Chapter 23 MATTY #2
By the time I reached the small of his back, his moans had gone quieter but heavier, dragging out of him like he didn’t want to let them go. I opened my mouth over the dip of his lower back, tasting salt and heat, smoothing my hands over his sides to keep him still.
He had a generous ass. Thick and full, with fine hairs running in a thin, sleek line down his crack. My palms sank into that firm muscle, feeling the flex and give under my hands. He sucked in a sharp breath when I spread him open, baring his sweet, pink hole to my eyes.
I leaned in, let my breath ghost over it, and watched the muscles flutter, his glutes clenching in instinctive reaction.
“Tell me what you want,” I murmured, holding him open with my thumbs.
“I want you to…” His voice cracked as if the words were heavy. His fingers flexed in the pillow beneath him. “Matt, I want you to lick me open. Slow at first. Make me feel it everywhere. I want you to tongue-fuck my ass until I can’t think straight, until I’m begging you to let me come.”
“Your wish is my command.” I pressed an openmouthed kiss between his cheeks, slow, deliberate, and his answering sound was a shaky whimper that made my cock ache.
I alternated between teasing him with the tip of my tongue and pressing deeper, spreading him wider to get exactly where I wanted. The sounds coming out of him, soft, desperate, each one climbing higher, spurred me on.
“Matt…” His voice broke on my name when I slid two fingers in alongside my tongue, working him open with nothing but saliva in a rhythm that had him writhing.
I switched pace, long, languid licks one moment, fast and focused the next, until his breathing turned ragged, the moans tumbling out without restraint.
Every shift of my hand, every flick of my tongue was met with a twitch of his hips, his thighs trembling, his fingers curling into the bedding.
Hudson pushed up, chest still down, but on his knees now, his ass high.
He reached back, grabbed both cheeks, and spread himself wide like he was offering me the only thing in the world worth taking.
“Come on, Matt.” He looked over his shoulder. “Get your tongue in me. You know you can’t get enough.”
I gripped his hips and dragged him back to my mouth, sealing over him with a wet suck that made him moan loud enough to echo inside the tent. The sounds were obscene—slurps, smacks, the slick slide of my tongue pushing past that tight ring.
“Fuck, yes. Just like that,” he groaned, rocking back against me in greedy little rolls, chasing every lick. “Deeper. I want you deeper.”
I alternated between spearing my tongue into him and pressing openmouthed kisses down his crack, each one loud and filthy, the wet smack of my mouth punctuating his panting. His hips shuddered, his grip on himself tightening as he held himself wide for me.
“Oh God.” The fabric of the tent soaked up his loud cries, and I understood well why he hadn’t wanted us to stay at the ranch house. He was practically screaming.
I delved my tongue deep one last time, then pulled back, slicked my fingers through my spit, and pressed the first one against him.
“Oh, fuck yes,” Hudson groaned, rocking back to take it, his thighs quivering. “More. Give me more, Matt.”
I slid the second finger in slowly, savoring the way his tight heat stretched around me. His whole body flexed, greedy for every inch, and when I curled my fingers just right, his breath hitched hard.
“Jesus—Matty—” His voice broke into a whimper, and I didn’t give him a chance to catch it. I lowered myself beneath him, guided his cock into my mouth, and tugged him down so he buried himself to the back of my throat.
He nearly lost it right there. His hips jerked between my hand and my mouth. He was still holding his cheeks apart to keep himself open for me. “Fuck, you’re gonna—oh my God—”
I pumped my fingers deep, flicking my tongue against the underside of his cock as I sucked. He snapped his hips forward, fucking my mouth. The sound of slick, wet pulls mixed with the low, desperate grunts tearing out of his throat.
“Fuck!” A hoarse cry ripped from him as shudders racked his body.
He spilled hot and fast, grinding his hips and fucking his cum down my throat.
I swallowed every drop, keeping my fingers moving against his prostate until he collapsed forward onto the bedding, shaking and gasping, his ass still twitching around my touch.
Slowly, I released him from my mouth and eased my fingers free.
Only then did I acknowledge the fire burning low in my gut, demanding its turn.
My jeans felt too tight, too heavy, so I shoved them down to my knees, underwear going with them in one impatient tug.
My cock slapped up against my stomach, already slick at the tip.
I wanted to sink into him so badly it hurt, but the lube was still in the damn bag outside, and I couldn’t tear myself away from him for a second. Not when I wasn’t going to last more than a minute.
So I spat thickly on his hole, the saliva glistening as it slid down between his cheeks. My fingers followed, pressing inside him again, twisting deep, keeping him open while I wrapped my other hand around my cock and stroked.
“Spread yourself for me,” I rasped, my voice low and frayed. “Let me see that perfect gape.”
Hudson didn’t hesitate. He spread his legs wider, reached back, and grabbed his cheeks in both hands, baring himself wide for me. His breath hitched as I pushed my fingers rougher. I groaned like my cock was inside him.
“God, Hud… your ass is fucking perfect.”
“Come inside me,” he panted. “Come inside me, Matty. Please.”
I’d meant to finish on him—paint his skin, watch it drip between those gorgeous cheeks into his hole—but the way he was begging, the way his voice cracked around it, shredded my control.
The first hot spurt landed on his lower back, and then I lost it. My hips surged forward without thinking. The blunt head of my cock breached him just enough to bury a few inches inside that tight heat.
“Fuck—Hud—” My whole body shuddered as I came, gripping his hips like I’d fall apart without him, every pulse of release wringing another broken groan from me. And still it wasn’t enough. I snapped my hips forward, and he cried out sharply as I buried myself deep inside him.
“Fuck, I’m sorry.” I fell onto his back, my hips out of control as I thrust hard once…twice, grinding, gyrating against his ass, burying my seed as far inside him as it could go.
Shaking and panting, I went still as the last tremor eased out of me.
“Hud.” I grabbed his hands, and he gripped mine. “You all right?” I kissed the back of his neck. “I’m sorry. Didn’t mean to fuck you like that, or I’d have gotten the lube.”
“You were great.” He brought my hand to his mouth and kissed it. “I loved how you lost control there at the end. So fucking hot. Think I came again.”
“Brace yourself. I’m gonna pull out.”
He hissed when I eased free, his ass clenching like it wanted to keep me. I slid my palms over those thick cheeks, spreading him open again, and my breath caught. His hole was puffed, flushed, still twitching with aftershocks.
I bent down and pressed a slow, reverent kiss to it. “Poor baby,” I murmured. “I’m not even done with you tonight.”
Hudson glanced over his shoulder, eyes hazy but sly. “Know what will make it better?”
I shook my head, chuckling. “What?”
“Lie down.”
I shifted onto my back, knowing exactly what he wanted. He followed me down, leaning in for a kiss first, soft, lingering, brushing his fingers over my jaw. “I love you so fucking much,” he whispered.
“You’d better.” I smirked. “I don’t let just anyone use my face as a chair.”
His grin curved, slow and wicked. “You know exactly how to make a man feel extra special.”
He braced his hands on either side of my head and lowered himself, settling over me until his ass was just above my mouth. I gripped his hips and guided him down, parting him until his hole was right where I wanted it.
“God,” he groaned. “This may take a while. You really got it all the way up in there.”
“I’m not complaining.” I planted a loving kiss right on him. I kept kissing, slow and adoring, stroking the swell of his cheeks as his breathing deepened, the heat between us thick and unhurried.
And that was exactly how I planned to end the night, with him spread over me, open and mine, until neither of us could take any more.