Chapter Thirty-Seven #2
“On your knees.” The command goes straight to my cock. I slide down the wall, slow, never breaking eye contact. Once on my knees, I look up at him, waiting like a good boy.
He braces his hands against the tile, looming over me, cock hard and heavy between us. I want to take him into my mouth, but I wait.
“Suck my dick, baby.” His rough, commanding voice wraps around me. I lean forward and flick my tongue across the drop of pre-cum at his tip. He hisses, then groans as I swirl my tongue beneath the head.
I reach up, but he stops me with a shake of his head. “No hands. And no touching yourself.”
I nod, feigning innocence, then slide my hands up his calves until I’m grabbing his ass.
“Can’t help yourself, can you?” he chuckles.
I shrug, then take him deep. Inch by inch, I work him over, gagging until I find a rhythm.
“God, that mouth…” he moans. “Stand up.” He helps me to my feet and kisses me with a heat that makes my knees weak. His hands roam to my ass. “Last chance to change your mind.”
I make a show of turning around and pushing my ass into his crotch. I grind against him with a cheeky wiggle. His hand comes down in a sharp smack, making me gasp.
“Behave,” he growls.
I laugh softly, bracing myself against the wall. Arching my back, I offer myself up. His hands knead my cheeks, soothing the sting before he kisses the spot. I glance over my shoulder just as he sinks to his knees behind me.
He grips me, spreads me, and then breathes hot across my skin before he slowly drags his tongue from behind my balls to the top of my crack. I groan and press my forehead to the warm tiles. He eats me like he’s starving, licking and sucking until my brain short-circuits.
“I’m gonna start stretching you.” He dips his fingers into the oil, then slides one in. I moan at the intrusion.
“Your ass sucked me right in,” he groans. “Think you can take another?”
I nod frantically, beyond words. Every second of prep is careful and loving, and I can feel how much he’s holding on to me, anchoring himself in this moment.
He moves his fingers in and out, slow and steady. I focus on my breathing, staying relaxed so he can work me open. But the fire burning inside me is raging, and I’m ready to be turned to ash.
“Baby, please,” I pant.
“Patience,” he murmurs. “We have to walk before we can run.”
I huff a strained chuckle. “Now’s not the time for philosophical declarations.”
“Mmm,” he hums. “Then maybe it’s time for a third finger.”
Fuck, I’ve never needed anything more.
He presses in, my body greedy for it. I moan as he scissors his fingers, my muscles slowly giving way.
“Please, Hud,” I whisper, desperate now. “I need to feel you. Please…”
“This started with you saying you were going to make me beg.” His voice is smug, but he’s being so gentle. “Look how the tables have turned.” He stands, his chest brushing against my back.
“Please,” I beg again, so hard I’m ready to explode from just the anticipation.
“I’ve got you,” he breathes against my ear.
He withdraws his fingers carefully, and I have to bite my lip against the whimper rising in my throat. Then I feel him shift behind me, hear the low rustle of movement, and brace myself.
“I love you,” I tell him, my voice rumbling against the tile wall.
He pauses, leaning in to press a kiss between my shoulder blades. “I love you, too. So damn much.”
And then he’s pushing in.
His cock breaches me, the sensation nothing like his fingers. It’s thicker, hotter, and the stretch burns just enough to make my breath hitch. His hand settles on my lower back, steadying me.
“Is this okay?” he asks, voice tight with restraint.
“Yes, keep going.”
He rocks out, then back in. Once, then twice, before bottoming out on the third stroke. We both groan, his breath ragged against my damp skin. “Holy shit, Cull,” he mutters. “You’re so fucking tight.”
“I’m so full,” I moan. “You feel massive right now.”
He snorts, his forehead resting between my shoulder blades. “You’re good for my ego. I need to move, okay?”
“Yes, do it.”
He pulls out, then snaps his hips forward, impaling me. My breath rushes out, a dark thrill shooting up my spine. I like the sting. I want more of it.
“Fuck. Don’t hold back. Wreck me, Hud.”
Hudson groans deep in his chest and grabs my waist, driving into me hard. Each thrust is urgent, desperate, like he needs this as much as I do.
His movements are unpracticed—a little clumsy, but it doesn’t take away from the moment. From the connection we are strengthening.
Doesn’t take away from how fucking good this feels.
“You like my cock deep in your ass?” His voice is pure filth, low and rough, and it makes my toes curl.
“So fucking good,” I pant.
The sound of water pelting against tile mixes with our grunts and moans, turning the air electric. I want to touch myself so bad it hurts, but I’m trying to be good.
“I’m close already,” he growls. “This ass is strangling my dick.”
He grabs my throat and yanks me upright, my back flush to his chest, never missing a beat. His other arm wraps around my waist, anchoring me while he continues pounding into me.
“I’m gonna come in your ass,” he pants, lips brushing my ear. “And you’re going to paint the wall.”
The moment his hand wraps around my length, I nearly collapse, my palm slapping the tile for balance.
“Please, Hud… Fuck! I’m going to—fuuuck…”
I come hard, crying out as pleasure rips through me, vision whiting as I paint the wall just like he said I would. He bends me forward, then slams into me one final time, roaring as he spills inside me.
