Chapter Nine
chapter nine
CALLUM
W e go back out to the rest of the guests to see Henry and Alex are no longer there. Oh well. Henry is a fool. Not only did he cheat on Hudson, but he also attempted to get him back while the man he cheated with was just outside. I’m so glad he’s not that smart, or I wouldn’t have ended up with this amazing man sitting beside me, trying to get comfortable with a sore ass.
I didn’t think Hudson would give himself to me like that. I knew I wanted his ass, knew I wanted to be inside him, but no one looks at me and thinks I’m vers. I’m automatically a bottom and it’s up to me to ask for something different. Hudson didn’t even ask, he just knew.
That’s not to say I’m not anxiously waiting for him to fuck me. From the first time I felt his hard-on against my leg when he kissed me the first time, I have been imagining how his cock would feel as he pumped into me, hard and deep.
Seeing Hudson step out of the bathroom in his suit, hair brushed back, and his beard trimmed, I almost want to skip this ceremony and feel it now. I stare at him for a moment, taking him in.
Stepping close to him, I shake my head. “You look …” my voice trails off as I blow out a breath of appreciation. “Damn, Hudson. I saw you in a suit for our first date, but I forgot how fucking good you look in one.”
Hudson blushes and drops his head, rubbing a hand over his soft belly. “Thanks, Cal. You know you always look good.” He pulls me close, planting a soft kiss on my lips. I try to take it further, but Hudson cuts it off, chuckling as he steps back. “No, we were late last night. They’re not going to wait for us this time.”
Even though I know he’s right, I still try to steal another kiss. Hudson grabs my hand, spins me around and pushes me lightly to the door. “Come on, troublemaker,” he says, holding my hips as he walks behind me. He bends to my ear and says, “Let’s see these two get married and I’m all yours after they say, ‘I do.’”
Sighing dramatically, I put my hands over his and Hudson walks closer to me, wrapping his arms around me snugly. “Fine. But I’m holding you to that. You’re all mine as soon as the ceremony is over.”
Hudson kisses me on the neck, making me shiver. “Anything you want, baby.”
“What if I want you to fuck me?”
Groaning, Hudson turns me around and kisses me hard. I grip the lapels of his suit, pulling him closer as he pushes me against the wall behind me. His hand drifts down to my ass and he squeezes, his hard dick brushing against my belly. I want to card my hands through his hair so badly, but I know we have to be presentable for the ceremony.
Snatching my mouth from his, I place my head against his chest, breathing rapidly. “You don’t play fair,” I whisper, not raising my head, because I know I’ll want to devour his lips again. “How long is this ceremony supposed to last?”
Hudson laughs and kisses the top of my head. “Just thinking about fucking you makes me want to skip it. John is lucky we’re friends.” His gruff voice has me looking up at him and he takes that opportunity to kiss me again.
I’m not sure how long we make out, but we’re interrupted by a knock on the door. Shit, are we late again?
Pulling apart, Hudson adjusts himself and straightens my jacket. I left my hair down, so there’s nothing to fix there and I didn’t tug on Hudson’s hair like I usually do. When we’re sure we’re presentable, hand in hand, we walk to the door.
It’s John’s sister, Brena. With a raised eyebrow, she says, “Couldn’t have you two late for the ceremony. Guess it’s a good thing I knocked.”
I peek at Hudson and his lips are swollen from our kisses and my face feels a little scratchy from beard burn. I can only imagine how red it is. The blush I feel lighting up my cheeks isn’t making it any better.
“Sorry,” Hudson murmurs, grabbing my hand.
“All good. The ceremony hasn’t started. We still have five minutes, but I don’t want anything holding up my brother’s big day.” She turns to us with a dazzling smile, her obvious happiness for her brother radiating off her.
Hurrying behind Brena, Hudson and I make our way down to the area set up for the ceremony. The breeze is blowing softly across the water, giving the air a cool feel that probably isn’t common for California at this time of year. But it feels great.
