Chapter 34
CHAPTER
THIRTY-FOUR
WILDE
T he blow job should have been enough to get me through, but here I am, being pulled toward Old End against all my wishes with one destination in mind.
Hudson.
I can’t pinpoint exactly where this pull is coming from either. Is it the sex? Or those teasing lips I can’t scratch from my mind? The way his eyelashes flutter as he comes? How he looks me over like he’s waiting or hoping for something that only I can give him?
I groan and rub a hand over my face, wishing I could walk away, but the pull toward Hudson grows deeper by the day.
Even the pain in my leg isn’t enough to deter me when I reach the old house and jump up to grip the window.
It’s not as easy as it usually is, and I tell myself that I’m only climbing up here for sex, but there’s something in the back of my head telling me that’s a lie .
Even the reminders that he’s here to ruin my life don’t hit the same way.
I step out from behind the sheet to find Hudson blinking awake, cute frown weighing down his eyebrows.
“I wasn’t expecting you tonight.”
Considering we saw each other a few hours ago, he had no reason to. I’m glad he doesn’t call me out on it, doesn’t question me, because I’m not sure what I’d tell him if he did.
For once, I can’t keep my questions inside. “Then why was your window open?”
His teasing lips curl upward. “Because I’m always hoping anyway.”
In the dark, I can’t make out his eyes, but I’m sure they’re watching me like I’m watching him. My gut is all twisted, and for one strange moment, I picture myself climbing into his bed beside him and … talking?
What the fuck kind of thought is that?
I’m not a selfish man. I’m not someone who thinks about anything but the check box list of things I have to do for this town.
I’ve protected the people here for years, and sleeping with someone who’s actively ruining our town is out of character for me.
My needs have always been an afterthought, my monthly visits to Wayward all I let myself have out of necessity, so this burning need for more, the way I can’t resist Hudson even though it’s the smart choice … it doesn’t make any sense.
So I stop thinking about it completely. I focus on the sex.
Because that’s the only thing between us that I understand.
“You showered?”
“Yeah, why?”
Nerves attack me, but I ignore those too. “Get on your knees.”
He doesn’t even question me, just rolls over and does what he’s told. I watch the way his shadowy muscles move, giving myself a moment to really appreciate what a work of fucking art he is.
The way his long back curves in a delicate arch, the round slope of his ass, the tension in his strong thighs, and his soft, sleep-rumpled hair—growing out but still longer on the top and back than the sides—begging for me to slot it between my fingers.
The fact that he’s taken to sleeping naked, always ready for me, warms my blood in the most delicious way.
I strip off my T-shirt and shove my shorts to the floor. I didn’t bother with underwear because I knew I wouldn’t be wearing them for long. I’m here for sex, and that’s it.
My cock hardens as I stalk toward the bed, Hudson watching me from where his head is resting on his crossed arm.
He’s offering himself up for me on a platter, and damn if it’s not the most irresistible sight I’ve ever seen.
I kneel on the mattress behind him, barely able to make out his ready hole in the darkness. Only a small amount of moonlight is peeking in where I didn’t close the makeshift curtain properly, but it’s enough. Enough to throw these nights and what we’re doing into the illusion of a hazy dream.
It means that come tomorrow, I can pretend like it didn’t happen. Pretend like I’m not weak and becoming obsessively needy for him.
Fuck it. I’m here now. There’s no pretending when my cock is full and I’m staring at his ass like it might disappear if I look away.
I dive right in.
He twitches at my touch, and I bury my face between his cheeks, tongue swiping his hole.
The way Hudson shivers under my palms only encourages me, and I kiss and suck at the sensitive skin.
As much as I’d love to fuck him tonight, even I know that my leg will get in my way, so I’m going to be content to eat him out.
Apparently, Hudson has no complaints as a long moan leaves him.
Hearing him so vocally enjoying himself is a turn-on, and I double down on softening his hole. I tease the sensitive flesh, lick and stroke until he’s ready for me to slip my tongue inside.
