Chapter 35
HUDSON
“Okay, I think your ass probably needs a break after last night, but if we’re checking off your other first times, how do you feel about blow jobs? You seemed pretty willing last night, but no pressure if you want to try something else?”
“I want to do everything with you,” I admit. “But you mentioned talking about boundaries. Do we need to do that?”
“Right, yes! We should. Sorry, I got distracted by the thought of touching your dick again.” He laughs. “Okay. I already told you I don’t bottom. Is there anything you don’t want to do? Obviously, if something comes up you can just say no, but right off the bat, is there anything?”
I’ve got nothing.
“I want to take this seriously, I really do,” I tell him. “But I’m also really distracted by the thought of touching you again, so I can’t think of anything.”
He smiles, dimples distracting me even further. “Okay, maybe we hook up and then finish the conversation?”
I nod quickly. “Yes, that option.” I stand from the table, the dinner he so kindly made for me completely ignored. “Does that mean I can kiss you now?” I check.
He laughs, also standing. “Umm, maybe only kissing during a hookup? That way it isn’t too much like a relationship?”
Ugh. I don’t like the idea of filtering when I’ll get to kiss him, but it’s not like I’ll be able to kiss him in public anyway, so if we’re only kissing in private anyway, I can probably still do it whenever I want and just turn that into a hookup.
Sounds like a win-win situation to me. “Deal,” I agree.
“Okay, let’s go back to my room.”
I’m very pleasantly surprised when he grabs my hand to drag me there, that he seems as eager for this as I am, even if he’s struggling with the idea of me actually wanting to date him.
Since learning more about his life growing up, that his parents only really paid attention to him when he was doing chores or other things for them, I’ve wondered if his overly helpful nature might be in response to some insecurity about not feeling wanted, that he feels like he needs to prove himself as useful in order for people to want him around.
I hadn’t considered his insecurities might go beyond that, that it could also translate into him not believing that I want to date him, but I’m proud of him for being so honest, for standing up for what he knows he deserves.
I hate that he questions my motives, but I get it.
He has done so much to help me, but those things aren’t why I want to be with him.
I’ve wanted him by my side through everything the last few months because his presence makes everything better, because being around him in general makes me happier.
I hope he hasn’t felt like I was taking advantage of his kindness.
I’m determined to prove to him that I want him without him having to do anything to earn that.
“I won’t know what I’m doing,” I warn him when we get into his room.
He smirks. “Do you want me to go first? I can blow you, and then if you still want to try it, you can copy me.”
As nice as that sounds, I think I need to start proving to him that he doesn’t need to give in order to receive, so I shake my head.
“No, I want to blow you. You can talk me through it if I do something wrong or if I can do something better, but I didn’t get to touch your dick at all last night.
I want to do it now, if that’s alright.”
He’s still smiling. “During this arrangement, you don’t need to ask to touch my dick. I give you full permission.”
“Same with mine.”
“And if you want my cock in your mouth, I’m sure whatever you do will be great,” he assures me as he takes off his clothes.
“Perfect,” I say on an exhale, half in response to his comment, half in reaction to his naked body on display for me.
How did I go so long without realizing I’m attracted to him?
To the male body in general, I guess. His toned muscles on his slim frame are fascinating.
The curve of his dick is something I’ll be fantasizing about for the rest of my life.
I’m already uncomfortably hard just from staring at him, but I could do it all day.
I want to memorize every little detail that makes up the man who has quickly become my favorite person.
Last night was absolutely perfect, but I’m excited I get to actually touch his dick this time.
I’ve spent the last few months wondering what it would be like to be with another man, to hold someone else’s cock in my hand.
Yesterday confirmed that the real deal is so much better than I’d even imagined, way more enjoyable than any of the toys I’ve tried.
It only made me more eager to do other things too.
He lays down on the bed, lounging back against the pillows.
I’m still fully dressed, too distracted by him being naked to have removed anything. “Should I get naked first?” I ask him, unsure why it feels like I need his permission, but I kind of like it, so I go with it.
“No,” he replies firmly. “I don’t want you to be able to touch yourself. I want to be the one to make you come.”
My dick jerks a little at that, and I don’t argue.
I climb onto the bed so I’m kneeling next to his waist. His cock is swollen, and now that he’s laying back, that damn curve is pointing up toward his abs in the most enticing way.
I try to channel some of Adrian’s confidence as I reach out and run my finger along his shaft, loving the silky smooth feel of him.
It’s so easy to imagine what each motion would feel like on my own dick as I wrap my fingers around him, twisting as I move up and down, and thinking about what I like makes this even hotter.
I spit in my hand before bringing it back to his tip, slowly spreading it down and back up, adding more until the entire thing is coated with it so I can easily twist and squeeze as I enjoy the feel of him in my hand.
“Fuck, Hudson, that feels really fucking good. And the look on your face right now is so hot. If you don’t want me in your mouth tonight, just keep doing that and I’ll come soon,” he warns.
“No, I do!” I let go, and he groans. “Sorry, I just got a little distracted playing.”
He smiles indulgently at me, dimples driving me wild. “Don’t apologize. Like I said, you can play whenever you’d like.”
“Thanks,” I say with a wink before I turn back to his erection. The tip is leaking now, and I go for it. Using one hand to steady the base, I lean in and suck the head of his cock into my mouth. The taste isn’t unpleasant, and the soft texture as I suck surprises me in the best way.
I don’t want to get ahead of myself, so I pull off to lick up and down his shaft, around the head, exploring each part to see what earns the biggest reaction from him.
