Chapter 25
Twenty-Five
Hudson
“I love you.”
The words replay on a loop in my head as I stare at Cullen, dumbfounded.
“You love me?”
“Yeah, Hud. I do.”
That dimple I love so much pops with his smile, and the urge to kiss it overwhelms me. I lean in, lips brushing over it. Cullen’s hands slide to the back of my neck, pulling me in deeper.
I get lost in the sensation. The only things I’m aware of are the rain pelting my windows and Cullen’s lips moving against mine. This is one of those moments I wish could stretch forever and never change.
But all good things never last long enough. Cullen pulls away, resting his forehead against mine. “I think some part of me has always been in love with you. I’m sorry it took me so long to realize it.”
I press another kiss to his lips, softer this time, before whispering my truth. “I’ve loved you since that day I pulled you out of the river.”
His eyes search mine, something shifting behind them. “We were thirteen…”
I nod. It’s been a torturous five years, especially when he started dating Hadley. I wasn’t going to ruin his happiness with my fantasies.
“I’m sorry,” he says, voice thick.
“Don’t apologize. You didn’t do anything wrong. I was happy just being your best friend, and I’d already accepted that’s all I’d ever be,” I admit softly.
“I imagined being the best man at your wedding, your kids calling me Uncle Hud…” I shrug. “We’d always be us. I would’ve taken that over losing you completely.”
The sadness that flashes across his face guts me, but it’s the truth. I had to make peace with my feelings a long time ago.
“Would you have ever come out to me?”
“I don’t know. I always told myself you were the only guy worth coming out for. Maybe that would’ve changed eventually, but I know I never could’ve given my heart fully to anyone else. You’ve always had the biggest piece of it.”
Cullen cups my face and kisses me hard enough to steal the air from my lungs. “I love you. I love you. I love you,” he whispers between kisses.
Heat pools low in my stomach, simmering into a full burn as his lips trail down my jaw. My hands roam on instinct, tugging his shirt over his head, our clothes landing all over the Bronco.
“I want to feel you inside me,” I whisper against his mouth.
His grin is wicked, green eyes sparking with desire. “Are you sure? We don’t have to rush.”
“I’ve waited long enough,” I tease, my voice excited but rough. “Now shut up and fuck me.”
He growls, dragging me onto his lap, both hands gripping my hips as I straddle him. I start to grind against him, already so hard it hurts. I gasp as he wraps one large hand around both our cocks and strokes, slow and tight.
“I guess it’s a good thing I came prepared.” His husky voice sends shivers down my spine. He nods toward the grocery bag beside us. I reach over and rummage through it, pulling out the last two items.
“So that’s what that loud thunk was,” I chuckle, holding up the bottle of lube and the pack of condoms.
He just shrugs, that wicked smile firmly in place. “You said we needed lube at the lake. I just wanted to make sure we were never caught unprepared again.”
I open the bottle and drizzle lube over the heads of our cocks, watching as Cullen rotates his fist, spreading it in slow, perfect circles.
My breath hitches, the sensation making my eyes roll into the back of my head.
My hips jut without my permission, chasing the delicious sensation Cull is pulling from me.
“Fuck, lube makes everything so much better.”
“Hell yes,” he agrees breathlessly.
I capture his lips again while he jacks us languidly, enough to keep me rock solid but not forceful enough to make me want to lose it just yet.
“We need more room,” he mutters on a shaky breath.
I reach behind him and pop the seat lever. The backseat instantly folds in on itself, giving us ample room to maneuver.
“SUVs are great,” I tease.
“Wanna know what’s really great?” I don’t even get to reply before Cull has me on my back, him hovering over top of me, a self-satisfied smirk on his face. “You under me, writhing and moaning while I pull every ounce of pleasure from your body.”
Holy fucking shit balls. Yes. To all of that.
He kisses his way from my neck down my torso, stopping at my nipple, dragging a slow, generous lick across it. Goosebumps erupt across my body, my dick so hard it hurts.
He keeps moving, tongue tracing the dark-blonde trail of hair below my belly button before licking the underside of my cockhead. He sucks me down in one go, lube be damned, my back arching so hard I swear I’m being possessed.
“Oh fuck, babe. Just like that,” I gasp out.
Cullen sucks my dick like it’s his favorite flavored popsicle, having already learned what makes me see stars. He tastes his way back up my shaft, sucking hard when he reaches my tip. My fingers grip his soft hair like a lifeline, my hips bucking before I can stop them.
He slides off my cock and kisses my hip bone. “Can’t have you coming just yet,” he smirks, lips brushing my skin.
I groan, frustrated and grateful all at once.
Cullen dives back in, but this time takes a ball into his mouth, lavishing it with his tongue. He slides down further, licking a strip from my ass all the way up my taint, my dick jerking from how good it feels. I squeeze my eyes tight in an effort not to come, like, well… a virgin.
I hear the snick of the lube bottle, so I crack an eye to watch Cullen coat his right hand in the silky liquid. He locks eyes with me, then grabs my knee with his dry hand, pushing it up and towards my chest.
“Ready?” he asks as he circles my rim with his slick finger.
“So fucking ready,” I pant. The anticipation is brutal, but he gives me what I crave, pressing two thick fingers into my hole.
I’ve fingered myself plenty of times, and the times Cullen did it at the lake were unreal, but this? Knowing what’s coming? It amplifies everything.
“Cull, babe… I’m ready. Please—”
“I’ve got you.” He notches a third finger and splays them, the stretch stinging but heady just the same.
“Please… please, I need you.” Tears sting my eyes, wanting him so badly it’s unbearable.
I feel like I’ll crawl out of my skin if he doesn’t give in soon.
He pumps his fingers a few more times, drawing out the torture before easing them out.