He’s tight but pliant, relaxing around me and giving me more room to move. I bury my tongue as deeply as I can, and then I start to fuck him with it.
I’m not gentle. Not when I’m this hungry for him. My tongue spears into him over and over as I eat his hole like a starving man. Spit runs down his crease, and I reach up to cradle his tight balls as he rocks back onto my face.
“You like that, don’t you, city boy?” I tease his rim again. “You like riding my tongue.”
“Touch my dick,” he begs. “I need it.”
I slip my hand from his balls and up between his legs to grip his shaft.
He’s got such a beautiful dick, and feeling the weight of it in my hand is addictive.
I keep fucking his hole as I stroke him, hard and fast, needing him to come before my jaw aches.
Even like this, my leg is getting stiff, but it’s not going to stop me from making him feel good.
“You were right,” he says, thrusting into my hand. “The beard stays. Forever. Oh fuck , it feels good. So good. Shit. I … I …”
He’s deliriously rambling, but it only takes another few seconds before his cock thickens in my hand and unloads. Each throb of his release against my palm turns my brain to mush.
I wait for him to finish before I release him and straighten, ready for my own relief.
I slip my length between his cheeks and squeeze them together.
My gaze is locked on the sight of his ass cupping my cock as I thrust. The pain in my leg is almost blinding, but I can’t stop myself.
It’s a race between what will give out first: my orgasm or my thigh, and I’m so simmeringly, frustratingly close to the edge that I can’t give up now.
Not when it’s Hudson in front of me. Not when the muscles in his ass are shuddering around my cock with every thrust. Not when I’m homed in on the sight of my swollen tip poking out the top of the muscles and being swallowed again between them.
It skims his wet, gaping hole, and Hudson’s pushing back, hand on the wall in front of him, trying to stop us both from toppling off the bed.
Slowly, the pain sinks into oblivion as my orgasm clouds my mind.
“Come on me,” he rasps. “Cover me in it.”
My eyes roll back at the request, and everything gets to be too much.
I thrust against him, animal urges taking over as my brain goes offline and I barrel toward the finish line.
I’m too sensitive, too tight, skin burning up and heat building in my cheeks until the rippling from my spine fills my balls and I come.
I’ve lost track of anything other than how amazing I feel, and when my muscles lose their tension and I’m able to blink the fog away, I look down at my work. At the glistening cum streaking his back and running down his crease.
I peel myself away from him, and even with the shadows, there’s no hiding how well used he is. Hole stretched, cum dripping down his balls, prickling rash building from my beard against his skin. It’s fucking beautiful.
Satisfaction surges so deep and fulfilling through my body that it catches me off guard.
I back away, not sure I’m even breathing properly yet, and limp on weak legs to where I left my clothes. Now that I came my brains out, my leg is punishing me for what I put it through, but I ignore it as I get dressed and head for the window.
Hudson’s watching me. He’s always watching me. And while I don’t feel right to come and leave, the hesitance at all pisses me off. I’ve never had an issue with it before. It’s what I’ve been doing for years. Sex and then go separate ways. It’s easy.
It’s supposed to be easy.
I pause when I get to the window, and of course, Hudson can’t leave it alone.
“Will I see you tomorrow?”
Yes . “No.”
“I’ll be ready the next night, then.”
I bite down on my lip because as much as I want to deny it, what’s the point? By then, I’ll be just as out of control as I was tonight. It’ll be a goddamn miracle if I don’t end up here tomorrow night anyway. I ignore the pull to stay. I ignore the pull to answer.
I climb back out of his window and limp my way back to my truck.
The pain is throbbing so badly I’m tempted to go to Booker for painkillers, but I won’t. I’ve gotten through broken bones without them before, so I’ll get through this. I don’t want any of that shit in my system.
Besides, no matter how much it hurts, I don’t regret it.
That was worth every bit of pain I’m going through.