Chapter 27 #2
I let my head drop into my arms and closed my eyes, letting him work me apart one knot at a time.
God, he was good at this. Too good. Every sweep of his hands down my back ended just a fraction lower than necessary, fingertips grazing the top of my ass, then sliding away again. Heat pooled low in my belly, slow but steady, until I was half-hard against the towel beneath me.
Too soon, the weight shifted off my back, and Hudson got to his feet. “There you go, big guy. Did I get all the knots out?”
Yeah, while causing another.
I rolled onto my back, the tent in the towel leaving no room for polite answers. I gestured at it. “You tell me. Got a massage to take care of that?”
His mouth curved, not sweet this time but wicked, the kind of smile that made my pulse kick.
“Why, Mr. Magnuson, that’s gonna cost you extra.”
“Name your price.”
“Hmm, how about we see how much you can afford after you get the special?”
“The special, huh? Show me then what’s so special about yours.”
In one smooth motion, he climbed back onto the bed, wedging himself between my thighs, the heat of him radiating through the thin towel still on his hips. He reached for an edge and slowly peeled back the cloth from my erection.
“Wow, Mr. Magnuson. I think this is going to cost you more than extra.” He wrapped his fingers around me, slow and teasing, dragging from base to tip until I was biting back a curse.
“I don’t care how much it costs.” To my sanity. To my pockets. To my heart. “Get it wet.”
“With pleasure.”
I completely believed him. The way he leaned down and took me into his mouth might have brought him more pleasure than me. His lashes lowered, and he hummed at the back of his throat. Inch by careful inch, he slipped my cock down his throat, lips stretched across the breadth of me.
I tangled my fingers in his hair, but Hudson pulled off my cock, grabbed my hands, and pushed them above my head. “Keep them there.”
“I want to touch you.”
“You can. When it’s your turn. Let me have my fun, please.”
I groaned—low, rough, and utterly helpless.
He trailed his lips up the length of my cock, kissed the head, then swallowed me down all at once.
I clenched my teeth to keep from reaching out, grabbing his head, and fucking the back of his throat.
He took his time—his sweet, torturous time—sucking me off, lots of spit, lots of tongue, and a whole lot of throat.
I seized the sheets on either side of my head, my abs crunching and my breathing shallow.
“Hud, please,” I begged. “Can’t take it anymore.”
He pulled off my cock, a trail of saliva maintaining the connection until it broke. “Don’t move. I want to try something different.”
I watched him impatiently as he snatched the lube from the bedside drawer, then coated a generous amount down my cock. A lot of lube. My feelings must have shown on my face because spots of bright pink appeared in his cheeks.
“Hey, you’ve been riding me a lot lately.” He slid his fingers back, getting himself lubed as well. “I’m a little sore.”
Fuck.
“I’m sorry. You know I’m just crazy about you, Hud, and it’s been so long.” I ran my hands up his thighs and squeezed. “You don’t have to. I can jack off just looking at you.”
“No, I got this.” He threw the lube onto the bed and kneeled between my legs. Leaning forward, he kissed me gently. “Do you trust me?”
I eyed him suspiciously. “Why?”
“Just answer the question.” The gleam in his eye made my stomach flutter. I hesitated a second longer than I probably should have, but he waited, telling me everything I needed to know.
Hudson wouldn’t cross my boundaries.
I cupped his face, pulled him back in for a kiss. “Yes, I trust you,” I said against his lips.
“Good.” Hudson caught hold of my thighs and practically shoved my knees up to my ear.
“What the fuck, Hud.” I tensed. It wasn’t that I wouldn’t maybe, sometime in the distant future, consider letting him top me, but I would expect us to talk about it first. I’d tried it, knew I hated it, and preferred not to be in that position, but maybe for him…
“I’d never cross your line, Matt,” he whispered, staring into my eyes.
And I believed him. The tension eased out of my body. “I trust you,” I repeated.
“Hold your legs back.”
For him, I did.
Hudson straddled the back of my thighs, shifting up until his ass was positioned over my groin. Reaching for my cock, he kept it steady and sat slowly. I felt every stretch of his rim adjusting to accommodate my girth.
“Fuck.” Air exploded from my lungs. No one else had ever put me in this position before. I was the top, but in a receiving, more submissive position, which gave Hudson more control.
Clutching my legs, keeping them airborne, Hudson rose and fell, riding my cock while his bobbed between us, smacking his stomach. Once he found his rhythm, he moved faster, his cheeks slapping mine each time he swung his ass down.
“Shit,” I grunted, biting my bottom lip. He was so fucking hot riding me like that, like he was the one in charge. He leaned forward, slamming his lips into mine, kissing me hard, stabbing his tongue into my mouth while grinding on my dick.
“You like that?” he whispered, hot puffs of air hitting my lips. “Like the way I fuck myself on your cock like this?”
“Fuck, yes. Fuck me just like that.”
And he was. Fucking himself and me at the same time. It was beautiful. And hot. The way he towered over me. Took ownership of my cock like it was his to do with as he pleased. And it reminded me why I told him four years ago that he would be a power bottom.
He released my thighs, balancing his arms on either side of me on the bed, and I locked my ankles behind him.