His cock twitches, his cum slick and hot. My own dick pulses again, a smaller orgasm wringing the last bit of pleasure from my body. Hudson leans over me, panting, his breath ghosting across my back. His fingers are digging into my hips, and honestly, I’m not sure I could stand without them.
“You okay?” he asks, voice muffled against my shoulder.
I smile, the afterglow like a warm hug. “I knew you’d kill me,” I rasp. “But damn, what a way to go.”
He chuckles and eases me upright, carefully pulling out. I feel his thick cum slide down my thigh and shiver.
“Hot damn, that’s a sight,” he mutters, running a finger through it with reverence.
I turn and loop my arms around his neck. “I agree. Watching me drip from your ass? Hot as fuck.”
He kisses me slow and sweet. “Thank you for that. You always know what I need, even before I do.”
“I love you.” My words are soft. “It’s my life’s purpose to give you whatever you need.”
He smiles, brushing my wet hair from my face.
“Well, right now I need to take care of my boyfriend.” He draws me under the warm spray, hands tender as he washes us clean.
I let him take care of me, and for once, it’s nice not having to be the strong one.
Not that I’d ever admit that out loud. I know how guilty Hudson feels, thinking he’s a burden, and I never want him to see me as anything less than solid for him.
I love taking care of Hudson, but sometimes it’s nice to let go, too.
“This is nice,” I admit with a sigh as he massages shampoo into my hair. “I think you were meant to be a top, you’ve been hiding your Alpha side. It’s sexy.”
He snorts. “Not sure I’d call myself an Alpha, but I liked the control. You always take care of me, and I just wanted to return the favor.”
We rinse and dry off, wrapping towels around our waists, then head to his room. He tosses me joggers and a clean T-shirt, and once dressed, we climb into bed, facing each other on our sides. I link our fingers, still craving that connection.
“Are you sure you’re alright?” he asks. “I kind of let the moment get ahead of me and was rougher than I should have been.”
“I’m a little sore,” I admit, smiling. “But it was everything I hoped for and more.”
He narrows his eyes at me like he’s not fully convinced, but then he smirks. “I’m no longer a half virgin.”
I blink. “Wait, what?”
He grins, eyes sparkling with mischief. “Think about it. In straight relationships, the guy loses his virginity when he penetrates, and the girl when she’s penetrated.”
“Okay…” I reply cautiously, not sure where this is going.
He scoffs and rolls his eyes. “I’m not a girl.”
“Obviously. What’s your point?”
“So, did I lose my virginity when you fucked me, or just now when I fucked you? Or… did I lose half then, and the other half just now?”
I blink at him. Then burst out laughing. “You were seriously thinking about that?” I ask, choking on my amusement. “Hud, sex is sex. I don’t think there’s a gay checklist for virginity rules.”
“You don’t have to laugh,” he mumbles, turning away and giving me his back.
“Oh, come on.” I scoot forward and spoon him, arms snaking around his chest. He’s pouting, but I can see the smile trying to creep through. I play dirty, literally, by slipping my fingers under his ribs and tickling him.
He squeals. Actually squeals. His arms and legs flailing as he begs through laughter for mercy.
“Well, isn’t this sickeningly cute?”
All playfulness evaporates at the sound of Hadley’s voice, tight and vibrating with restrained fury.
I jerk away from Hudson like I’ve been burned, and he scrambles out of bed like it just caught fire.
My eyes snap to the door.
Hadley stands in the doorway, eyes blazing. She’s rigid, arms wrapped around herself like a physical shield.
“Hads,” Hudson starts carefully. “We didn’t know you’d be coming home.”
“Oh, I’m sorry. Should I have sent a freaking carrier pigeon to announce my arrival at my own house?” Her voice drips with sarcasm, but there is a tremor underneath. “Maybe I should’ve scheduled a visit, since clearly I’m just a guest in the world of you two now.”
Hudson flinches. “That’s not what I meant. We just would’ve been more considerate if we knew. That’s all.”
“Considerate?” Her laugh is humorless. “No one considered me when you started fucking my boyfriend behind my back.” Her eyes flick to me, devastation shining through her unshed tears. “No. Screw Hadley. Who cares how she feels, right?”
“Hads—” Hud tries, but she cuts him off.
“Why don’t you go jump off that fucking bridge you love so much, Hudson.
Do us all a favor.” Her voice cracks, the tears finally falling.
Her mouth is agape like she can’t believe what she just said.
She takes a step closer like she may say something else, but she just spins on her heel and runs off.
A second later, her bedroom door slams shut with enough force to knock a family photo off the wall, leaving us in stunned silence.
Hud’s breath catches, his body going limp with defeat.
He walks with sluggish steps to his dresser, takes one of his pills from the bottle and swallows it dry.
He goes back to the bed and lies down, eyes vacant.
I don’t say anything, just crawl in and curl myself around him.
He doesn’t move. He’s shutting down again.
We’re right back to where we started, and I’m scared that maybe this time, Hadley woke a beast that’s always been sleeping inside Hud.