27. Hudson
Chapter 27
Hudson
A ster carries me up the stairs like I’m weightless. In his arms, it’s like nothing bad exists. There isn’t something evil and dangerous lurking in my attic, the world is full of love and sweetness, and this thing between us never has to end. That’s what I’ve convinced myself is true, at least for a little while longer.
In my bedroom, he lays me down on the bed, and as he gazes at me with a sexy smile on his face, my stomach flutters with impossible outcomes. I want to keep him, but does he want to keep me? He said he didn’t want to leave. Is that what Crash meant about us both wanting it?
Gently, I shake my head to make the thoughts scatter so I can focus on the moment. I don’t want to miss a single touch or brush of his lips on my skin.
“You’re like a dream,” Aster whispers. “So handsome, so kind, and you look so damn good waiting for my cock.”
A shiver rolls down my back, heading straight for my dick. “You make me feel renewed.”
“Good. Do you also feel desired? Because you are. So deeply desired.” He bends his head to nuzzle my cheek. “If we could, I’d spend days here in your bed, ignoring the world and everyone else in it but you and me.”
“I wish we could do that.”
He strokes my cheek. “Maybe if we wish hard enough, it’ll happen.”
“That’s a nice thought.”
“It is.” He drags his lips along the edge of my jaw. “Tell me what I can do to make you feel good.”
“Put your dick in me.”
Aster chuckles. “I’m going to.” He slides his hand down my torso and strokes my already very hard, very leaky cock. “Do you like missionary, doggie…? What’s your preference?”
“Whatever you want is my preference.”
“Mmm. You sure you want to hand it all over to me?”
I nod, lightly clawing at his shoulders. “Yep. I’m sure.”
Aster hooks his arm under my knee, pulling my leg up so he can grind our dicks together. It feels amazing, but not even close to enough to quelling the need building inside me. A little part of my brain is astonished I actually asked for this, but I’m positive it’s not a mistake. Not this. Maybe I should guard my heart a little more and make sure I keep my feelings out of it. He’s going to leave, he has to, but for right now, he’s mine.
Aster grips my chin, turning my head to the side, and I practically melt into the mattress as he nuzzles and sucks my neck.
“Leave a mark,” I whisper. “I want to see it tomorrow and the day after that. I want proof your lips were on me.”
Aster makes a growly noise before grazing his teeth over my flesh. He begins sucking, softly at first, then intensifying his focus. The sensation stings, but goose bumps dot my flesh as those pricks of pleasure ripple through me.
“Vampire,” I say, snickering slightly.
“I wish I was. Then I could drink your blood. I bet it’s as sweet as you are.”
“Why is that hot?”
Aster chuckles. “The eternal question.”
He lifts his head to meet my gaze before diving back in to crash our mouths together. His kiss is demanding and consuming, forcing me to give over everything I’ve got to meet his desire. As his tongue sweeps into my mouth, tangling with mine, he grinds our bodies together, creating hot, sticky friction that makes me so damn desperate for relief. The man knows what he’s doing.
“Do you have condoms, babe?” he whispers before nipping at my earlobe.
“Wha-what?”
“Condoms.”
“Oh no,” I moan. “I don’t.”
Aster huffs, rolling off me. “Okay. We need a second of clarity.”
“Pardon the interruption.”
I gasp, covering my dick with my hands as Crash appears at the foot of the bed.
“Seriously, Crash?” Aster complains. “We could use some privacy.”
“I promise I’m only here for good reasons. See? I’m not even looking.”
He has his back turned which I’m not sure even works when you’re a ghost, but okay.
“Just wanted to mention that you’re basically immune to infection or disease, Aster. It’s a perk. You can’t catch a cold or get cancer or anything in between. Fine print listed in the chapter on immunity.”
“Are you serious?”
“Very. You have to be healthy in this profession, and your increased immunity helps with the whole longevity business.”
“Why would that be in the fine print?”
Crash shrugs, peering over his shoulder. “Just for shits and giggles, I guess. You can bang freely.”
