Chapter 21
Twenty-One
Hudson
I walk into the attached bath like a newborn baby deer, Cull right on my heels. “My legs are shot,” I divulge, turning on the three shower heads in the massive stone shower.
“Yeah, great orgasms will do that.” He shoots me a smirk before his eyes widen. “Holy hell, this place keeps getting better and better.” He sprints into the warm shower, throws his arms out and spins around under the cascading water. “It’s so big my arms don't touch the walls.”
“You’re such a little kid,” I laugh.
He reaches out of the water and drags me in with him. “I don’t know. We just did some very adult things in the bedroom.”
He grabs my ass and pulls me closer until there isn’t an inch between us, his cock hardening against my hip while mine never really softened.
Kudos to a short refractory period.
“Want to do more adult things?” I ask teasingly.
“Mmm, what do you have in mind?”
“This shower has a lot of cool features.” I nip at his lips, guiding him by the hips backwards. “Three rainfall shower heads, digital controls and…” the backs of his knees hit my intended target and he sits. “There’s a bench.”
I drop to my knees in front of him, running my hands down his thighs and spreading his legs.
His dick is standing at attention, still glistening with droplets from the release we just shared.
Feeling brave, I lean forward and swipe my tongue over the tip of his cock.
His breathing picks up and his pupils are blown wide with desire.
“I want to try something with you. Trust me?”
“With my life,” he rasps without hesitation.
“Same thing goes. Tell me what feels good and what doesn’t, okay?”
He nods. Then leans back against the slate shower wall.
I take a moment to calm myself before grasping his cock and giving it a stroke. Cullen groans, his dick thickening in my fist. I love the way he feels in my hand. He’s about the same length as me but a little thicker, and his soft, swollen tip is perfectly shaped.
He’s gorgeous.
I lean in and lick him again, savoring the tangy taste of his pre-cum before sliding down his entire length. His cock nudges the back of my throat as I take him to the hilt.
Wow, look at that. No gag reflex. Go me.
Cullen is muttering all kinds of nonsense, but I pick out “fucking amazing” and “it’s never felt this good before.” He’s not telling me he hates it, so I mentally high-five myself.
I skim down his shaft, letting my instincts drive my movements.
My lips are sucking and caressing as I make my way to his clean-shaven balls, stopping to take long licks along the way.
I take one heavy ball into my mouth then grab his leg, putting it over my shoulder.
He groans, the sound going right to my cock.
“Wh-what are you doing?”
“Research,” I grin.
I continue my descent to the sensitive spot just above his crack. I flatten my tongue and lick a slow stripe from the beginning of his ass to the underside of his balls, stopping to suck on the sensitive skin.
“Ohhhh fuuuuck,” he moans, low and guttural.
I lean back and put my middle finger in my mouth, wetting it for what I have planned next.
“You ready?”
His eyelids flutter as he gazes down at me. “Ready for what?”
I circle his rim, teasing his opening. He breathes deep, a little fear across his face.
My finger stills. “I won’t do this if you don’t want me to. But if you let me, I promise I'll make it feel amazing.”
He swallows hard, then blows out a breath. “Go for it.”
I smile then give a slow push. He’s tight and warm, my finger meeting slight resistance.
“Is this okay?” I ask once I get to my first knuckle.
“It’s different but not bad. You can keep going.”
To make sure he’s wet enough, I lean forward and spit on his hole, earning me a sexy as fuck moan. I slowly press further, careful not to hurt him, until my entire finger has disappeared. I grasp his cock with my free hand and give it a steady pump, not wanting to overwhelm him too quickly.
“Shit, Hud.” His fingers curl tight around the edge of the stone bench, bracing himself. His chest is heaving, hair dripping, and when his head falls back with a groan, it echoes off the tile like a prayer.
Eager to drive him further, I time my pumps with the push and pull of my finger. His ass clenches and his string of disjointed sentences continues.
Cullen is a drug, and I’m going to love getting high on him.
I ease my finger in again, deeper this time, curled slightly as I feel around. The texture shifts.
There you are, my little magical friend.
I caress, then press on the firm but ridged spot.
Cullen jerks upright with a choked, strangled sound. “Holy FUCK!”
