17. Chapter Seventeen #2
Which I’m not. I like women. I like fucking them—most of the time, even if it’s been less than stellar these last few years.
That doesn’t mean I’m suddenly gay. Hell, Hudson is the only guy I’ve ever done this sort of thing with, so I’m pretty sure you can’t be gay for one person, and one hot-as-hell experience with dick doesn’t mean anything, right?
But… what about the second time? What’s the threshold? Is there a limit? Is there like a free trial period where you test the product before you subscribe to it?
I don’t know. But what I do know is that as Hudson thrusts himself against me, his kiss bordering on desperate, my dick strains hard against my pants and all I want to do is come.
I don’t even care if I come in my fucking pants, as long as it’s what he wants.
I’m so wound up, I feel like I’m going to explode into a million pieces.
All I want is for him to tell me what to do and how to do it, so I can.
“Tell me exactly what you want, Hudson. I’ll do it.” The last part comes out softer than it should.
Hudson pauses, and I think this is where he tells me I’m an idiot and we can’t do this. But that’s not what he says. Not in the least.
“I want you to take your clothes off, and get on your knees,” he says without hesitation.
“I want your hands on me at all times. That means you don’t touch yourself.
Got it?” His words register, but I don’t really hear them.
I mean, I do… but it’s not about the words .
It’s the way he says them. Like it’s a command and not a direction. It’s hot as hell, I won’t lie.
“Okay,” I say breathlessly.
“Then I want you to put my dick in your mouth, and make me come.” He lets out a steady breath. “But you’re not allowed to. Do you understand?”
It takes me a moment to process what he’s saying, and when I do, I let out a slow breath.
“I’m not allowed to come, because that’s the punishment, right?”
Hudson’s gaze holds mine hostage and gives a simple shrug of one shoulder. “Right.”
“Then we’ll be good?” I ask, my voice low and pleading. “You won’t be mad at me anymore?”
Hudson nods, his hand on my bare, exposed skin warm and smooth.
I have never done anything like this before. Not even with a woman. I’m slightly worried I won’t be able to hold off, because I’m already so wound up. What happens if I can’t?
I’ve never been the kind of guy to back down from a challenge, and a part of me sees this as just that—a challenge.
I’ve made plenty of women come undone with my tongue. But can I make Hudson come the same way? Do I want to?
Yes.
I know it doesn’t make sense, and I should feel weird about this. It’s one thing to touch another man’s dick, or let him touch yours, but it’s another thing altogether to put his dick in your mouth and swallow his cum. But let’s not get ahead of ourselves—who’s to say I will be able to swallow it?
The idea is a bit unnerving, I won’t lie. But if I’m going to do this, I’m not going to half-ass it. So, I need to approach this the same way I would before a big meeting or a game.
I kiss him first, resting my hands on his chest. “Okay.”
Hudson’s body relaxes under my touch. I kiss him slowly, taking my time as my fingers work at unlatching his belt.
“Okay?” he asks, his voice soft and breathless. Almost as if he was expecting me to say no.
I nod as I kiss him, taking his bottom lip between my teeth.
“Don’t overthink it,” I tell him as I unbutton his khakis and slide my hands beneath the waistband of his underwear and push them down confidently. Though I’m not sure if I’m trying to convince him or myself. Maybe both.
I swallow hard, equal parts terrified and aroused by the idea of putting someone else’s dick in my mouth. No, not someone else. Hudson.
I lean in to kiss his neck as I find his dick with my hand. He shivers when I touch him, letting out a curse.
“Trey…”
My heart is pounding as my hand cups his hardness. I press my palm against him, feeling the faint kiss of precum against my skin. His moan goes straight to my dick.
Hudson finds my mouth and kisses me feverishly. The moan that escapes me is beyond my control.
I pull away, and slip out of my shirt. He watches me with rapt attention.
I unbuckle my belt and slowly step out of my pants.
I hold his gaze as I get out of my briefs.
My dick bounces free, and I have the strongest urge to grab myself, but I fight to do so.