Each noise he makes feels like praise, turning me on even more.
I suck him into my mouth again, fitting more of him in on this attempt, and his hips shift up so he bumps the back of my throat, making me gag a little around him, but even that was really hot, thinking about how far he must be inside of me to get that reaction.
“Fuck, sorry, I didn’t mean to do that!” he apologizes. “That feels so good. It’s really hard to remember you haven’t done this.”
I pull off to respond, a huge smile on my face. “That’s awesome! Don’t remember, do whatever you want. It’s so hot when you take control, and I don’t have to think about if I'm doing everything right.”
He eyes me skeptically. “You didn't mind gagging?”
I shake my head enthusiastically, working him in my hand while we talk. “That was hot too. I’m pretty sure my pants are going to be ruined with how much I’m already leaking.”
“Do you really want me to take over? To fuck your face?”
I don’t even need to think about it as my dick jerks again. “Yes. That, please.”
“Well, if you’re going to ask me so nicely…” he teases, grabbing my hair and guiding my mouth back onto his cock. “But make a fist and put it on my thigh. If your hand relaxes, or you tap me or move it at all, I’ll stop, okay? Show me.”
I do as he says, putting my fist on his thigh, tapping, and returning it to that same spot. “God, you’re perfect,” he mutters under his breath so lowly that I don’t know if he meant for me to hear. But I did.
And I fucking loved it.
Adrian can think this is casual all he wants, but I have big plans to convince him otherwise.
“Try to relax your throat, and breathe through your nose when you can,” he instructs.
Then he uses his grip in my hair to push me further down on his cock, guiding me to bob up and down the full length of him.
I try to suck and lick as much as I can manage, but every once and a while, he holds me down, forcing me to gag around him before pulling me off to catch my breath.
Every time, I worry I’m going to finish in my pants because of how sexy it is, but he told me not to come, and I don’t want to disappoint him.
Thinking about him scolding me for it is almost hot enough for me to say “fuck it” and stop holding back, but I really do want his mouth back on me, so I fight off my climax.
“Fuck. Hudson, I can’t…” he mutters between panting breaths. “Going to come… Tap my leg twice if I can finish in your mouth.”
I hurry to double tap, desperate for the full experience, and as soon as I do, my mouth is flooded with his release. On instinct, I swallow as much as I can, and only a little gets past my lips, dripping down my chin as he continues to thrust into me through his orgasm.
Adrian finally lets go of my hair, and I pull off him, smiling. “That was awesome!”
He laughs, showing off his dimples as he sits up to hold my face in his hands before desperately kissing me. I know he can taste himself on me, and the thought has me moaning into his mouth as he makes out with me.
He palms my leaking cock, squeezing me through my pants before shifting his hands to my chest to guide me back to lay on the bed. Still kissing me, he pushes my shirt up, tracing his fingers over each of my abs before finally breaking away to pull my underwear and pants off me.
He doesn’t waste any time teasing me, and I’m grateful as he sucks me deep into the back of his throat.
“I’m already so close,” I warn, and he hums around me, earning another loud moan from me.
His mouth feels incredible, so warm and tight as he swallows around me.
He pulls back just a little, using his hand to cover what doesn’t comfortably fit in his mouth, twisting and moving up and down with his motions as he continues to suck my dick like it’s his favorite thing in the world.
His tongue swirls around the head of my cock before teasing the slit, and I’m sure he can already taste me.
The thought of both of us tasting like each other lights up something primal inside me, the part that desperately wants to claim him.
I want that, all the time. We might not be officially dating yet, but tasting like each other’s cum sounds like a great option for now.
I wonder if there are other subtle ways that we could claim each other.
Would he be willing to give me a hickey?
Would that raise too many questions? Maybe something more subtle.
I could borrow some of his cologne? Maybe one of his fancy watches.
I love the idea of having some part of him with me all the time.
As much as I want to live in this moment forever, with the taste of Adrian’s release fresh on my lips and his wrapped around my cock, everything feels way too good, and I know I’m close.
“I’m going to—” I try to warn him, but it’s too late as I come in his mouth.
He continues to lick and suck at my tip as I enjoy the high, though, so I don’t think he minds.
My orgasm is so intense after so much build up while blowing him that I worry I won’t be able to move after it’s finally over. I lay there, trying to catch my breath.
He shifts to lie next to me, cuddling up to my side. “This is going to be fun.”
I laugh. “Yeah, it is.” Then I remember we agreed to talk after. Is he about to ask me to go back to my own bed? “Can I stay in here? Is that a boundary thing?”
He’s quiet for a minute, thinking about his answer.
I appreciate when he does that, when he takes the time to consider what he actually wants instead of jumping to agree with me about everything.
It makes me feel like he’s invested in us, in doing things right even if we’re approaching things physically before we agree to anything more.
“Yeah, if you’re okay with it, I’d like the option to cuddle or sleep together after we hook up.
Otherwise, I’m worried one of us might end up feeling neglected or used.
That isn’t what this is. We both care about each other.
We just need to figure out our timing, if it really makes sense for the long term. ”
I let out a sigh in relief. “Good. I’m definitely okay with that.” And I like his confirmation that we care about each other, that he might be referring to this as an arrangement, but he hasn’t completely dismissed the possibility of more.
Being with Adrian physically has only made it more obvious that I want there to be a long term for us.
I won’t give up, and I’m ready to prove to him that he is my future and to fight for us until he believes me.