Chapter Seven
chapter seven
CALLUM
T wo weeks later, Hudson and I are in the air, on a plane to California. He’s nervous, blowing out hard breaths and his palms are a sweaty mess. Wanting to put him at ease, I bring one of his hands to my mouth and kiss the back of it. His expression is soft and he says, “Sorry. It’s not that I’m nervous about you. I don’t know what I’m walking into.”
I shrug, threading my fingers through his. “It’s fine, Hudson. We’ll handle whatever happens. That’s what boyfriends are for,” I say with a wink. He grins and nods, leaning back against the seat.
While he’s trying to relax, I take him in. His brown hair is pushed off his face from how often he was running his fingers through it. His round cheeks are pale and his full lips are thinned. I don’t like it. This isn’t my Hudson. We’ve only known each other for a month and a half, but I’m not used to this expression. This isn’t the jovial man I met at Chasta’s. The one that jokes around with me about my taste in movies. Not the same man that had me pinned to my couch with his tongue down my throat and my cock in his hand, making me writhe under him. Whatever it is that’s making him like this should no longer be a factor.
Instead of trying to talk him through it, I let him have his time to get himself together. Maybe he’ll tell me when we get settled into our villa.
Hudson threads his fingers through mine when we deplane, and we walk hand in hand to baggage claim. I sigh inwardly and tighten my hand in his. Maybe us pretending over the weekend will lead to the real thing. When he asked me to go with him as his boyfriend, I fucked up. I should have asked if that’s what he wanted instead of writing it off as fake. Because maybe he didn’t want it to be fake. I’ve been fucked over so many times in the past, I didn’t even think about making the decision for him. When this weekend is over, I’ll ask him and see where it leads.
Rounding the corner, a smile graces Hudson’s face. I follow his line of sight and see a handsome man with medium brown skin standing by our baggage carousel, hands in his pockets and a smile lighting his face. He steps forward and he and Hudson meet in a one-armed hug—on account of Hudson not letting my hand go. “Hey, man,” the good-looking Black guy says to Hudson.
“Hey. Good to see you.” They separate and Hudson pulls me closer to him. “John, this is Callum. Callum, John.”
John grins and shakes my hand. “Nice to meet you. I’m glad you could make it.”
“Likewise,” I reply, my hand engulfed in his warm palm. John seems like a nice guy. Let’s hope that extends to everyone I meet this weekend.
As we grab our bags and exit the airport, John fills us in on what we’ll be doing this weekend. “We don’t have much planned for the night. My mother and sister won’t be in until late tonight and we want to have everyone here before the fun and games start.” John stares over at Hudson with a tight expression. “I know I’ve said it before, but it means a lot that you could come. I know it might be hard with Henry and that … man showing up.” John says man like he wants to say fucker . He stops just outside the door and gives Hudson a pleading look. “I couldn’t ask Derek not to invite his best friend, but you’re my friend, too.” He sighs heavily and his eyes bounce between us. My heart goes out to John. He probably means well but is in a bad situation. “Was it unfair to ask you to come? Am I an asshole for this?”
Hudson shakes his head and holds out an arm to give John a hug. “Nah, man. We’re friends too.” John nods but doesn’t look guilt free. “Besides, I’ve moved on.” Hudson raises my hand he’s still holding to his mouth and kisses it. “I’m doing okay, and I’ll be fine when I have to see Henry and his man.”
I smile up at Hudson, wishing this wasn’t us faking. I know we both have genuine feelings for each other. I think we were heading to the boyfriend territory before this, but it’s probably too soon. We’re both just out of relationships where our partner hurt us. I’d never hurt Hudson and I don’t think he would hurt me, but does he know that? Have I done enough to show him that I want more? That I’m all in and he’s my perfect match?
The drive to the resort is relaxing. When Hudson tries to sit in the back with me, John tells him he isn’t his chauffeur in a light tone. Face flaming, Hudson tries to climb in the front seat, and John bursts into laughter, telling him he’s just fucking with him. Hudson gives him a dark look that instantly morphs into snickers they both have trouble holding back.
I love seeing Hudson like this with his friend. While he’s generally happy, I know this weekend will have him a little stressed. Now, his shoulders are relaxed, and his eyes aren’t guarded anymore. He’s back to being the Hudson I met.
The resort is beautiful. It’s very modern, the villas each having their own sliding glass door that opens into a courtyard with a gazebo of sorts in the middle. There’s a fire pit that appears well used and I hope we get to sit out here this evening.