We sit down and assess those gathered. Alex is right across the aisle from us, sitting on Derek’s side since Henry is his best man. I’m not sure if I hope he and Henry live a happy life together or not, since he was a party in breaking Hudson’s heart. But if it weren’t for the two of them, I wouldn’t have him, and I don’t plan to let him go. I’m not happy with what they did to him at all. Karma may get them, and it may not. Doesn’t matter to me, because I don’t plan to do anything that will fuck up what Hudson and I have.
Everyone looks good and happy. I glance over at Hudson only to find him already looking at me. Dipping my head self-consciously, I ask, “What?”
“You look great today, Callum. Happy. I almost can’t stop staring at you.”
“It’s you. What we talked about last night. Knowing you love me too,” I whisper, looking at him shyly. “I can’t help but be really happy about that.”
Hudson throws his arm around me, pulling me close to him and kissing my forehead. “I like you happy. I’ll make sure you’re always happy.”
Our lips meet softly, then the ceremony begins. It’s beautiful. The love between John and Derek is palpable and I find myself wishing for what they have. The heavy weight of Hudson’s arm around my shoulder gives me hope that I might get it.
When John and Derek kiss, I let out a sigh, loving that they’re getting their happily ever after. Hudson turns my face to him and wipes the tears that have escaped. I smile and hang on to his wrist, kissing his palm.
We stand when the grooms walk down the aisle hand in hand, Hudson’s arm still slung around me. I see Henry looking at us with regret etched on his face instead of the anger that was there just yesterday. I’m not sure if he regrets making a fool of himself yesterday or because he’s not being the one on Hudson’s arm. Either way, it’s not my problem. This wonderful man is with me now and I would be a fool to let him go.
Pushing Henry’s expression and foolishness from my mind, I step into the aisle and lead Hudson over to the happy couple. After we shake hands and hug, we sit at one of the tables that’s set up for the small, intimate reception. Since it’s such a small affair, it doesn’t take long for everyone to be seated, the cake to be cut, speeches given and the happy couple to have their first dance. It’s all really sweet and I can’t help a few more tears escaping my eyes at the grooms’ obvious love and affection.
“Want to dance?” Hudson asks after the grooms take their seats. The music is playing, but no one else is dancing.
“Yeah, why not?”
Hudson pulls me to my feet and leads me towards the dance floor. As the upbeat music that had been playing changes to a slow song, I thread my hands around Hudson’s neck. He places one hand on the small of my back and the other between my shoulder blades. We sway to the music, gazing into each other’s eyes. Hudson has a slight smile on his face and keeps dropping his gaze to my lips.
Giving him a lopsided grin, I ask, “Why are you staring at me like that?”
“Just wondering when it would be okay to leave so I can get you on your hands and knees on our bed.”
I groan, leaning into him and taking his manly scent into my lungs. “Now. Now would be okay. They’re already married,” I whine, wanting to rub against him, but knowing that wouldn’t be wise. Walking around with an erection is not ideal for a wedding.
Chuckling, Hudson spins me suddenly, making a laugh burst from my chest. When he draws me back to him, he has hooded eyes. “Did I tell you how amazing you look today?”
“You did. Ready to take this suit off me? I’m told I look better naked.” I bat my eyes at him innocently and Hudson throws his head back and laughs.
“You were told huh?” His eyes drift down my body and I feel the heat across my skin. “I think I’ll have to be the judge of that.”
More people join us on the dance floor, but we only have eyes for each other. We stay at the reception long enough for it not to be rude. Then we break away, telling John and Derek we’re tired and will see them in the morning before we fly out. They both give us knowing looks—they know why we’re leaving early. Good things the music is turned up—I have a feeling Hudson will make me scream.
We play it cool as we’re walking to our villa, but as soon as we shut the door, we’re all over each other. My hands are everywhere—pulling at his hair, stripping Hudson of his jacket, sliding mine off, tearing his shirt open, buttons flying everywhere. I make a note to replace it.
By the time we’re in the room, we only have on our pants, having kicked off our shoes somewhere between the door and the hall. Our mouths are sloppy and needy against each other, not pausing to separate until we collapse on the bed.
