Chapter 18
CHAPTER
EIGHTEEN
WILDE
H udson’s hand is enough to make me want to blow. Even through the condom, I can feel the warmth of his palm, the confident, almost cocky, way he strokes me like he’s somehow got the right to touch me the way he is.
I hate that it’s a turn-on, even more so when he gives up the pretense of rubbing in the lube and takes a firm grip around my shaft. His eyes flick up my way, those long eyelashes carving out shadows in the dark, and I can’t stand it anymore.
I grab his hips and turn him, then press him against the door. My cock rests in the delicious groove between his cheeks as my mouth finds his ear. “We’re doing it my way.”
“Aww, what’s wrong?” he taunts. “Don’t want to look into my eyes as you fuck me?”
“If I did that, I wouldn’t be able to pretend you were literally anyone else.” As much as I’d love for that to happen though, I already know it would be impossible. His sweet scent is so distinctly him, and I don’t believe for a second that he’ll shut up long enough for my imagination to take over.
“Who’s your fantasy man?” he asks, purposefully taunting me. “Who do you wish you were fucking right now?”
Those are two very, very different answers.
I don’t have a fantasy man. I have no idea about celebrities—both on purpose and as a result of living out here—but I also don’t like the thought of building someone up in my head only to be disappointed.
I’m not built for settling down, so it’s never been something worth thinking about.
As for who I wish I were fucking? I grab my cock and reposition it between his cheeks. Given the way he’s stirred me up to a point where I’m torn on whether I want to fuck him or fight him, I might as well get one of them out of the way to find my answer. Process of elimination or whatever.
He pushes back, trying to take me, but I refuse to let him. Denying Hudson what he wants only makes my dick harder, and it really is a mystery how I’ve been able to hold it together so far. If I weren’t playing with him, I’d already be well on my way to an orgasm.
“Since you love talking so much,” I say, teasing him as I rub my tip over his hole, “I want you to say something for me.”
“My mouth doesn’t work like that.”
“Well, it’ll learn if you want to be fucked tonight.”
He grunts, and I wait him out. Wait for the eventual agreement I know I’ll get. “What is it?”
“I want you to tell me how much you need my cock.”
“I need your cock.”
The monotone almost makes me laugh, but I wrap my free hand in his hair instead. I tighten my grip, tilting his head back until his eyes find mine. “Tell me.”
The defiance in his gaze is maybe the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. “If you don’t give it to me,” he rasps, “I’m going to go out of my fucking mind.”
The lust coursing through me hums at that, and I reward him by pushing inside. I don’t go deep, and it’s torture for me as much as it is him. The way he molds around my tip is firm, heavenly pressure, and it takes every bit of strength I have not to give in and rail him.
“What else?” I release his hair and plant both hands on his hips to stop him from taking any more.
“ God fucking dammit , you’re an asshole.”
“Tell me.”
“I’d rather you stopped playing games.”
“But I thought you loved games?”
The noise in his chest sounds angry. “Fuck me already.”
“Unlucky for you, I’m the one in control here, and it’s my cock you need. So give me what I want, and I’ll give you what you want.”
His head thunks against the stall door. “You’re going to use this against me, aren’t you?”
“Possibly.”
“Fuck you.” He tries to shove back again, but I’m holding him too tight.
“ Urg . Fine. I’m going to die if you don’t give it to me.
If you don’t stick your cock inside me, I’m going to be so goddamn frustrated that I walk out there and punch every fucking person in this fucking bar.
Now, give me what I need, Wilde, before I go from wanting to hate fuck you to just hating you, and that’s not going to get me off. ”
I’m not expecting my chuckle, but I fill his ear with it as I give in and sink into his desperate hole.
There’s nothing better than fucking someone.
Than feeling how their body gives way to mine and my cock is sucked in by some undeniable force that makes it impossible to want to stop.
Hudson’s ass is firm and round, and under any other circumstance, I’d take my time to appreciate it, but this is about getting off, and that’s it.
I’m balls-deep inside of him when I hook my arm under the knee of his injured leg and lift it. “Better hold on,” I warn him.
Hudson grips the top of the stall door. “Hurry up before I fall asleep already.”
I pull back and snap my hips forward, hard enough to send a jolt through him. He cries out, and it fills my gut with this deep, feral need that is so far beyond what I’m used to that I don’t know how to handle it.
I do it again. And again. Faster and harder each time until Hudson’s arm muscles tense under his skin as he white-knuckles the door.
“Awake yet, city boy?”
“You better have more than that.”
His breathless reply spurs me on. I set a punishing pace on his ass, my cock thrumming in his tight hold as I grip his thigh and his hip and give him everything I’ve got.
