Chapter Eight #4
Hudson sat on the mattress then crawled up to the bed.
“I’m going to eat you up,” Bastian promised. He sounded like he was rummaging in something.
And it did sound like a promise. He’d lowered himself as the bed dipped behind him.
Bastian scooted up between his legs before dropping a bottle of lube and condom beside Hudson’s arm.
With a smile, Hudson turned his head to bury his face in his folded arms.
“Such a strong back.” Bastian rubbed Hudson’s muscles. “You could probably carry the entire world on your back, and I’ll be here every night to make sure you know that I’ll also look after you.”
Hudson moaned. Not only because Bastian’s hands felt so good on him, but the words touched his heart. Was there anything sexier than a confident man that actually cared about their partner?
Bastian licked down Hudson’s spine, leaving tingles behind as he moved lower.
“Spread your legs, baby,” Bastian murmured.
Sprawled out, Hudson waited. The longer he waited, the higher anticipation grew.
Just when Hudson was about to lift his head and see what Bastian was doing, Bastian gripped his ass cheeks and spread them. Then Bastian’s hot tongue was licking from his balls to the top of his crease.
Hudson cried out as he gripped the sheets under his hands.
“That’s it, Hud,” Bastian said. “Sing for me.”
Sing? Scream? Hudson didn’t know what sounds he was making as Bastian’s tongue probed at his hole.
He was so thankful he’d decided to shower and prep as Bastian’s tongue slipped deep.
Hudson had to move. He pushed back just to test on what he would be allowed to get away with.
Bastian’s fingers dug into his hips as he sucked on Hudson’s hole before thrusting his tongue in again.
Having his ass eaten wasn’t a completely new experience for Hudson but he was being so thoroughly devoured. Bastian wasn’t shy about thrusting his tongue deep and making Hudson beg.
“Please!” Hudson didn’t even know what he was begging for. More? Less? Something.
Bastian pulled back and reached for the bottle of lube. “Tuck your knees under you, baby. I’m really going to open you up now.”
Hudson moved into position.
A slick finger teased around his hole then Bastian was pushing the digit in deep.
Earlier Hudson had gotten three of his own fingers in until he felt like he wouldn’t be able to hold back coming and he hadn’t wanted that. His earlier preparation allowed Bastian to quickly add a second finger.
Hudson rocked back, pulling Bastian’s fingers deeper.
He kept pushing back and Bastian plunged his fingers deep until Hudson’s cock was releasing a copious amount of precome.
“Ome more finger, baby,” Bastian told him.
More lube on his hole.
Three fingers stretched his ring, causing him to grunt. Bastian’s thick fingers were no substitute for his cock though.
“Please!” Hudson begged.
Bastian chuckled just before he pegged Hudson’s prostate.
Hudson nearly came off the bed. He shouted and held on tight to the sheets.
“There we go.” Bastian must have found the angle he liked since he started to stroke over the secret little bundle of nerves with each thrust of his fingers.
No longer caring if he should move or not, Hudson dug his knees into the mattress, arched his back, and threw himself back. The sounds he was making filled the room—not that Hudson was able to control then. All that mattered was chasing the feelings that were building up inside him.
His balls were heavy and drew up.
Bastian pulled his fingers free.
“No!” Hudson cried.
“Condom, baby. Hold on.”
Even though he was now empty, Hudson couldn’t stop rocking.
Bastian picked up the condom.
Without even looking, Hudson knew when he tore the wrapper open. It sounded like more lube was used. Then Bastian groaned. Had just putting on the condom almost made Bastian come? Hudson hoped so, because he sure the hell wasn’t going to last long.
“Ready?” Bastian questioned, kissing the small of his back.
Hudson huffed. Really? That question didn’t need to be asked. It was quite obvious how desperate Hudson was.
“Okay, baby.” Bastian squeezed his left hip then Hudson felt Bastian’s other hand brush against his ass before his hole was being breached.
Hudson took a deep breath and pushed back.
Bastian grunted pushing forward, filling Hudson. Once Bastian was fully inside, he took a deep breath, and Hudson could swear he felt it.
Slowly Bastian eased out and his cock grazed over Hudson’s prostate again.
“Yes!” Hudson hissed.
Both of Bastian’s hands gripped his hips and he yanked Hudson back as Bastian plunged forward.
Hudson’s vision whited out.
Bastian did it again.
And again.
He rode Hudson hard. Each thrust and withdraw putting pressure on Hudson’s prostate.
The bed under them rocked with their fast rhythm.
He wasn’t going to last long. Hudson hoped that Bastian planned on a repeat performance soon, because he just couldn’t hold back much longer.
Not with how much his cock ached for release.
It felt too good to have Bastian inside him so while Hudson didn’t want this to end, it had to or he was going to lose his mind.
“I need—”
“I know, baby.” Releasing his right hip, Bastian wrapped his fingers around Hudson’s dick.
Hudson sobbed in relief as Bastian stroked him just as fast and rough as his ass was being taken. He yelled as he finally crested over the edge and Hudson came hard.
Bastian didn’t stop hammering his prostate until Hudson was wrung dry. Bastian grunted while climaxing right after him.
His body quaked in aftershocks as Bastian lowered himself onto Hudson’s back.
“Fuck, baby boy.”
Hudson gave a low chuckle since he pretty much felt the same way. “We’re doing that again.”
“Yes we are,” Bastian agreed, nuzzling his neck.
“I mean tonight,” Hudson clarified. “I’ll last longer this next time.”
Bastian nipped his earlobe. “I meant tonight too. Let me get us some water and we’ll see who can get who hard first.”
“Bet!” Hudson replied with a grin.
Bastian eased out of him before slowly climbing from the bed.
It took effort but Hudson rolled over as Bastian walked to the door.
He hadn’t noticed the tattoos on Bastian’s back before.
These tattoos had color, unlike the ink that covered Bastian’s chest and arms. It looked like it would be Hudson’s turn to play next.
He looked forward to tracing those designs. With his tongue of course.