Chapter 17 HUDSON #2
He smirked, eyes dark with intent, fingers stroking gently over my rim. Featherlight. Teasing. I arched toward him with a needy gasp I didn’t mean to let out.
“Don’t sell yourself short,” he murmured. “You don’t know how precious this is to me, do you?”
His fingers circled, slow and reverent, tracing the shape of me like I was something sacred. Like I wasn’t a man with history and mistakes and shame buried under my skin. But something beautiful. Worth worshipping.
“You keep this hole only for me,” he said, voice gravel and silk, “and I promise you, I’ll treat it like a gold fountain. But you break my trust again—”
He didn’t need to finish the threat. The edge in his voice was enough. It wasn’t cruel. It wasn’t even angry. It was heartbreak waiting to happen, and we both knew it.
Matty lowered his head, and I felt his breath before his lips. Warm, soft, steady.
He kissed my hole like it was a promise.
Like it was something rare and shining, something not to be taken for granted.
I shuddered, legs twitching around his shoulders as his tongue followed the path of his kiss, wet and deliberate.
He licked me with slow, reverent strokes, spreading me open with his thumbs like he was preparing me for something life-changing.
“Oh my God,” I gasped, gripping the sheets, lifting my back off the mattress. “Matt…”
He hummed against me, sending vibrations up my spine, dipping his tongue in shallow and gentle, then pulling back, teasing me. His finger joined the play, slow and slick, easing inside with care.
“You’re so soft here,” he said against my skin, his voice reverent. “Like velvet. Hot and tight and mine.”
Another finger joined the first, stretching me open while his mouth never left me, kissing around the edges like it was something to be treasured. And maybe I was starting to believe I could be.
“Matt,” I whimpered, hips twitching. “Please.”
He lifted his head to meet my eyes. “Tell me what you need.”
“You. Now. Please—just—”
“Where’s the lube?”
“Top drawer.”
He took out a condom too and returned to me, ripping the foil. I swallowed the words I wanted to say. That the condom wasn’t necessary. That I hadn’t slept with anyone since we’d become serious. Not after we broke up. Not once during my marriage to Heather.
Afraid he wouldn’t believe me, I kept my mouth shut. Better a test result to tell him all I already knew. Then he would have no doubt.
Matty lubed his fingers, then slicked his cock with a slow, focused stroke. His gaze never left me, even as he stood at the edge of the bed, towering and bare and beautiful, his chest rising with each breath like he was holding back something feral.
“On your knees for me,” he said, voice low.
I rolled over and got on all fours, presenting myself for him, every inch of me flushed and aching as I rubbed my fingers over my hole. His breath caught as he took me in like this, open, ready, waiting, slapping my hole hard.
“Christ, Hudson. You look desperate for my cock.”
“Because I am.”
His hands came to my hips, strong and steady, pulling my torso upright so his chest was against my back and the rapid beat of his heart pulsed against me. His fingers dug into the skin at my hips as he held me firm and lined his cock up against my entrance.
“You okay?” he whispered against the shell of my ear.
“Yeah.” I turned my head and kissed him, licking inside his mouth. “Want you. Want all of you.”
The first push past my rim made me cry out, not so much from the brief moment of discomfort, but from the sheer stretch of him, the reminder of what we used to be. Of what he still made me feel. He slid in slow, careful, giving me time to adjust to the breadth of him.
“Jesus, Hud,” he groaned, holding still, buried deep. “Every time I tell myself it’s my imagination making me think it was really this good, you prove me wrong. You feel so fucking good.”
I dropped my head back against his shoulder, trying to breathe around the tightness in my chest. My body trembled, stretched around him, my cock hanging hard and untouched as I pushed back against him.
“Move. Please, Matty.”
He pulled back and drove in again, deep and slow, rocking his hips into mine with precision that made me moan with every thrust. He didn’t just fuck me. He held me through it, wrapped an arm around my chest, and braced his weight behind me like I was his to protect, even while he unraveled me.
“Fuck, Hudson.” His teeth scraped my neck. “I’m jealous of anyone who got to see you like this. Look at that gorgeous body. All hard and soft at the same time. Can’t wait to be inside you raw again.”
My knees nearly buckled under me. He grabbed my thighs and yanked me to the floor, positioning me to stand bent over, braced against the edge of the bed, legs wide. I clung to the sheets, forehead pressed to the mattress as he lined back up and thrust inside me again, deeper this time, harder.
“Matt,” I whimpered, my body tingling from the roots of my hair to the tips of my toes. “Jesus, Matt.”
“You love that, don’t you?” He ran his hands down my back and to my ass, spreading my cheeks. “Fuck, look at the way you stretch around my dick.”
“I can barely take your dick. It’s so fucking thick.”
“But you like it.”
“I fucking love it.”
“Then take it. Take all of it.”
Slap! Slap!
The sound of skin striking skin echoed off the walls, raw and wet and carnal. Each time Matty’s hips met my ass, it was a sharp smack, the air splitting with the force of it, followed by the obscene, slick noise of my hole sucking him back in, greedy and unashamed.
