Chapter 33
HUDSON
Ican’t believe that this is actually happening.
Adrian opens the door to his bedroom, and I step inside with all the lights on for the first time.
Everything is drenched in a deep green color.
Wainscoting, a word I didn’t even know before moving in here, makes it feel elegant, while the abundance of pillows on his giant bed and the built-in bookcases taking up an entire wall, displaying an array of both books and trinkets, manage to make it feel cozy and lived-in.
I love it. But I only have a moment to take it all in before Adrian pulls me back to why I’m in here in the first place, asking, “Can I take off the rest of your clothes?”
I quickly nod, stepping out of my pants and underwear as he pushes them down too slowly for my liking. When I’m completely naked, he stays in the kneeling position he’d ended up in, and it’s like he can’t look away from my dick.
“Fuck. I knew you’d have a nice cock, but it’s even better than I’d imagined,” he says dreamily. “I know that I said we’d skip blow jobs, but can I play with it for just a second?”
I laugh. “Like I’m going to say no to that? Go ahead.”
“Yay! Okay, on the bed. I’m not fucking up my knees when I probably can’t even reach you properly with how short I am.”
I do as he says, moving to lay down on the bed, and somehow it’s even more comfortable than mine is in his guest room. My head has barely hit the pillow when my soul momentarily leaves my body.
Apparently, when Adrian said “play with it for a second,” he meant that he was going to immediately attempt to deepthroat my entire dick in one motion. I hadn’t even realized he was starting, and it already feels so fucking incredible as he swallows around me.
“Oh fuck! Charming, you’re so good at that. Oh my god.” I let out a deep moan, even more turned on thinking about all the sounds I’ve made over the last couple of months, hoping that he’d hear me, that eventually we’d end up together. And now, here we are, where every sound is because of him.
He pulls off as quickly as he started, and I groan again.
He laughs, teasing me. “I thought you said you’d rather skip blow jobs?”
“I did. I just hadn’t realized you’d be that amazing.”
“Don’t worry, we’re just getting started. Roll over. Go on your hands and knees, or prop some pillows under you so you’re comfortable with your ass up in the air toward me,” he instructs, and my anticipation grows. It’s actually happening. Adrian is going to fuck me.
Excited is an understatement.
“Do you know what rimming is?” he asks, and I forget how to breathe. I nod, unsure if my voice would even work right now. “Can I eat you out?”
I’ve been enjoying a lot of porn featuring men having sex with other men, and I have really been into scenes with rimming. It always looks so hot, and I know they could just be acting, but the person on the receiving end usually seems like they’re having a great time.
The thought of Adrian having his tongue inside my ass is still a little hard to wrap my head around, but I think about what he said earlier about getting comfortable with each other, being honest. And as intimidating as it might seem, I am curious. So I nod. “Go ahead.”
He doesn’t hesitate, he grips my ass with a hand on either side, and licks right over my hole.
Sensation wise, it’s such a sensitive area, and his warm, wet tongue feels absolutely amazing as he moves it around.
He lets out a moan, and for a second, I wonder if it could be possible he’s enjoying this as much as I am.
For a while, I’m consumed by how spectacular it feels as he continues licking me, relaxing as I let the pleasure remain my focus.
“I’m going to start to open you up now, okay? You seem pretty relaxed, but let me know if I need to stop or change what I’m doing. If anything hurts, tell me right away.”
“Okay.” I already sound breathy, and Adrian has still only used his mouth on me.
He moves back to my hole, licking and kissing, giving it plenty of attention. Honestly, I feel like I could eventually get off just from this. I try to focus on calming my breathing, and on a deep exhale, Adrian slides his tongue inside me.
“Oh, fuuuuuck,” I moan, and he continues to fuck his tongue into my hole. Then he adds a finger and slowly stretches me out even more with that. An embarrassingly high-pitched whimper escapes my throat when he pulls out. “Why did you stop?”
“To get supplies. We need more than spit.”
“Fair.” I stay in the same position with my ass in the air, exposed for Adrian as he undresses and adds lube to his fingers, spreading it all over my hole.
He starts again with one finger inside me, making sure I’m appropriately stretched before adding a second, and eventually, a third finger with even more lube, which I appreciate.
I love how full I already feel from his fingers, and I know if I was using my toys right now, I’d be close to finishing already.
But, obviously, I don’t want to do that.
I want Adrian inside me. I think he’s avoiding my prostate as much as possible while he stretches me out to continue to tease me, and it’s absolutely working.
Each time his finger brushes against that spot, I want to cry out and beg him to do it again and again.
To never stop because it feels so fucking good.
“God, you really are good at this already, huh? I can’t believe you’ve been practicing,” Adrian praises. “You seem pretty prepared to me. How are you feeling?”
I shift my hips, squirming a little. No pain. “I feel like I needed you inside of me, like, five minutes ago.”
He laughs, running his hands appreciatively over my ass, moving to the top of my thighs and back up to my hips “Are you ready then?”
I want to say yes, to beg him to stop teasing me, because I want him inside of me as soon as possible.
But as I think about that moment, I realize that I don’t want to have my face buried in a pillow.
I would much rather be looking at him, to share that moment.
“Wait, not yet.” I turn my head so I can look at his face.
“Would it be alright if I get on my back? I want to see you while you fuck me.”
Adrian doesn’t respond for a moment, and I’m worried I did something wrong, again. That maybe I broke some unwritten role or boundary of his that I was unaware of. But eventually, he responds. “Of course you can. Whatever you think you’ll be the most comfortable doing.”
I roll over so I’m on my back, taking a second to prop a pillow under my hips.
My head is leaning against some pillows, and this is already so much better than before because now I can see Adrian in all his naked glory as he stares down at me adoringly.
