Chapter 20 #2
He pulls my hand away, chest heaving from just that small amount of attention. “The room’s soundproof. My grandparents wanted complete silence at night. No one can hear us.”
I grin wickedly and finish stripping, tossing my shorts in the same general direction as Hud’s. “Well, in that case… ”
I want to pick up where I left off, eager, excited, and determined to give my first-ever blow job. This is Hudson’s first one, too, I remind myself. I want this to be something he remembers forever.
Knowing what I enjoy, I start there. I settle on my stomach between his outstretched legs and wrap my hand around his beautiful cock.
It fits perfectly in my palm, thick and warm, with a long vein running up the underside and a slight upward curve.
His short blonde hair is neatly trimmed, showing off every inch he has to offer.
I tighten my grip, testing how much pressure feels good.
“Shiiiiiit,” he exhales. “I thought I was going to be doing the touching.”
“Plans change, baby,” I smirk, taking another small taste of his tip.
“Yeah, not complaining.”
“I’m going to do what I know feels good, but you’ve gotta tell me what you enjoy, and what you don’t. Okay?”
I give a tentative stroke, and his eyes roll back into his head, mouth going slack.
“Y-Yeah. Okay,” he stutters.
That vein is begging for attention, so I flatten my tongue and trace it from base to tip. When I reach the slit at the crown, I suck it into my mouth and swirl. Hudson gasps, so I do it again, then swallow more of him.
It’s a strange sensation at first, having a dick in my mouth. But knowing it’s Hudson’s only turns me on more.
“That feels—fuck. That feels amazing.”
I glance up and see him with his eyes squeezed shut, chest rising and falling fast. His grip on the comforter is so tight, his knuckles are white.
I suddenly want to know what it would feel like to have his hands in my hair.
“Grab my hair, Hud. Guide my pace.”
His hands shoot up, fingers weaving through my hair and gripping the roots.
My own eyes roll back at the zing of pain it sends through my scalp.
I moan around his shaft, giving him the confidence to start guiding my head up and down.
I hollow my cheeks and suck hard each time I reach the tip, then swirl my tongue as I go back down.
I gag when I take him deep, pulling a raspy moan from his chest.
“Fuck, yes… I’m already so fucking close.”
I keep working him over, but the ache in my own cock is becoming painful. I start grinding into the bed, chasing some kind of relief, until Hudson notices and tugs my head off his cock.
“Finish with me,” he pleads, dragging me toward him by my hair. I chuckle, breathless.
He drops his hands so I can move more freely, and I straddle his thighs as he shifts into a sitting position. Our cocks line up perfectly, and the contact makes my vision blur.
I hold my hand up to his mouth. “Spit,” I command.
Hudson keeps eye contact as he licks my palm, then lets a slow, glistening string of spit fall from his mouth.
Fuck, that was sexy.
I wrap my hand around our cocks, both groaning at the pressure and heat. I lean forward and let a strand of my own spit fall, then start stroking us together.
Hud’s hands settle on my hips, thumbs digging in just enough to sting. That bite of pain spurs me on, makes me stroke us harder, faster. I bring my free hand up, locking my fingers together at the base, tightening my grip to give us that extra bit of friction.
He starts to thrust up, rocking against me. I feel the tension coil in his thighs beneath mine, and I know he’s close. My own balls draw up, just seconds from falling over the edge.
“I’m close, baby. I need you to come with me,” I pant, sweat dripping from my brow. There’s a sheen of it on Hudson’s chest, too, catching the light like he’s spun from gold.
“I’m right there, Cull—oh shit, I’m gonna—”
He erupts, spurt after spurt of hot, white cum shooting from his tip. The sight alone is enough to send my own orgasm rocketing up my spine.
One more pump, and I’m coming, too. Our releases mix together in slick, messy splatters across our stomachs.
My sticky hands drop away, both of us panting heavily as we come down from our highs.
“We forgot our shoes,” Hudson croaks, his arm thrown over his eyes, chest rising and falling as he catches his breath.
“What?” I blink at him, confused, then glance down and laugh when I realize he’s right. We’re both still wearing our shoes. In our frantic rush to get naked, we missed the most obvious thing.
I collapse beside him on the bed, grinning. “You would notice that.”
“Kind of hard to curl your toes when you’ve got sneakers on,” he mumbles, cracking a smile. I snort another laugh, and he looks over at me, eyes shining with something softer than amusement.
I glance around the room for the first time and spot the clock on the wall. It’s only 11:30 a.m. Good. We’ve still got time before we need to head back down.
“We’ve got half an hour,” I state, turning back to him. “What do you want to do with the rest of it?”
Hudson glances down at his cum-splattered abs, then looks back up at me. “Wanna grab a shower together?”
I grin, heart racing again.
“Fuck yes, I do.”