Squelch. Slap. Squelch.
God, I could hear myself. Every time he pulled out to the tip, the stretch and give of my rim made a wet pop that had my toes curling. I moaned, half embarrassed, half desperate.
“Yes, yes, just like that, Matt. Show me who owns that fuckhole.”
He didn’t slow. Took the challenge. Snapped his hips forward, fast and hard, rutting into me like he couldn’t get deep enough. Like the place he belonged was buried right there, pressed against the part of me that fluttered around him, begging not to be empty.
The bed creaked under us. My back ached from being bent over, but I didn’t care. Not when Matty was behind me like that, gripping my hips hard enough to bruise, sweat dripping from his neck onto my skin.
The scent of him was all around me: clean sweat, salt, the faint whiff of shampoo. And under it, the unique musk of our sex. His skin against mine, our bodies grinding slick and desperate as I threw my ass back into each thrust.
“Listen to that greedy fuckhole,” he rasped behind me. “So hungry tonight.”
He gave a short thrust that made the filthiest sound spill from me. Like suction. Like my hole didn’t want to let him go. I groaned, pressing my face into the bedspread to muffle my cries.
“F-fuck, Matt.”
“You love that, huh?” He pulled out to the rim again, dragging slow, teasing circles with his hips. “The way she sings when I fuck her open?”
I couldn’t answer. My breath was a stuttering mess. But my body gave him the truth, arching back, begging, clenching around the tip of him like he was already part of me.
He slammed back in.
“Oh God!”
My toes curled, and my eyes rolled back as I rubbed harder at my cock, feeling every brutal, perfect thrust shake through my spine. My breath hitched on every push, and my voice broke with guttural, helpless sounds I couldn’t hold back.
“Matt—fuck—don’t stop,” I sobbed, moving my hand faster over my slick shaft, chasing that sharp, unbearable edge. Every slam of his hips against me made my hole spasm around him, made my body beg for release before my mind caught up.
My entire body locked up and trembled as my orgasm tore through me. My knees buckled under me, but Matty’s grip on my hips kept me upright, kept me open for him as he pushed into the contracting ring of muscles.
Hot pulses shot from me in thick ropes, splattering across the floor, the bed sheets, and my hand. I gasped, shaking, my voice breaking as I let out a breathless moan that sounded too much like his name.
I collapsed onto my forearms, muscles trembling, hole clenching erratically around his cock. “F—fuck… oh God, Matt.”
“Yeah?” His voice was ragged, a low growl close to my ear. “Still with me?”
I could only nod, still shuddering as he slowed for a heartbeat, then slammed in again. He wasn’t done.
“Good.” He gripped my hips tighter. “Don’t you dare close up on me now. I’m not finished.”
He drove into me harder, faster, chasing his own peak. I stretched across the sheets, twisted my torso to look back at him, biting my lip. Fuck, he was gorgeous the way he stared at himself grinding into me. I lightly raked my fingers down his chest, over his tight nipples.
His body was amazing.
“Get it, Matt,” I whispered. “You fuck that ass just like that. Fucking ruin it.”
His pace turned erratic, hips jerking as his groan deepened into something guttural.
“Hudson,” he rasped. “So fucking beautiful—”
He buried himself to the hilt inside me, grinding as his whole body shuddered. Then he pulled out so sharply that I gasped from the sudden loss of him. He ripped the condom off, hand shaking.
“Turn around and open up. Don’t let it go to waste.”
On shaky legs, I went down on my knees before him and opened my mouth as he exploded with a strangled groan. Hot, thick spurts landed across my tongue, my lips, my chin. I held his gaze as I swallowed what I could, letting the rest drip down my jaw while his thighs trembled on either side of me.
His hand cradled the back of my head, not pushing—just there. Holding. Anchoring. His breaths came in harsh bursts, chest rising and falling like he’d run miles, not made love.
“Christ, Hud…” He thumbed a smear from my bottom lip. “You’re gonna ruin me.”
I let out a weak laugh, licking the taste of him from the corner of my mouth. “Little late for that, isn’t it?”
Matty dropped to his knees in front of me and pressed his forehead against mine. Still catching his breath, still holding me like I was something he couldn’t bear to let go of.
“Yeah,” he murmured. “It is.”
We stayed there for however long, tangled in sweat and cum and everything we didn’t say. Then he kissed me, slow, soft. Like forgiveness. Like a promise.
Like home.
“I love you,” I whispered, brushing my lips over his.
The words felt small for everything they carried.
I’d loved him back then too—God, so much—but I hadn’t said it. Hadn’t known how. Hadn’t believed I deserved to. I’d let him walk away with those words echoing behind him, unanswered.
But not anymore.
This time, I’d say it as many times as he needed.
This time, I’d make sure he never had to wonder.
“Say it again,” Matty murmured against my mouth.
So I did.
“I love you.”
Again.
“I love you.”
And again.
Until he believed it.