“Uh, thanks, but hey, if you weren’t watching, how did you know what we were talking about?”
Crash chuckles. “I said I wasn’t watching. I never said I wasn’t listening.”
He blips out of sight again, a hint of faint laughter trailing behind.
After a few seconds, Aster turns his head. “I guess that’s good news.”
I nod, biting my bottom lip. “I’ve never… Not without… It’s never been like that for me.”
Aster’s gaze softens and he reaches out to cup my cheek. “Same. If you’re not comfortable, we can do someth?—”
“I want this. I wanted it before I had this new information. Please.”
“You don’t have to ask me twice.” Aster rolls to his side, but I’m surprised when he wraps his arms around me and pulls me on top of him. “I want you to ride me. I want to see you get yourself off on my cock. I want you to come and I want to watch it happen.”
A shiver runs down my back but I nod, rubbing my ass against his erection. “You’re so damn sexy, Aster.”
He grabs his cock and nudges it into my crease. “Back at ya.”
I lean over to the nightstand and grab the lube bottle. Aster rubs my hips as he grinds his cock along my crease. I’m so excited my hands are shaking, but I manage to get the bottle open and pour some of the slick liquid into my hand.
Reaching behind me, I stroke Aster’s cock then tickle my hole with some of the lube. It’s gonna be a tight fit but the sting will remind me that I’m alive and well. Aster moans as he kneads my ass cheeks, pulling them open and nudging the head of his cock against my rim.
“I need to pace myself so I don’t blow the second I get inside you. I already know you’re going to feel like fucking paradise.”
“It’s been so long, Aster. Only my fingers and toys have been inside me.” I drag my fingernails down his chest. “And now you.”
“Fuck,” he moans, bucking his hips again.
My hole clenches in a futile attempt to pull him inside me. I rock my hips back and forth, constantly catching his thick tip until I grab his length and line him up.
As I slide down onto his shaft, my eyes roll back, and I’m left with my mouth gaping open, holding my breath, with my cock twitching and leaking streams of precum. The sting is close to unbearable, but equally delicious. Fuck, I have missed the feeling of another human being, a man , stretching me open as far as I can take it.
“Oh fuck,” Aster moans, digging his fingers into my hips. “Fuck, babe.”
I manage to get him completely in, and I still, adjusting to the intensity of sensation sparking across my skin. It hurts, but at the same time it feels incredible. There’s nothing else like it. No adequate replacement for a fat cock.
I open my eyes just enough to look down at Aster. His eyes are wide open, his lips parted, and if I had to name the expression on his face, I’d call it awe.
Once the stinging subsides and morphs into a pleasant fullness, I begin to move, back and forth, slowly at first, until I can’t hold myself back anymore. The sounds of skin slapping, heavy breaths, and muttered prayers to a nonexistent entity swirl around us, wrapping us up in our little world.
I ride Aster like my life depends on it, digging my nails into his chest. I’m sweating and my thighs are trembling, but nothing is going to stop me from chasing my orgasm.
“That’s right, gorgeous,” Aster moans. “Ride that dick. Get yourself off and cover me in your sweet cum.”
“Fuck,” I whimper, unable to say much else.
Aster keeps his hands on my hips, gently holding me in place and letting me truly let go. By the time the tension in my core is almost too much to handle, I’m bucking wildly. My balls draw up, and when I reach down to stroke myself, it takes less than three before my cock explodes in a fountain of cum.
I cry out Aster’s name, but he swallows it with a heated kiss as he wraps his arms around me and pulls me down to him. He slams his hips up to thrust inside me, hitting me at the perfect angle until I’m nothing but a boneless mess. My cock rallies, pulsing a second time, and I shout Aster’s name once more.
Aster’s grip around me tightens and he tenses, slamming into me with a few final thrusts as his cock pulses, stretching me just a little bit more until he exhales slowly, slightly releasing his grip on me, but making no other attempt to let me go.