John shows us to our villa, gives Hudson one last hug, then walks to the one right across from ours. Grabbing my hand, he leads me inside of our beautiful getaway for the weekend. The living room area has a large sectional situated to face both the door and the large TV right across from it. The artwork adorning the walls is gorgeous, made of abstract images and bold colors that makes me want to stare and assess what I see for hours. The kitchen has stainless steel appliances and my fingers itch to make dinner for Hudson there. Or for us to make it together.
We drag our bags to the bedroom and I stop short with my mouth open. Holy hell, super king-sized bed. Four Hudson’s could fit in that thing and Hudson is not a small man. I’m sure my face is bright red with all the implications of what we can do on that extremely large bed and with my fair skin, blushing is obvious. When Hudson meets my eyes and takes in my flaming cheeks, his eyes grow heated, and he unceremoniously drops his bags and stalks over to me.
In no time, my dick is hard, and my breathing is off, Hudson doing it for me even before his mouth comes crashing on mine. I will never get tired of kissing Hudson. His mouth is always so eager, so demanding when on mine. I have no issue letting him take the lead, chasing his tongue so I can taste more of him.
Again, he lifts me off my feet and I wrap my legs around his waist, allowing him to carry me over to the bed and we topple over. Hudson’s hard cock against my thigh makes me groan and gyrate against him, wanting more friction against my cock. Hudson has other ideas.
Snatching his mouth from mine, he kisses down my body, shoving my shirt up my chest, kissing and biting at my flesh on his way down. Panting, I watch his descent, not able to take my eyes off him. Hudson pulls my pants down, mouthing my cock over my briefs. Unable to help myself, I thrust up, wanting my dick between his lips.
Hudson chuckles but pulls my briefs down. My hard length pops out and bounces on my stomach. Hudson grabs it quickly, his large hand stroking me in soft, lazy strokes. He holds my hip when I try to fuck his hand, effectively halting my movements. He gives me a dirty smile when I whine in protest, and it makes me want to move more.
My weekend boyfriend doesn’t seem to care what I want. He darts his tongue out and gives me a long lick but doesn’t put me into his mouth. Instead, he says, “I didn’t think your cock would be so big.”
“Umm … thank you,” I pant, wanting him to show me how much of my big cock he can deep throat.
“I want you to fuck me. I want to feel this inside my hole, stretching me until I can’t walk straight,” he murmurs, squeezing my dick.
“Oh fuck,” I groan, precum leaking. “Now?”
“No. I need to taste you. I want you coming down my throat,” he teases, sucking on just the head of my dick. Before I can get into it, he pulls off and says, “Then you can come in my ass.”
I don’t get the chance to say anything further—Hudson takes me almost all the way in and I’m breathless. It’s true, my cock is big—bigger than people assume with my small stature and slight weight. But Hudson takes me down like it’s nothing and I have to make a concentrated effort not to explode down his throat before I can really enjoy him.
And it takes a lot of effort. Hudson is a master at deep throating. His wet mouth slides easily up and down my cock, the suction so perfect I bow off the bed, shoving down his throat more. Hudson takes it like a champ, clamping his lips around me and pulling my cock into his mouth in steady slurps.
“Oh fuck, baby,” I groan, reaching down to rub his face, his beard tickling my thighs as he sucks my dick. When Hudson’s eyes flick up to me, I’m a goner. No matter how much I try to hold back, it’s useless. The look he’s giving me is so perfect that I can’t keep my orgasm at bay. “You gotta move, baby. I’m gonna …” We never talked about swallowing. Hell, two weeks ago, we didn’t do more than kiss. So I’m not sure if he wants to swallow my load or not.
Popping off my cock, Hudson jerks me hard and fast. “Come on my face. Paint me with your load.”
I shout my release, rope after rope of my cum splashing on Hudson’s face, getting it in his beard and coating his lips. He’s never looked so fucking sexy. Sliding off the bed, even though I’m fucking dead—I kiss him hard, tasting myself and feeling my cum coat my face.
Not wanting to give him time to climb on the bed, I push him on his back and hurriedly lower his pants. When I come face to face with his cock, my mouth waters and my dick tries to rally. Only one word comes to mind when I see Hudson’s dick: thick . It’s so thick. I can imagine how it would hurt so good as he eased into me, fucking me deep, tapping my prostate with every thrust.
I don’t waste time—I engulf his cock, sucking him down. I gag a little, but I push through it, sucking him like a lollipop. Hudson groans, gathering my hair in the semblance of a ponytail, holding it back so I can suck him. He thrusts up into my mouth and I gag a little more but use the spit to slide down more on him.