His dick is bigger than I was expecting given his frame, and it’s more curved than mine.
Right now, it’s jutting out toward me, long and so hard.
The tip is even leaking. A few months ago, I would have never thought another man’s dick could be so erotic, but staring at Adrian’s cock somehow has me even more desperate for him.
“Is that better?” he asks, and I finally tear my gaze away from his dick to smile at him.
“So much. Now come here, I want to kiss you again.” He smirks and leans over me to oblige.
His lips on mine are just as heady as before.
They’re so soft and full, and the way he controls the kiss, licking into my mouth, sucking my bottom lip between his after nipping it, is so hot.
I don’t think I’ll ever get over the fact that I waited so long to kiss him. I’m so glad I get to do it now.
I get lost in the sensation of our kiss, which has quickly turned into a full-blown make-out session as we continue to explore each other’s mouths. Adrian is the first to break our connection. Pulling back, he rests on his knees between my bent legs.
“Okay, are you ready now?” I nod. I’m much more comfortable in this position as I pull my legs back, and he opens the condom he must’ve grabbed and placed on the bed next to us.
He puts it on, adding more lube to both his dick and my hole before lining up with my entrance.
At first, he just teases me, tapping against it, making no effort to actually push in.
“Adriaaaan,” I whine, and he chuckles.
“Alright, alright. Big inhale,” he instructs. On my exhale, he slowly advances until his tip is inside of me, pausing to allow me to adjust to the new sensation. His dick is a little wider than the biggest plug I have and definitely longer.
“Fuck, you’re so tight, Hudson,” he says breathlessly. “I can’t believe you’re letting me be the first man inside you.”
That makes me smile, and I relax even more.
I love his praise, knowing that he seems to be enjoying this just as much as I am.
I want this to be just as good for him as it already is for me.
I don’t want him to just be the first man inside me, I want him to be the only one.
But I don’t think now is the time for those sort of declarations, so I stick with encouraging him to continue. “You can go further. I’m doing fine.”
He nods, muttering, “Okay. Yeah, me too. So fine. Not freaking out about how unbelievable this is.” His reaction is everything.
I never want this to end. Then he’s pushing in a bit further, stretching me with so much care that it makes me feel cherished, as though my comfort and pleasure are the most important thing in the world to him.
He waits again before slowly pulling out, and then advancing even more.
Every extra inch lights me up, pleasure building at the base of my spine as he continues to stretch me out and fill me up in a way I can’t even describe.
This might be a new experience for me, but nothing about it is awkward or uncomfortable. This feels like the natural progression of our relationship, like exactly what Adrian and I should have been doing this whole time.
Looking up at his blissed-out expression, I feel so connected to him in a way that I don’t remember with any of my previous partners, and I’m so grateful I get to experience this with another person.
Maybe it’s different because he’s fucking me, or maybe it’s because he’s a man, but I think it’s just that we spent so long as friends, supporting and admiring each other without the motivation of a physical relationship.
He’s been there for me through so much already, simply because he wanted to help.
That level of friendship being added to this physical one only amplifies everything I’m feeling.
I’m so glad we finally got here.
He lets out another groan as he bottoms out inside of me. “Hudson, you feel so incredible. I still can’t believe you’ve been practicing with toys, hoping this might happen.”
He’s slowly pulling back and thrusting back into me as he talks. The pace is torturous, every shift of his hips has his cock dragging against my prostate sending me closer and closer to my climax. “This… is so… much better,” I get out between my ragged breaths.
I’m trying to hold back, not ready for this to end.
All I can hope is that this is only the beginning for us, that we can do this again and again.
Being with Adrian has been my fantasy for months, and now that I know what being with him is actually like, somehow so much better than I’d hoped, I never want to go back.
As he continues to fuck me, it’s clear Adrian not only has a nice dick but he also knows how to use it.
He isn’t just pounding into me, chasing his own pleasure.
Each roll of his hips has me making more desperate, uncontrollable sounds, and when Adrian moves his hand to my leaking cock, spreading the precum around the head to tease me, I blurt out, “Fucking-holy-mother-of-fuck!” My hips thrust up into his hand on instinct, seeking more friction.
The movement throws off his rhythm, and he chuckles at my outburst, but the sensation of him inside me while also touching my dick has me seeing stars.
He grabs the lube, adding some to his hand.
“I think your cock is perfectly curved to rub against my prostate every time you grind into me like that. If you touch my dick while you do that, it’s over,” I warn him.
He smiles, and those fucking dimples that I’m obsessed with are on display, tugging at something in my chest. “Good, that’s kind of the point.”
“Well, are you close, too?”
He’s looking at me like he does his favorite triple chocolate fudge brownie, and the adoration mixed with longing has that feeling in my chest threatening to consume me before he pulls me back to the moment. “Hudson, I’ve been close this entire time.”
“Thank fuck,” I say on an exhale.
He resumes that perfect motion with his hips as he wraps his lubed hand around my dick, twisting up and down as he does, and I have no idea what noise I make, too overwhelmed with the euphoric feeling of my orgasm as I finally come all over my stomach and chest.
Adrian cries out a moment later, hand still working me through my release during his own. We both take a moment to catch our breath before he slowly pulls out of me and removes the condom.
I hate how empty I feel at the loss of him, but when he leans over to kiss me again, that sensation seems like more of a reminder of how great being together was, rather than the lonely one it had moments before.
I’m not ready when he pulls away, whispering, “I’ll be right back, don’t move.”
I don’t think I could even if I wanted to. My limbs feel boneless as I float on the cloud of Adrian’s bed.
Seriously, how is this so comfortable?