He told me not to, so I won’t. He needs to know I can listen to him.
That I take what he says seriously. He needs to know I mean what I say. Always.
I drop to my knees quickly, knowing if I don’t do it now, I never will.
Hudson looks down at me, his kiss-swollen lips parted, his eyes glittering with interest. I keep my eyes on his as I settle my hands on the backs of his thighs.
I feel his tight muscles, his smooth, warm skin.
He watches me like a hawk as I trail my hands up and down his thighs until I settle on his ass cheeks, and that’s where they stay.
I lean forward, positioning myself in front of his dick.
The last time we did this, it was dark, and he was on top of me, and I couldn’t see much.
But now, in the light of the hotel room, I can see everything in great detail.
His thick, pink head, the veins running up his shaft.
The glistening bead of precum bubbling at his tip.
I flick my tongue out to taste him, and he nearly collapses.
“Fucking hell…”
I chuckle, a grin splitting my face because there’s the Hudson I know.
“You going to make it, Huds?” I tease him. “I haven’t even started yet.”
“Maybe you should,” he bites, but it’s not cruel or commanding. I know from the tone, and the sight of his twitching cock that he’s just as worked up as I am. And something about that makes this so much better.
I don’t hesitate, knowing if I do, I will never do this and I’ll regret it.
I wrap my lips around his cockhead first, his precum spreading on my tongue. It’s a little salty, but not awful. Not like I thought it would be.
I slowly make my way up his shaft, getting used to the thickness, the feel of him in my mouth. He hisses, his entire body tensing. My dick aches to be touched, and I squeeze his ass cheeks harder, needing to take out my frustration on something.
The urge to start thrusting forms in my stomach, and I do it without a second thought. I’m not touching myself. He didn’t say I couldn’t move, just that I had to keep my hands on him.
“Oh, fuck…” he grunts as his hands grip my head, fingers sliding through my hair.
His grip is tight, and I can tell he wants to move, but he’s holding back.
I have half a mind to tell him he can fuck my mouth how he wants, I’ll keep up.
Now that his dick is in my mouth, it’s not as terrifying.
I breathe through my nose as I start to move, building a rhythm.
His fingers play with my hair the same way they played with the button of my shirt.
Twisting, tugging, stroking. It’s relaxing, and my body responds involuntarily to the touch.
I groan and take more of him, until I can’t take any more.
I stop as my entire body tenses and my balls draw tight.
Oh no.
No, I can’t come yet. I can’t—
My heart beats like a freight train as his fingers slide through my hair and he starts to fuck my mouth.
I dig my fingernails into his ass, trying to focus on not coming, but when he picks up the pace and I start to choke. I feel my orgasm barreling toward me.
“Hudson…” I cry around his dick, my words muffled by his motions. I can’t breathe. My eyes water and drool collects down my chin as he fucks my mouth, hard and fast. I feel every bit of tension, every bit of hunger. Hudson doesn’t go easy on me.
He uses my mouth exactly how he wants to, and knowing how much he’s enjoying it makes me enjoy it, too. Too much, I’m afraid, because I know he’s close. I can feel it in his erratic thrusts, in his rapid breath and his harsh grip. And so am I.
Shit, shit, shit. He’s going to come! The realization makes me tense, because the idea of swallowing his cum grosses me out, but I shove the thought back because I don’t have time to think.
Fuck! He’s going to come!
Hudson slams his dick into the back of my throat, and that’s all it takes. I barely have a chance to suck in a breath as he lets out a heavy groan and comes down my throat. I cry out around his spasming dick because I can’t hold off. My orgasm hits me like a brick to the chest.
I come hard.
Harder than I think I ever have in my life. I’m seeing stars.
Between Hudson spilling his load down my throat and my muffled moans, I can’t breathe.
My fingers loosen their grip on his ass, and my entire body goes limp. It’s like a weight I didn’t know I was carrying just…disappears.
My choked sounds turn to whispers as he holds my head in place, his fingers stroking my hair softly.
It’s a strange thing—to feel this kind of soft touch from Hudson.