His groans are driving me insane, and my dick plumps up, half hard listening to Hudson. Then he starts talking and my cock springs up, hard as a brick. “I imagined you like this.” I look up at him and he holds my eyes. Hudson’s lips are parted, his eyes hooded and his face a mess. “Just like this. My hands in your hair.” He stops to pant and moan but doesn’t avert his gaze. “I love how you look with a mouth full of my dick.”
I groan and my hand snakes down to grip my erection, pulling quickly while Hudson takes over and fucks my face. I watch Hudson’s face morph into an intense mask of pleasure and it ramps me up. I just came less than five minutes ago, but I feel another orgasm tingling in my balls. “Fuck, Callum. You wanna swallow me down, baby? Want my cum down your throat?”
Since my mouth is full of dick, I just maintain eye contact and slide my mouth down, sucking hard. “Cal …” he gasps as his hot release fills my mouth. Closing my lips, I swallow quickly, making sure I don’t waste a drop. His salty taste goes down easily, and I suck harder, trying to get more.
When Hudson shudders and pulls at my hair, I ease his dick from my mouth. I climb up his body and plant my lips on his, thrusting my tongue into his mouth. Hudson groans, sliding his arms around me and holding me tight .
Hudson pulls away and lays his head back on the floor, chuckling softly. “Well, next time, we’ll have to use the bed.”
I laugh with him, laying my head on his chest. “You have to get cleaned up. You have cum in your beard.”
“True. But you can always replace it tonight,” Hudson says, kissing the top of my head.
Stifling a moan, I get up and help him to his feet. We walk to the bathroom to clean our faces and I’m about to joke with Hudson about him missing a spot when there’s a knock on the door. “Probably John,” he says, heading for the door.
“No.” I stop him and blush. “You have…come in your beard. Finish cleaning up. I’ll get it.”
Walking to the door, I see a thin man with almost jet-black hair and piercing blue eyes waiting. Of course, I don’t know him, but I figure it’s one of Hudson’s friends. “Hi,” I say when I slide the door open. The man steps past me, scanning the room with searching eyes. “Can I help you?” I ask, not unkindly. I don’t want to upset any of Hudson’s friends, but him walking around uninvited is a little rude.
“This is supposed to be Hudson’s villa,” the man replies, still peering around.
“Uh …” I slide the door shut and move around in front of the bedroom door before he tries to barrel in there. “It is. I’m his … boyfriend. Callum.” I hope this guy didn’t notice my hesitance. It’s not that I don’t want to really be Hudson’s boyfriend—we agreed to pretend. My urge to protect my heart may have fucked any opportunity to have the man of my dreams.
The man gapes at me, eyes roaming over my body. In an incredulous voice, he asks, “You?”
Okay, now he’s being an ass. This must be Hudson’s ex. I make a show of looking around. When I meet his eyes again, I see his took on a hard glint. I smile widely at him. “Yep. Me. Did you need something?”
He runs a hand through his hair and I wonder why he’s here. Did he think Hudson was lying about having a boyfriend? Did he want Hudson to pine over him? “Can you tell him?—”
“Henry,” I hear behind me and Hudson slides his arm around my chest to pull me against him.
The man— Henry— narrows his eyes and glances between the two of us. “Hey. Um … I was just coming to welcome you back.”
“I’m not back,” Hudson says in an even tone. “I’m visiting. I’ll be going back with Callum when the wedding is over.”
“You look good,” slips out of Henry’s mouth and it’s my turn to narrow my eyes. Does he not see me standing here or does he not give a fuck?
Huffing a breath, Hudson pulls me closer. “Is there something you need, Henry?”
Looking taken aback by Hudson’s tone, he shakes his head and runs his fingers through his hair again. “Uh, no. See you later.”
He rushes out of the door before either of us could say another word.
Hudson turns me around to face him. “You okay? I would have come out sooner but,” his lips twitch and his eyes sparkle as he continues with, “there was a lot more of your jizz in my beard than I thought.”
I laugh suddenly and hug him, then kiss the underside of his chin. “I’m good. I think he was thrown off that I’m your boyfriend, but whatever.” I try to go for blasé, but I don’t think it works. I’m not sure what Henry meant when he asked if I was his boyfriend, but it had me on guard.
Shaking his head, Hudson grabs my face and kisses me soundly. “You’re fucking gorgeous, inside and out, so I’m lucky you’re my boyfriend .” He adds emphasis to the word. I try to give him a smile, but I’m still a little raw by the interaction and how correct Henry was in his disbelief.
I’m not Hudson’s, but God, I wish I was.