Chapter 14
Chapter Fourteen
Hudson
I swallowed thickly.
Definitely me.
My mind still reeled, and suddenly, I was terrified something was about to go wrong because things like this didn’t happen to people like me.
I roughly shoved my fingers through my hair and closed my eyes, drawing in a deep breath.
Kreed gripped the back of my neck and squeezed, somehow grounding me.
Slowly peeling my eyes back open, I stared at him.
When my tongue licked over my bottom lip, he tracked the movement, his eyes heating.
And fuck… How long had I been waiting for him to willingly show me how much he fucking wanted me?
He was no longer shying away from this, but still, I couldn’t stop the doubt.
“You’re not doing this out of some weird sense of fatherly duty, are you?” I asked, my voice raw.
Kreed’s disbelieving laugh had my chest squeezing. He shook his head.
“What?” he finally asked. “Hudson… fuck, baby. No. I’m doing this because I want to.
Because while I’m terrified of coming out of the closet and I know the near future will be stressful as hell while I divorce Bonnie and the tabloids rip the three of us apart, I’m ready to finally take what I want.
I’m done settling for less.” He cupped the side of my neck, stroking his thumb along my Adam’s apple.
“And so are you, baby. You deserve the goddamn world, and I’m going to be the one to give it to you. ”
Unable to help myself—and partially because I wanted to test him—I leaned forward and pressed my lips to his.
He sucked in a sharp breath, and I braced myself, knowing he was about to pull away.
But surprising the fuck out of me, he groaned low in his throat and parted his lips for me, letting me keep control of the kiss.
Moaning low, I curled my hand around his neck, tugging him even closer as I plunged my tongue into his mouth.
The kiss was heated and frantic, both of us desperate to make up for lost time. I’d been pining after him for fucking years, and one taste of him four months ago had done nothing but make me even more fucking obsessed with him.
Kreed was about to find out just how deep that obsession ran. He’d just given me everything I’d fucking wanted—him—and I was never letting him go. My mother might have been vindictive and narcissistic, but Kreed was about to find out I could be so much fucking worse.
Gripping Kreed’s hip with my free hand, I tugged him forward until he straddled my thighs.
A growl ripped from my chest when his hard cock pressed against mine.
I thrust up, grinning into our kiss when he trembled and moaned.
Sliding my hand up the back of his skull, I gripped a handful of his hair and yanked his head back then trailed my lips along his jaw and down his neck.
“You taste so fucking good,” I rumbled, and he shuddered, grinding down on me as if he just couldn’t help himself.
When I glanced up at his handsome face, his warm brown eyes were hazy, the pupils blown wide.
He was already so lost in this moment we were sharing together, and fuck, I couldn’t get enough of the way he just fell into me. It was intoxicating.
“Hudson…” he moaned when I sucked his earlobe into my mouth.
When I grazed my teeth over the sensitive flesh, he whined, his hips rocking faster.
I met him thrust for thrust, licking a path down his neck until I found a spot that had him arching his back and shaking in my arms. “F-fuck,” he choked out. “Hudson, I’m going to—oh, fuuuuck.”
He fell apart in my arms, his cum dampening the front of his jeans.
I held him close, humming low in his ear as he rode out his orgasm.
Finally, he slumped in my arms, tucking his face into the curve of my neck.
I rubbed my cheek along his hair then tugged his head up.
He blinked at me lazily, looking as if he were ready for a nap, but I wasn’t done with him yet.
“I’m not finished,” I told him. “On your knees, baby.”
He licked his lips and did as I asked, moving off my lap and kneeling on the floor. I stood then shoved down my pants, freeing my cock. His eyes heated once more, and he gripped my thighs, looking up at me from beneath his thick lashes, those dark eyes like liquid pools of milk chocolate.
“You want my cock in your mouth, baby?” I asked, trailing the tip of my shaft along his kiss-swollen lips.
My precum smeared across them, and he groaned, his eyelids fluttering before he nodded.
I cocked my head to the side the slightest bit, arching a brow at him as I slid my length along his cheek.
“I can’t hear nuts and bolts rattling around in your skull, Kreed. ”
“Yes,” he rasped. “Please, Hudson. Please let me suck your cock.” He looked up at me again, his eyes pleading and desperate, and fuck, it did something funny to my insides. “I’ll be so good. I promise I will. Please—”
I shoved my cock between his lips, and he moaned.
My fingers laced in his hair, and I tilted his head back, so I could drive my cock down his tight throat.
He sucked my cock religiously, not even gagging as I fucked his mouth as if he were nothing more than a cock sleeve for me to use as I pleased.
Tears ran unchecked down his cheeks, and drool ran down his chin.
Slurping sounds echoed through the kitchen.
I wasn’t going to last long. Not when he looked so eager and so goddamn thankful to have my cock in his pretty fucking mouth.
Snarling, I tightened my hold on his hair, and he whined around my cock, doubling down on his efforts.
My balls drew up tight, and my brows furrowed, my breathing quickening.
“Kreed, baby, I’m going to come,” I rasped. “Fuuuck, baby. I need to pump it down your sweet throat. Let me fill you up. Come on. Take it all—shiiiiiit,” I groaned, my head falling back on my shoulders as I spurted down his throat.
He moaned around me as he swallowed, taking every drop I gave him, and goddamn, it was a lot.
My softening cock slipped from his lips, and I leaned down, helping him off the floor. Our mouths met in a slow kiss that was still just as hot as our earlier one.
“Upstairs,” I murmured. “We need to clean up, and you need a nap, old man.”
He snorted but grabbed my hand. I tucked myself back into my pants then let him tug me upstairs to his room.
The room that would eventually become ours.