We breathe heavily together, in perfect rhythm, and as much as I wish I could just enjoy the afterglow, my mind is a storm of chaos. How the fuck will I move on after Aster? I’ve never been fucked so well or felt so safe and desired during. High bar to set for a temporary lover.
My eyes well with tears, but it isn’t sadness I feel. It’s a hint of frustration that I know this won’t last, but mostly, it’s fucking pride. I did it. I finally moved on. Chester isn’t the last guy anymore. He was never worthy of me, but Aster is. He so is.
It takes me a few seconds to realize I’m trembling and Aster is rubbing my back, comforting me with soft whispers that I’m safe and it’s okay to let it out, and how honored he is to be with me.
The tears finally roll down my face, held in for far too long while I tried to ignore the pain and loneliness I’ve dealt with the past sixteen months. I bury my face in the crook of Aster’s neck, accepting his comforting touch, and for once, I’m not at all embarrassed by the assault of emotions I can’t contain any longer.
After a few minutes of crying, I lift my head to look down at the man saving my life as we speak. He brushes my tears away with his thumbs, gazing up at me like I hung the fucking moon.
“You’re so beautiful, Hudson,” he whispers. “I’ve never seen anything as pretty as you. Not a piece of art or exquisitely written prose or even a breathtaking sunset. Nothing compares to you.”
Another wave of emotion bubbles up, but this time I laugh instead of crying. “Your words are medicine. Your touch is a salve for my wounded soul. You have no idea what you just did for me.”
“I have a little idea.” He raises his head enough to kiss me. “I felt it. Felt… you. It was powerful.”
“It felt like that for you too?”
Aster nods. “You’re special, Hudson. I want to hate that no one saw it before and you were hurt so much, but I kind of can’t because I get to be the one to see it now. I can never hate that, no matter how we came together.”
“I was drowning, Aster. Drowning. And you showed up with a lifeline and dragged me into the boat. You see things in me that no one ever has. This was about more than sex for me.”
“I know.” His brow creases, and I brace myself for what he’s about to say, choosing to cut him off instead.
“You don’t have to say it back. I don’t need untrue words. Don’t lie to make me feel good.”
“I wasn’t going to. What I wanted to say is…” He shakes his head as if he’s hearing something I can’t. “I wanted this to be just sex between us. It’s easier that way. My life is complicated now.”
I nod, aware of the blossoming hope in my chest. “But?”
“But there’s no way. I…” He bites his bottom lip, clearly holding back.
“What is it, Aster? You can tell me anything.”
He shudders under me, sliding his hands down my back as he exhales slowly. “I have to be careful with the things I say. They have a different weight than what you’re used to.”
“What does that mean?”
Swallowing hard, he reaches up to brush his fingers across my cheek. “It means you can trust me. I won’t say things I don’t mean. I can but I won’t. Not to you.”
“Are you holding something back?”
He nods. “It’s for your own good. Just for now. We should deal with the issue we have first.”
“I’m scared of that,” I admit. “I’m scared that as soon as you get rid of the Horror you’ll leave. Fuck. I can’t believe I just said that out loud. After I promised not to be weird or clingy.”
“You’re neither of those things.” He puts his hand over my heart. “I feel you, Hudson. Inside. I hope you feel me too. I’ve never been in a situation like this, and I want to be careful. I want to do things right because if I fuck up…” He releases a shaky breath. “It’s bad. For both of us.”
“I know.”
“Can you try to trust me a little longer? I meant what I said earlier. Everything I do is for you. Everything.”
“I trust you, Aster. With my life.”
“Good.” He rises slightly to kiss me again. “We should get cleaned up. I don’t want to wait any longer to deal with this.”
I nod, but I’m unable to hold back my thoughts. “Can it wait a little longer? Can we lay here together and pretend this is the way it is? That no one and nothing is here but us. Then you can do whatever you need to do, but I need your arms around me a little bit longer.”
“Yeah.” He nods, brushing his thumb across my chin. “Yeah, we can do that.”