I’ve heard people fucking in here more than enough times that I don’t bother trying to keep quiet, and with the way our skin is slapping together, it would be pointless anyway.
It’s getting humid in the small cubicle. A mix of our proximity, the heavy breathing, and the way I haven’t slowed down in my mission to get him off. Now we’ve started, I want this to be over with because as soon as the high wears off, I know what comes next.
Complete disappointment in myself and my standards.
But who needs standards when going against all your morals feels this good?
Sweat prickles my back, a steady rattle fills the room with each thrust that sends Hudson into the door, and when I glance down in the dim light and watch the way my cock pulls out and then sinks deep back into his body, it’s the kind of high that makes me lightheaded.
My cock is in bliss, and I’m getting so damn close that my balls have filled with that tingly pressure I’ve been chasing.
Fuck, I needed this.
An orgasm.
With anyone.
I’ve almost forgotten it’s Hudson until he talks.
“Touch me.”
“Touch yourself,” I throw back.
“I’m worried if I let go … that I’ll go face-first … into the door … and break my nose.”
“Risk you’ll have to take.”
He impatiently pushes back to meet my thrusts. “Fucking asshole.”
“Not new information.”
“You’re the worst fuck I’ve ever had.”
I ignore him. I’d be offended if he wasn’t moaning like he can’t get enough.
“I thought that cock would split me open. Can barely feel it.”
We both know that’s a lie. I can see exactly how stretched his hole is around me.
He goes to say something else, but I’ve had enough. I pull my shirt over my head and press against his back. Then, grinding my cock deep into him, I reach up and stuff my shirt into his mouth.
“You say one more word and this ends,” I warn him.
His groan reaches his chest, and I swear it vibrates through to me. I wait for his teeth to clench down on my shirt before I release it.
The plan is to back off again, but this close to him, feeling the heat radiating off his back, nose full of his scent, hard chest under my palm …
it all takes over and wipes my mind blank.
My hand fi nds its way up his shirt to his nipple, fingertips trailing over the tiny peak, thrusts picking up pace until I’m pounding into him like I’ve been dying to.
My heavy breathing is right by his ear, and he’s working double time against all the words he has to keep inside.
I can only imagine what would be coming out of his mouth if he could, and I’d bet that all of it would both irritate and turn me on.
Instead, I’m left to listen to the muffled noise of the cubicle rattling against us and the slap of skin on skin as I drive into him, wanting and needing more. My pants around my thighs have me locked in place, but this isn’t going to take long enough to bother taking them off.
Hudson’s aggressive as he rides my cock, muscular body moving so fast I’ve forgotten where I end and he begins, and as we fuck, I slowly dip from that place where I’m attached to what’s happening and give in to the orgasm wanting to take over.
That rippling feeling filling my limbs and shuddering down my spine.
It’s too much and not enough all at once.
I can’t get there fast enough. I’m driving toward the edge, mind blank of anything but the full-body pleasure coursing through me, and then the pressure snaps all at once, and I unleash.
I gasp with sudden relief, thrusting slower, more purposefully as I fill the condom.
It takes a second for me to become aware of my heavy breathing, and my forehead drops forward onto his shoulder as I steady myself.
Hudson’s frustrated grunt reminds me he’s still there.
What sounds like a smothered touch me comes from around my shirt, and I’m still fuzzy enough that I pull out, put his back to the door, and then drop to my knees.
I wrap my mouth around his cock and sink down on it until he breaches my throat. Hudson’s fist thumps against the door, and when I look up at him, his arms are bowed back and gripping the top again, while his eyes are locked on me. With my shirt gagging him, he’s never looked sexier.
The precum flooding my taste buds tells me he’s already close. I work his dick with my tongue, sucking hard, and then slide my fingers back into his hole.
Hudson groans, and it only takes a few thrusts into my mouth before he comes. I swallow every drop and lick him clean before I push back to my feet.
Looking at him is a mistake.
His eyes have that glossy look of a good orgasm, and he still hasn’t spit out my shirt.
My heart is beating wildly from everything that happened as I wait for the reality to sink in.
I step closer. Hudson’s watching me curiously, and I almost want him to say something that’s going to piss me off, but all he does is release the door and flex his unbroken fingers.
I reach for my shirt, and it takes a second of staring at each other before he lets it free.
Hudson’s panting too, cheeks flushed red and usually smart mouth settled.
The cubicle feels so much smaller now.
I pull my shirt back over my head, remove the condom and tie it off, then do up my pants.
Hudson doesn’t move until I lift his hand and drop the used condom into it.
“I’m sure you can handle this,” I say, and then I unlock the door and pull it open before he’s even had a chance to reply.
There’s no point hanging around any longer.
I got what I came here for.