Hudson adjusts me on top of him, until I’m straddling him. He brushes his hands up and down my thighs. “I want to see you like this, baby. Watching you riding me, taking my dick.”
“Yes,” I whisper, moving my hips over his granite hard cock. “You sure you don’t want me on my hands and knees?”
Hudson hums. “I want that too. I want it all. But right now, the thought of you riding my cock has me close to coming. I want to make it good for you, but fuck. I’ve wanted this since we met.”
Bending down as if to kiss him, I stop when I’m an inch from his lips. In a low voice, I ask, “Was it my animal in bed comment?”
A small chuckle leaves his throat before my mouth is back on his, my face being scratched by his beard, but I love it. The feeling of his beard against my face makes my dick leak, knowing what it feels like against my thighs when he sucks my dick.
Releasing his mouth, I toss my legs over his and hustle over to the nightstand. After I shimmy out of my pants, I palm the lube and condom, eager to get myself ready while I blow Hudson. I can’t wait to wrap my lips around his cock. He tastes so good and the most amazing sounds leave his mouth while he’s down my throat.
I hand him the condom but keep the lube with me. Then I lower myself to my knees, mouthing over his cloth covered dick while I undo his belt buckle. Hudson slowly moves his hips, bumping his cock against my needy mouth.
Hudson gathers my locks in one hand, yanking my head back so I can look him in the eyes. “Either get my cock in your mouth or in your ass. I need to feel you.”
I nod as much as I can while he grips my hair tighter. Getting them open and down, I shove my hand into his pants and fist his length. I waste no time pulling him out and closing my mouth around the head of his cock. Precum leaks into my mouth and I swallow greedily. God, the taste of him. I’ll never get enough. Hudson moaning gives me a push and I suck harder and faster, not wanting to get him off, but wanting to hear more of those sounds.
“Christ, Cal. You have to slow down. I don’t want to come until I’m deep in you. After I feel your ass clench around my dick.” I groan, wanting the same thing. “You have to stop. I can’t … Cal.” His voice is pleading, so I slow down, sucking him slowly.
Fumbling with the lube, I apply some to my fingers and reach behind me. I don’t tease around my hole because I know I won’t be able to stand it. I’m already too sensitive and all I’ve done is swallow Hudson’s extremely delicious length. I shove two fingers inside myself, working myself open. As I get more and more into it, I let Hudson take over fucking my face while I try to open myself up enough for him.
When I think I’m stretched enough, I pop off his dick, take the condom from his hand and ease it down. After I check that it’s snug, I climb onto his lap, bringing him in for a kiss. Hudson grabs ahold of one ass cheek and with the other hand, shoves two thick fingers into my hole. Snatching my mouth away, I moan, grinding my hips back into him. “Fuck, baby. I need you,” I murmur.
“I need you too. Put me inside.”
I line my hips up with his cock and I slide down on him, the pinch and burn taking my breath away. It takes a minute to get used to his girth and Hudson doesn’t rush me. His hands grip my thighs tightly, his eyes clamped down as he takes long breaths.
Leaning forward, I kiss him gently, pushing my tongue past his lips so I can get a taste of him. Hudson opens up immediately, gliding one hand up to the back of my neck to hold me in place. Then I move.
Slowly, I raise my hips, loving the feel of Hudson’s cock dragging against my walls. When I lower myself, we both let out a moan. That’s how we make love. Slow, thorough, with our mouths connected. I wanted to see Hudson’s face, but I can’t break the spell of what’s going on between us right now.
With the hand that’s locked on my hip, Hudson guides me, thrusting up to match my rhythm. My cock is nestled between us, rubbing against my abs and his soft belly, getting friction from all sides.
“Hudson,” I murmur into his mouth, trading breaths with him as I try to keep ahold of my senses. He feels so fucking good, words can’t describe. Every thrust brushes my prostate and I love it, but I need more. “Fuck the cum out of me,” I beg.
He flips us over until he’s on top of me and I moan loudly at how his dick slips inside me deeper. Hudson’s hands go under my back and he grips my shoulders, fucking me hard. His mouth finds my neck and he kisses and sucks at me while pounding my hole hard enough to make my teeth clack together.