“Oh, fuck…” His voice cracked on the word, desperate, guttural, like he was tearing it out of his chest. He rolled his hips forward and back, impaling himself again and again, each drop of his ass against me sharper, wetter, hungrier.
The sound of him was wrecking me. His little gasps breaking into needy moans, the slap of his skin meeting mine, the slick slide of my cock inside him. He wasn’t holding anything back, not tonight. He wanted me to hear how good I was giving it to him. How good he was giving it to himself.
“God, Matt,” he panted. Sweat shone down his hard chest, dripping from his jaw onto me. “You’re so deep—I can’t—I can’t stop.” He tipped his head back, throat bared, mouth open as another moan tore out of him. “Dreamed so often of fucking myself on your cock like this.”
I couldn’t tear my eyes off him. Watching him fuck down onto me like he owned it, like I was just lucky to be the one underneath him, made my stomach knot and my balls draw up tight.
I gripped his hips, digging my fingers in, but it wasn’t to guide him.
Hell, he was guiding me. I was just along for the ride.
“You’re mine.” He slammed himself down harder, faster. “This cock, mine. You feel me, baby? Say it.”
“Yours,” I choked out, barely breathing, stars flashing behind my eyes. “Fuck, Hudson, I’m yours.”
He rewarded me by grinding deep, milking me with every flex of his muscles, and the cry he let out shredded me in the best way.
“Matt, oh, fuck, Matt!” His hands slapped against my chest, gripping, clawing, his rhythm frantic now, chasing it, dragging me there with him whether I wanted it or not. My whole body tensed, my toes curled, and heat built sharp and unbearable at the base of my spine.
“Oh—God—Hudson—” My shout broke apart as my release ripped through me, my cock jerking deep inside him. I arched up, driving as far into him as I could go, holding him against me while the orgasm wrung me out, hard and endless.
Hudson didn’t slow down. He rode me through it, through the clench and shudder, grinding down, wringing every last spasm out of me while his cock slapped slick between us. He leaned close, desperate, kissing me messily, moaning into my mouth.
Hudson finally pulled back, panting, his legs trembling as he pushed off my chest and lifted himself off my cock. My dick slipped free, my orgasm still throbbing through me, and he collapsed beside me on the bed, chest heaving.
For a moment, he lay there, his hand working furiously over his cock, face twisted with need. Then he turned, grabbed my wrist, and dragged me toward him. His eyes were wild, blown black.
“Eat me out,” he said. “Please, Matt. Want your tongue inside me.”
Fuck. My body answered before my brain could catch up.
I shoved myself down between his legs, spreading them open, tilting his hips up so his ass was in the air, and dove in.
The taste of lube and cum coated my tongue as I licked over his rim, teasing first, then flattening my tongue and pushing inside the gaping hole my cock had left behind.
“Fuck, yes,” Hudson gasped, digging his fingers into my hair and gripping me tight. “Just like that. Oh my God, don’t stop. Love it when you fuck me with your tongue.”
I tongued him open, licking into him, then slicked my fingers with spit and eased two inside, curling them while I sucked his hole. He jerked up off the bed, keening, stroking himself harder.
“Matt, Matt, fuck. I’m gonna—” His words broke off into a strangled cry as I pushed in a third finger, rubbing his sweet spot while I pressed my tongue against his taint. He grunted, arching his back, and spilled across his stomach in hot, thick ropes.
I pulled my fingers free and crawled up his body. His chest rose and fell like he’d run a race, eyes still glazed from release. Without hesitation, I bent down and licked the mess off his stomach, slow and deliberate, tasting every drop of him while he whimpered and clutched my hair.
When I lifted my head, his lips were parted, his face wrecked, and he looked at me like I’d just given him the world.
“That was… fucking insane,” he whispered, breathless, tugging me down into a kiss that was all tongue and heat with a promise of forever.
“Where did you learn how to do that?” I whispered against his lips, my stomach clenching at the idea of Hudson fucking himself on another man like that.
“Don’t be jealous. I’ve never done that with anyone.”
“Did you invent a new sex position, then?”
He laughed, pulling me down on top of him and wrapping his arms around my shoulders. I kissed his neck, sinking comfortably into him. Being with Hudson was always easy. It was as natural as breathing.
“I’d love to say I did, but nope. The position is a little something I saw during my porn days but never tried it before now.”
“One day you’re gonna have to show me those videos you made.”
“Fuck, no. I wasn’t kidding when I said they were bad. I wasn’t very good at it. Had no idea why until I met you. You were right. I much prefer being your power bottom.”
I kissed his collarbone. “Hey, you were so good at it, you made me feel like I was the bottom.”
“You liked it, though, right?”
“Loved it. Nothing like seeing your man take control when he needs to. But don’t complain if you wake up in the middle of the night with your ankles up to your ears just so I can remember I’m the top in this relationship.”
Chuckling, Hudson squeezed me to him, holding me tight against him. “I was that good, huh?”
“You were amazing, Huddlebug.”
“Hmm.” He made a contented sound at the back of his throat. “Matt.”
“Hmm?”
“I love you.”
I smiled, kissed his chest, and whispered, “I know.”