27. Chapter Twenty-Seven #2
“Not that I’d want to go in the water,” he adds.
“No? Why not?”
“Sharks.”
Laughing, I can’t help but grin as I angle myself closer to him. I tug him into my space, my lips going for the spot on his neck, beneath his ear. That spot I know makes him melt.
“It’s not shark season,” I say, my lips finding his warm skin. Hudson leans his head back and a heavy sigh escapes him.
“It doesn’t have to be,” he argues. “Sharks can swim in up to three feet of water.”
He cranes his neck, giving me more access. My lips travel down and gently suck his flesh, relishing in the heat of his skin, the slight saltiness from his sweat.
I groan without thinking.
God, I’ve fucking missed this.
I’ve missed him so much.
“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll protect you from Jaws.”
Hudson laughs and the sound is deep, smooth, and sexy as fuck.
“Trey…” He moans, his voice tinged with humor as much as it is lust.
I wrap both arms around his waist and pull him close, nuzzling his neck. His hair tickles my face, his stubble rough against my cheek.
“You can go out there, if you want,” I whisper. His fingers find my knuckles and he slides them swiftly along the back of my hand. It’s a gentle touch, almost…
Loving.
“I can get us drinks… order take out?”
“Take out?” he says, his voice soft, almost dreamlike.
His fingers continue to trace lines along the back of my hands.
“Mhmm. There’s this little sandwich shop down the road… they make a phenomenal chicken and waffle sandwich.” I grin against his neck.
“Oh, really?” he says, his voice full of teasing. “I thought you didn’t like chicken and waffles,” he says humorously.
“Guess I’ve acquired a taste,” I chuckle. “They drizzle this hot chili pepper honey on it, and it’s amazing.”
One hand slides down his stomach slowly, until I find his dick already half-hard beneath his pants. I let out a moan of my own.
I close my eyes and kiss his neck, squeezing his cock through his pants, and he groans.
I don’t know what it is—the fact I haven’t seen him in weeks, or him being here, in my house, or if it’s just the way his body fits against mine like the most natural thing in the world, but whatever it is, I realize how badly I want this.
No, how badly I need this.
Him.
“Or…” He rolls his head back onto my shoulder, his breath catching in his throat. I feel his hand come up behind me, his fingers grasping onto my hair with a welcome roughness that makes my dick throb.
I don’t bother hiding how hard he makes me, it’s damn near impossible.
And I don’t want to hide how he makes me feel, especially not from him.
“Or what?” I mutter as my lips find their way up his neck, to his jaw. His stubble is rough against my lips, but it feels good.
“Or…” His voice strains, and he lets out another heavy, heated breath as he pushes his ass back against me.
I chuckle as I stroke his cock through his pants and he moans. I thrust my dick against his ass, nudging his legs apart as I trace my lips along his skin.
For a moment, it’s quiet and all that can be heard is his heavy breath and my rapid heartbeat. And then, he speaks, his voice deep and full of desire.
“You can fuck me.”
I stop my assault on his neck, pulling back to look at him. His cock throbs in my hand as my own twitches against him.
He looks up at me with cloudy eyes full of curiosity and fear, like he’s afraid I’m going to say no. Like he’s afraid he’s said something terrifying.
And maybe in a way it is—though he’s admitted he wants me to fuck him, it’s another thing to hear him ask me like this.
I let those words settle on me for a moment, taste them for what they mean.
“Is that what you want?” I ask, looking down into his amber eyes.
Hudson holds my gaze steady.
He nods.
“I’ve thought about it, yes.”
“Okay,” I whisper, turning him around. I lean down and kiss him, needing to feel his lips against mine. He stumbles, not expecting the shift, but I hold him and keep him from falling. His hands find my chest as he looks up at me.
I kiss his neck, beneath his ear, his mouth.
His jaw. I lead him back slowly until he’s against the edge of my bed.
He stumbles, bracing one hand out, and the soft bedding breaks his fall, and he looks up at me with those wide amber eyes and long eyelashes, his kiss-swollen lips parted as he takes me in, and I realize how much he needs this.
How much he needs me.
Because no one has ever looked at me the way he’s looking at me right now.
I remove my shirt slowly, watching the way his gaze fixates on me.
On my chest. I make a show of sliding my shorts and my briefs down, slipping my feet out of my slides.
Absent-mindedly, I grab my cock and Hudson curses under his breath.
His gaze roves over me with hunger and his breaths come in faster.