I moan Hudson’s name over and over, wrapping my legs around him. “Just like that. Hudson. Kiss me while I come.” His mouth crashes over mine and I come hard. Hudson fucks me through it, his cockhead bumping against my sensitive prostate.
“Your ass is so tight. I’m not gonna … last …” Hudson says and grunts, body shuddering over me as he orgasms.
He collapses on top of me, and I wrap my legs tighter around him, rubbing his back while I kiss his cheek. Hudson turns and captures my lips, kissing me slow and sweet.
We finally come up for air and Hudson smiles down at me. “We’re a mess.”
“I know, but I don’t want to move.” I know my legs will be jelly when I try to stand. My orgasm seemed like it took over my whole body, sapping all my energy with the strength of it.
“We can lay here for as long as you want.” Hudson kisses me on my cheeks, chin, forehead, nose, temples, lips. Planting kisses anywhere his lips reach, making me smile and want to nuzzle into him.
I shake my head and drop my legs from his waist. “No. Let’s shower. Then I want to hold you until we go to sleep.”
“You want to be the big spoon?” Hudson asks with a husky voice as he pulls his half-hard cock from me. I feel my ass trying to grip him to keep him inside and I am completely on board with that. He feels so good there.
“I love being the big spoon,” I say while Hudson helps me up. I stand with a wince. A bit of pain is the price I’m willing to pay to have a fat cock in me.
Our shower is quick, just us washing each other since I can tell from the droop in Hudson’s eyes that he’s tired. I feel myself being dragged down as well. I’m so at ease that my body is relaxed, wanting to nestle against my boyfriend.
Wow, my boyfriend! I still can’t believe it. I can’t believe he wants me like I want him. I knew Hudson had feelings for me, but I had no idea he was in as deep as I was. But I’m glad he is. I think this could last for a while.
I’ve never had an interest in anyone as quickly as I did with Hudson. Never had such an easy time getting to know someone and wanting to spend day and night with them. Even with my college boyfriend—the one I once thought I would spend the rest of my life with—I didn’t have this much ease being with him. I always felt like we were circling each other, waiting for the other to give in to what we wanted. It turned out terribly, with me being hurt because of his unwillingness to be with me out loud.
I don’t have that problem with Hudson. Ever since our first date, Hudson has wanted to be seen with me. He always holds my hand, kissing me either on my cheeks, forehead, or on the lips. He brought me to meet his friends. It’s meant so much to have this type of easygoing relationship—no stress, no wondering what he wants, no having to hide that we’re together.
This is the kind of relationship I’ve always wanted.
With the shower done, Hudson and I dry ourselves and crawl into bed naked. I don’t think either of us has any plans to fuck anymore tonight, but it’s nice to feel his skin against me.
But he doesn’t let me be the big spoon. “Not tonight,” he tells me softly, placing a soft kiss behind my ear. “I want to hold you in my arms tonight.”
Not hating that idea, I scoot closer to him, our bodies connecting in a gentle way. “I love you, Hudson,” I whisper, still not believing I’m uttering those words.
“And I love you, Callum. I’m so glad Rachel had the idea to set us up. I’ll have to buy her some flowers,” he says in a light voice, kissing me again.
Definitely agree with him there. Rachel hasn’t always paired me with the best candidates. She’s tried to help and I don’t hold it against her for wanting the best for me. To be honest, I didn’t hold out hope that Hudson wouldn’t be just like the others—not terrible, but not my type. Except my latest ex. He was just my type, but a cheating asshole.
But Hudson isn’t them. As soon as I saw him, I knew. I knew he was different, I knew he was meant to be in my life. This big, beautiful man that’s holding me tight and kissing me, whispering sweet words to me is all mine. We chose each other and I’m more than happy with my choice.
“Yeah, we’ll get my meddling friend some flowers. It’s about time she picked me a good one.”
As Hudson chuckles, I snuggle in closer to him and feel a smile tipping up my lips. Rachel can have whatever she wants for her matchmaking skills this time. Hell, she might even be the best woman at our wedding.