He keeps his dick in my mouth, even though he’s done. He stays there until he goes soft, threading his fingers through my hair, and I almost forget what we were arguing about.
I almost forget about everything but this feeling. It’s intense. My mind feels like a bomb has gone off inside of it, and my body feels like it’s going numb. Ecstasy doesn’t even begin to describe it.
I let go of him because I suddenly feel exhausted, and he pulls out of my mouth. I look up at him, unsure how he’s feeling.
“We good?” I ask, my voice a little shaky. I feel drunk, but I haven’t had a drop to drink.
Hudson nods as he stares at me with wonder.
“Yeah,” he says, his gaze drifting from my face to my dick. I look down and tense.
“Fuck…” I whisper as embarrassment floods my cheeks because of the mess I made.
My cum is all over my legs and the floor, and there’s a little on Hudson’s leg…
“Sorry,” I say, carefully standing up. Hudson watches me intently. “I’ll just uh—” I clear my throat, feeling lightheaded. “I’m going to go clea—”
Hudson grabs me by the throat, his mouth finding mine once more. The words die on my tongue as he kisses me, but this time it’s not a rush, nor is it feverish.
It’s slow and deep and feels like it goes on forever.
When he pulls away, he shakes his head.
“No,” he says. “I’ll do it.”
He grabs my hand, sliding his fingers between mine. I look to where he grabs me, my mind a mess.
I feel everything and nothing all at the same time. It’s like someone scrambled my brain. Crossed all my wires. I’m here, but I’m not.
I blink as he tugs my hand, and I realize he’s pulling me toward the bathroom.
I follow him as he turns the shower on and pulls us both under the hot spray.
It’s like an out of body experience or something.
I have half a mind to protest and tell him I can shower by myself, but when he starts shampooing my hair and massaging my scalp, it feels too good to protest. So I don’t.
I let him do what he wants to me, once again completely at his mercy. And it feels so fucking good.
Neither of us speaks a word the entire time.
Hudson takes his time as he washes me, and all I can do is stare at him.
All I can do is focus on his kiss-swollen lips and that spot on his neck that when I kiss him, elicits those perfect sounds from his throat.
On his sharp jaw. I lean forward and kiss his jaw because the urge to do so is too strong to resist, and I’m tired.
I’m so fucking tired all of a sudden.
Hudson doesn’t say anything. He just smirks and kisses me on the mouth, soft and swift.
There’s about a hundred things running through my mind that I want to say, but it seems the part of my brain that makes my mouth work and the words come out has stopped working.
Along with my limbs.
Hudson shuts the water off and dries me with a towel. I manage to make my hands move enough to do the same for him, even drying his hair. He grabs my hand again and leads me out the bathroom, toward the king-size bed, where he lets go to pull down the sheets.
I blink, suddenly remembering how to speak.
“Is this the part where we cuddle?” I say sarcastically, my voice a little raspy.
I expect him to brush me off like last time. But to my surprise, he doesn’t.
He just nods, motioning for me to get into bed. He looks like he wants to say something, but whatever it is, he is holding back. If I was in my right mind, I’d ask him what it is. Tell him he can tell me anything.
But my mind is clearly fucked, and I feel the crash coming quickly.
So I don’t ask. I don’t push.
I get in bed, and Hudson does the same. The minute my head hits the pillow, my eyelids get heavy.
I throw my arm over Hudson’s hip and pull him close, burying my face in his chest. He smells like hotel shampoo and soap and one hundred things I don’t understand.
But his body is warm and solid and I feel like I can finally breathe, and the one thing I do understand is the sound of his heartbeat.
It’s not racing anymore. His breath is steady.
Relaxed. I listen to the sound of his heartbeat and it’s like a lullaby I’ve never known existed. Nothing makes sense right now.
He doesn’t hold me. He doesn’t speak. He just runs his fingers through my hair while I listen to his heartbeat until sleep steals me from him once more. And I swear as I’m drifting off, I hear him whisper, “It doesn’t have to mean anything.”