Chapter 40 Adrian
ADRIAN
Itake a deep breath, splashing some water on my face at the kitchen sink trying to get my act together.
This could be the last time I have sex with Hudson.
I hope it isn’t.
As I was washing all the clothing in infant detergent and folding it to put away by size, I was daydreaming about it being my turn to wake up in the middle of the night to feed and change the baby. Clearly, my fantasies have evolved beyond sexual ones since I’ve gotten to turn those into reality.
But there’s the very real chance that tonight could be my last opportunity to have sex with him. So many things could change between us after he moves out. I need to appreciate tonight for what it is, to take advantage of the opportunity he offered by suggesting it.
Still, I couldn’t fuck him in his new bed. That felt too… sacred. Like the beginning of something, rather than its potential end.
Apparently, I thought that the kitchen was a good alternative.
I guess we’ll find out.
“So should I bend over the side of the table… or?” Hudson asks, pulling my attention back to the present. I guess that he’s still able to sneak up on me in his house, too.
I turn to face where he’s casually leaning against one of the chairs, wearing only a towel tucked around his waist. There’s a bottle of lube and a few condoms on the table next to him.
He’s easily the most attractive man I’ve ever seen, and even after all this time, I can’t believe that I’ve had sex with him and that he’s asking me to fuck him again.
“You could,” I agree. “But the table has a 600 pound weight capacity. I was picturing you laying on your back with your legs bent up while I sit in one of the chairs at the seat below you where I can lean in and eat you out.”
He’s already climbing onto the table before I finish, laying the towel down below him.
“One second, let me grab you a pillow.” I quickly walk into the living room and borrow a throw pillow, bringing it back to place on the table under his head as he lies down fully.
He smiles. “You always take such good care of me.”
I have no idea what to say to that, so I lean in for a kiss, letting it linger as I try not to worry about how many kisses we have left.
When I finally pull away, it’s only because I’m already painfully hard, and I can’t wait to advance things any longer.
I take a seat at the chair positioned between his legs, just like I suggested, and he lifts his head to look down his muscular body at me.
He winks and something in my chest squeezes.
I can’t look at his perfect face right now; I’m far too close to admitting how I really feel, to saying I’m madly in love with him and we can forget all about my plan. But I promised myself I wouldn’t do that, that I would give him the space to move out and decide what he really wanted on his own.
If there’s any chance I’ll ever believe that we belong together, I need to set him free first.
So I lean in and pour all the things I’m not ready to say into my actions, into hopefully making him feel as good as I possibly can.
I don’t hold back as I lick and suck around his hole, making the shapes and letters and patterns with my tongue that I’ve learned over our time together get the biggest reaction from him.
He’s quickly moaning and panting and begging for more. I love it. I love knowing that I’m the one earning each of those cries, that I’m the one in control of his pleasure.
When he’s relaxed enough, I fuck into him with my tongue, and the moan he lets out sounds like it’s straight out of a cheesy porn film.
I slowly add a finger with my tongue, continuing to open him up as he moans for more. I switch to lube, adding more fingers, and far too quickly, he’s begging for my dick.
This is it.
“I need to take off my clothes. Get off the table now and bend over it so I can fuck you, but don’t forget the pillow,” I instruct. The table is low enough that with him bent over, it should be the perfect angle. And yes, I might have considered that when I chose it. Who wouldn’t?
He hurries to get off the table, bending over in front of me as I slowly remove my shirt, and then my pants and underwear. The whole time he’s bent over, he’s squirming, his ass shifting back and forth, seeking me to fill him up. It’s such a fucking power trip to know how desperate he is for me.
When I’m naked, I trail my hand up and down his spine, stopping before I get to his hole. The whimper he makes is the sweetest sound. “Adriaaaan, please.”
“Please, what?” I tease.
“Fuck me!” he demands.
And as much as I want to, I can’t help but tease him a little more, making a tsking sound as I round the table instead. “But you didn’t listen to me.”
He whips his head in my direction. “What?”
“You didn’t listen,” I repeat. “I told you to bring the pillow, and you left it all the way over here.” I hold it up, now on the opposite end of the table. “Maybe you don’t really want me to fuck you.”
His jaw drops open, and he stares at me in disbelief. “I absolutely want you to fuck me.”