I hear the familiar snick of the lube cap again and whisper a silent thank you.
Finally.
“Knees up, baby boy.”
I’ve never moved so fast in my life. I draw both knees to my chest, baring myself completely, with absolutely zero shame.
I’m so ready for this.
“You’re so damn sexy,” Cull rasps, Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows hard. He leans in, just inches from my face. “I love you. Thank you for giving this moment to me.” He kisses me tenderly, then presses the slick head of his cock to my entrance.
“You’re the only one worth giving it to,” I breathe, my voice trembling.
Cullen smiles, hooks my legs over his arms, and pushes past my tight ring of muscle with ease. There's an ache, deeper than with his fingers, but it just heightens everything.
We lock eyes as he inches deeper, deliberate and steady. He pauses, jaw clenched, eyes slamming shut.
“You okay?” I ask, worried.
“Pretty sure that’s my line,” he chuckles, breath shaky. He drops his forehead to mine, struggling to breathe evenly. “You just feel so fucking good… and I’m only halfway in. I’m trying not to nut before I can even—”
His eyes fly open, panic rising. “Shit. I’m not wearing a condom. I’m so fucking sorry, Hud.” He starts to pull out, but I grab him by the back of his neck, halting him.
“Hey, babe. Look at me.”
He does. And God, he looks wrecked. It warms me how much he wants to do this right.
“I don’t want anything between us,” I murmur. “I’ve obviously never been with anyone. And I trust you.”
He stares for a beat, then gives a stuttered nod, blowing out a slow breath. I pull him into a kiss, pouring everything I feel into it. All my love, trust, and devotion.
“Keep going,” I whisper.
He rests his forehead to mine again, both of us watching as he sinks the rest of the way in. The moment he bottoms out, we moan together, completely overwhelmed.
This isn’t just sex. It feels soul-binding, our lives now irrevocably tied together.
“Shit. You’re so tight and hot,” he pants. “You feel unreal.”
“I need you to move, Cull. Please. For the love of all that is holy. Move.”
He laughs softly and re-hooks his arms under my knees. “Your wish is my command.”
Then he rolls his hips.
“FUCK!” It’s like a switch flips, and every nerve ending I have fires at once. Cullen thrusts again, the rhythm slow but deliberate, like he’s afraid he’ll break me. But I don’t want careful. I want all of him.
“More, Cull. I can take it. I want everything you can give me.”
He pulls out with a low growl. He drops my legs and flips me onto my stomach, pushing my chest into the rough carpet and hauling my hips up.
“Find something to hold onto.”
I grab the folded headrest, fingers curling around the leather. The second I do, Cullen slams into me so deep I gasp.
And he doesn’t let up.
He pounds into me, dragging his cock along every nerve ending, pulling out sounds I’ve never made in my life. My cries tangle with his grunts, the slap of skin on skin a rhythm that will be seared in my brain forever.
“This ass is everything, Hud. I’ve never felt anything this tight. You’re so perfect for me.”
“Your cock feels so good. I'm already close…”
“Not yet,” he grits out, landing a sharp slap to my ass. The moan I let out is obscene.
I should be embarrassed.
I’m not.
“Baby boy likes a little pain, huh?” he chuckles, spanking my other cheek. I moan again, my cock pulsing, desperate to come.
I’m lost to sensation as he grabs my hair and pulls me upright, flush against his chest. I’m slick with sweat, impaled on his cock, sitting in his lap. This position drives him even deeper, and I swear I might die right here.
His arms wrap tight around me, one across my chest, the other around my abs. He hugs me close, fucking me with slow, torturous strokes.
I lean back into him, turn my face into his neck, and breathe him in. Evergreen and sweat and Cullen. The best smell in the world. I reach for my cock, needing to relieve the pressure building inside, but Cull stops me.
“Wrap your arms around my neck. I want to make you come without touching yourself.”
Holy shit.
I obey eagerly, locking my arms around him, fingers tangling in his short waves. The shift arches my back and angles his cock perfectly against that sensitive button.
“Oh fuck, that’s so good,” I cry out.
“Fuck yes, it is.” Cullen’s breaths are heavy, ragged, as he starts thrusting again—relentless and deep.
Tingles start low in my spine and radiate outward, curling around my groin like heat lightning. I’m right on the edge, desperate to fall. Whatever spell Cull is casting on my body, it’s addictive. A high I’ll chase forever.
“Your ass is strangling my cock. I’m right there. Come with me,” he demands.
It’s like my body was just waiting for its master's command. He slams into that sensitive spot inside me, and I detonate. A feral roar tears from my chest as streams of cum coat my abs and drip down my thighs.
“Good fucking boy, Hud. Now it’s my turn to fill this tight—” He gasps, unable to finish the thought. His cock jerks inside me, flooding me with each shuddering pulse. I can feel his release, thick and hot, and it triggers something in me again.
My body seizes, and I grasp the hair on the nape of his neck as a second orgasm tears through me, my untouched cock pulsing helplessly.
“Holy shit. That’s it, baby. Come for me again.”
It’s too much and not enough all at the same time. I’m crying now, actual tears, overwhelmed by the pleasure and the emotion of it all.
Cullen stills behind me, arms locked around my torso like he never wants to let me go. Our breathing is heavy but in sync, chests rising and falling as one. A quiet cadence that says everything. That this is how it’s supposed to feel.
A thought floats into my hazy, blissed-out brain, and because I’m completely dick-drunk, I voice it out loud.
“At least we remembered our shoes this time.”
Cullen bursts into laughter, his softening cock slipping free. He kisses my shoulder, and I feel the ghost of his smile pressed to my skin.
“I love you, Hud.”
I nuzzle into his neck, the grin spreading across my face impossible to hide.
“I love you too, Cull.”
Definitely better than a chicken taco.