His whole body locks up, back arched, thighs trembling as he bears down, unintentionally driving me deeper, harder into the spot I just found.
He groans like I’ve hit a live wire.
I chuckle and slow down. “Need me to stop?”
“Don’t you fucking dare.” It comes out more plea than threat, breathless and wrecked.
I don’t stop. I shift just enough to keep him there, right on the edge.
“Scoot down a couple inches, babe.”
He does, thigh muscles flexing against my shoulder as he adjusts. The angle shifts—deeper, perfect—and he gasps.
I slide my hand out and lick my ring finger, eyes locked on his. I bring both digits back to his entrance. “Breathe for me, Cull.” He inhales shakily, lips parted, chest rising fast. I ease both fingers in, feeling him stretch around me.
“Shit. I’m not gonna last much longer.” He’s panting now, jaw slack, eyes glassy and fixed on the spot where my fingers disappear into him. The way he watches me isn’t just desperate. It’s hungry, raw, unfiltered.
I flash him a devious grin then go in for the triple whammy. Both hands are working him over, one hand jacking him, the other massaging his prostate. I dip my head and tease the crease of his ass with my tongue before giving his balls and taint all my attention.
“Oh, shit, Hud… fuck, fu—”
He pulses hard in my hand. I move like lightning, taking him deep in my mouth. His cum hits the back of my throat, thick and hot. I drink every drop greedily, wanting to own every last piece of his pleasure.
Cullen moans deep and full-bodied. His frame locks tight as the orgasm rolls through him, his hips twitching while I keep working him from below.
“Too much… too much,” he cries out, pushing at my hand that is deep in his tight hole.
I release his softening cock from my mouth and still my fingers inside him. I lick my lips, savoring the salty taste left behind. Sitting back on my knees, I smile, proud of myself for wrecking the sexy-as-sin man before me.
“Hold still for me.”
He stops moving, leaning into the wall, muscles slackening. I ease my fingers out, my eyes watching for any sign of discomfort. He gives only a small wince, relief flooding me that I didn’t hurt him.
“What the hell was that?” he asks, breathless and wide eyed.
“That, babe, was a prostate massage.”
He blinks like I just spoke a foreign language. “No shit, I know my own anatomy. I’m just wondering why men aren’t talking about how fucking good that feels? Why isn’t this being shouted from the rooftops?”
I laugh and stand, offering him a hand. “It has a gay stigma,” I state with a shrug. “Like people think it makes you less of a man, or automatically gay if you let someone, even a chick, play with your ass.”
“That’s bullshit. Pegging is a thing, right?” His face is incredulous as he gets to his feet. “I’m starting a petition that every man—gay, straight, or undecided—has to try it. That shit was mind-altering. I swear I saw Heaven’s gates.”
I chuckle and step under the hot spray. “Not bad for my first time, huh?”
“I’ve never felt anything that good before. Well, except for our first kiss. Nothing will ever top that.”
He joins me beneath the water, helping rinse sweat and cum from the last half hour off my body. “You’re still hard,” he growls in my ear, his soaped-up hand grabbing my—
“HUDSON!”
We jump apart, my heart skipping when Hadley’s voice blasts off the shower walls.
“What the hell?” Cull asks, panicked and looking for my sister in the bathroom.
“It’s the intercom,” I explain, my heart dropping back to normal levels. “Can’t hear knocks on the door of a soundproof room, so they had this installed.” I walk over to the digital screen on the wall and hit the call button.
“What do you want, Hadley?”
“We’re all sick of waiting. Are we going down to the lake or not?”
“What’s stopping you?”
“Uh, you’re the only one who knows how to drive the boat.”
Oh, yeah. I forgot I promised we could take my grandparents’ pontoon boat out first thing when we got here.
“Fine. Give me a few minutes, and I’ll be down.”
She doesn’t answer, which is fine by me. Nothing kills a boner faster than hearing your sister’s voice in the shower. “That was a mood killer,” I sigh.
“No shit. I’m all done anyway, so I’ll go on down.”
He leans in, gives me a quick, soft kiss, and then steps out of the shower. “Thanks for the good morning, Hud.”
I give him a wink, and he exits the bathroom.
This is one hell of a start to spring break.