I smirk. “Ask me again. Beg me to fuck you. Maybe if you do it nicely enough, I’ll forgive you.”
We both know that I’m going to fuck him regardless of what he says, as long as it isn’t “no.” He’s told me countless times by now how hot it is when I boss him around, when I make him beg for it.
And tonight, more than any other night, maybe a part of me needs to hear it. Needs to hear him begging for my cock, begging for me.
Maybe I’m just desperate for anything that might help me believe that it could be true.
“Please, Adrian. I need you. I’m so sorry I didn’t listen, will you please fuck me? Pretty please, Charming, I need you to stretch me out and fill me up. I want to picture your dick so far up my ass that I see stars every time I try to eat at this table.”
I smile at that thought, round the table again, and grab the condoms and bottle of lube on my way until I’m standing behind him.
I open a condom, put it on and slick up my dick with lube before I give his ass any attention.
When I finally do tease him with my tip, he rocks back, trying to force me inside of him.
I tsk again. “Hudson, you’re such a bad listener tonight,” I tease.
“Please, Adrian, baby, I need you.”
I freeze, my heart squeezing at the new endearment. He’s never called me that before. It’s always “Charming” or “Prince” or my name. Which he said with “baby,” so he definitely meant it for me.
“I’m sorry. I’ll be good, now. Please fuck me.”
I don’t know what to think after he called me that, but I’m done teasing him. I finally line my dick up with his lubed-up hole and slowly push in.
Despite his promises, he isn’t “good,” and in almost no time at all, he’s rocking back to meet every thrust as I hold onto his hips like my life depends on it.
He feels incredible squeezed around my cock.
It doesn’t matter how many times we’ve done this, somehow each time, it seems to blow my mind even more with just how amazing it is to be inside of him, how perfectly we manage to fit together.
The sounds he makes are intoxicating. “Right there,” “so good,” and “oh my god.” Each moan or cry sends me closer and closer to the edge.
His knuckles are white where he’s gripping the edge of the table, using his hold to push himself back onto me with even more force. It’s too much, feels too good.
I don’t want it to be over. I want to live in this moment, live inside him, forever. But I’m only human, and his ass is squeezing me like it’s begging for my release. Hopefully those noises mean he’s as close as I am.
When I can’t possibly hold back any longer, I reach around to grasp his leaking cock. “Come for me,” I command, and on the first stroke, his release is covering my hand and the towel still on the table.
His ass clenches impossibly tighter around my dick as he comes, dragging out my orgasm at last as I continue to thrust into him.
I never want it to end, but far too quickly it’s over, I’m pulling out, and tying off the condom. I get us both cleaned up in a daze. It’s really happening. Hudson isn’t going to come home with me.
We no longer live together.
As I’m pulling my clothes back on, Hudson, still standing there completely naked, is the first to talk. “I was thinking we could test out the TV in my room too, see if it’s at an okay angle to watch from the bed.”
I shake my head, trying to focus. As great as it would be to keep pretending, to continue with the excuses, that would just be more of the same, more of making myself the convenient option for him.
I let myself have tonight, honestly because I was too weak to say no, but if there’s any chance we can do this again, I need to stop doing what’s easy.
“I need to go,” I finally tell him with a sad smile.
His face falls, but he nods. “Okay, yeah. That was the deal. Can I walk you out at least?”
“You’re naked,” I remind him with a soft laugh as I shake my head.
“So?”
“So, I’ll see you around. Have a good game Sunday.” I try to turn to leave, but Hudson rushes forward to grab my hand.
“Hey, don’t do that,” he says. “Don’t pretend like this is the end.”
I shrug, desperately trying not to get my hopes up.
“Nothing has changed, Adrian. I still want to be with you. Unless something has changed for you? Do… Do you want this to be the end?”
I offer him my truth, or at least some of it, letting out a soft “No” as I shake my head. I’m not ready to admit just how much I want to be with him aloud, but I can say that much.
He smiles triumphantly. “Good. Then this is just a new chapter for us. The one where I woo you.”
I can’t help it, a surprised laugh escapes from my throat. “Woo me?”
“Yup!” he answers confidently. “I know I messed up the order of things by doing all the physical stuff first, not that I regret any of that, obviously. But now I get to convince you that I’ll still want you without any of that. I’m excited.”