But if he could move, what would he do?

Kiss him back hard and then pin him down?

Regardless, Hunter knew that Winston’s actions were instinctive, not an attempt to gain dominance.

Thinking about this, Hunter’s impulsive kiss softened. His tongue glided along the sides of Winston’s tongue, gently caressing back and forth. All his senses sharpened—Winston’s breath, body temperature, Adam’s apple moving… Hunter’s initial excitement calmed, but his earlier mischievous thoughts surfaced.

He nibbled on Winston’s upper lip, his tongue teasing the seam of his lips. Compared to the explosive, war-like kiss from before, Hunter savored this moment more. He released Winston’s wrists, his fingers threading through his hair instead.

It was the first time he stroked Winston’s hair, and it was much softer than he had imagined.

Hunter lowered his head, kissing Winston’s forehead, his lips trailing down to the tips of his hair.

Winston raised his free hands, but Hunter quickly pressed them back down. “We agreed you wouldn’t move; the time isn’t up yet!”

Winston closed his eyes, raising his chin slightly. “Don’t go too far… Hunter.”

“Compared to what you did that day… I’m not going overboard at all!” Hunter retorted, dissatisfied.

He then lowered his head to kiss Winston’s chin, tracing the strong line of his neck with the tip of his tongue and nibbling gently. Though he had once threatened to bite those lines away, Hunter knew he could never bring himself to do it.

As he kissed Winston through his clothes, Hunter realized just how deeply he adored everything about this man.

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The author has something to say:

Winston: You’re just a little lion cub who doesn’t understand the complexities of the world.

Hunter: Huh?

Winston: Thinking that just because you’re little, you can flash your little claws in front of an adult male lion and he’ll go easy on you.

Hunter: Huh?

Winston: But little do you know, the lion can take you down with a single paw.

Hunter: Oh…

Winston: And then you’ll never be able to get up again.