I move toward him to help him undress, but he beats me to it, taking his shirt, his pants, and his underwear off faster than I’ve ever seen him do before.
He’s naked, his thick cock bouncing freely. I carefully make my way to my nightstand, closing my eyes for a moment and savoring it. I know he can’t see me from this angle and there’s no way he knows how nervous I am. Not because I’ve never done this, or because he’s a guy.
No, this is different. This isn’t just sex, and I know that. And I think, on some level, he knows that, too.
But maybe that’s a good thing.
I open the drawer and pull out both the brand new bottle of lube I’d purchased and a brand new pack of condoms. I turn to see him as he palms his cock, watching me with blown pupils.
“Trey,” he breathes my name as I toss the lube and the condoms on the bed carefully. They land beside him as I slowly crawl onto the bed.
I take in the sight of him like this. Wide shoulders, hard chest. Sharp angles and soft edges blended into one. His dick gleams under the light with a string of precum.
“Yeah, baby?” I ask as I straddle him, forcing him back to the center of my bed. His body goes completely limp, and he collapses beneath me like a deck of cards.
“Holy fuck,” he whispers as I grind my cock against his. “You are so hot right now.”
I grab the lube and warm it between my fingers before pushing his legs apart and finding his tight entrance and get an idea.
There’s one thing I’ve thought about doing that I wasn’t sure I would ever feel comfortable with, but looking at him now, like this… I want to.
I feel like Hudson makes me want things I never thought I would, and every time I give in, it feels so fucking good.
“On your knees,” I say, holding his gaze.
Hudson’s eyebrows shoot up.
“Wh-what?”
“I want you on your fucking knees,” I tell him slowly. “Legs spread.”
Hudson lets out a faint grunt, and I don’t miss the way his dick bounces, spurting another bout of precum, and can’t help but grin. Knowing I’m the reason. It’s… intoxicating.
I smack his thigh lightly, and he comes back to the present, because he flips over quickly and does just as I ask, spreading his legs for me.
My heartbeat quickens as I look at him like this, his perfect, round ass on display, precum dripping from his thick, hard dick onto my damn comforter.
I run one hand over his ass cheek and grab it, and then I close my eyes and suck on one of his balls, and he curses.
I roll my tongue around it before I lick my way up to his tight entrance and let myself taste him.
“Oh fuck.” He sucks in a breath, pushing his ass against me with a grunt.
He doesn’t taste bad.
A little musky and bitter, but I’ve tasted worse things in my life. This…
I think I like this, if my aching cock is anything to go by. Or maybe it’s just him.
Hudson.
So I do it again. I kiss and bite and suck and probe his hole with my tongue until he’s riding my face, and then I stop, only because I’m going to come if I don’t, and I don’t want to yet. I want him to come first.
I pour lube into my palms, spreading it onto my fingers to warm it before I start massaging his hole.
This isn’t the first time I’ve had my dick in someone’s ass, and I try to be thorough and gentle, remembering what it felt like for me when he did these things, even though it’s been months. So I do my best to repeat that, knowing how it feels.
He grunts as he clenches my finger, his body tensing.
“Relax,” I say as I massage his rim softly with my thumb.
“I’m trying.”
“I’m not going to hurt you.”
He relaxes a little.
“I know you won’t,” he says, his voice almost a whisper.
I fuck him slowly with my finger. When he starts thrusting against me, I carefully slip a second finger in, and it goes in rather swiftly.
He groans, bucking back against my fingers.
I curl my fingers, brushing against his prostate, and he swears so loud I’m almost certain my neighbors will hear him despite the walls being thick as hell.
“I take it that felt good?” I ask with a deep laugh.
“Do it again,” Hudson orders.
I chuckle, wanting to give him exactly what he wants because, hell I want it too.
I slowly stroke his prostate until he’s writhing against my fingers, begging me to fuck him.
“Please,” he huffs out.
The sight of him like this…
Fucking my fingers, dick leaking onto my damn comforter, broad, tense shoulders…
Jesus, it’s the hottest thing I’ve seen.
I grunt as I try to hold back my own burgeoning ache.
“Trey…” His voice is strained and high-pitched.
“Yeah?”
“I’m ready,” he says, his voice so much more confident than how I feel right now.
“Are you sure?” I ask, slowly sliding my fingers out.
He nods, looking at me over his shoulder.
“Yes.”
I reach for the condoms, noting the way he’s watching me.
He watches me over his shoulder in silence as I tear open the packet, as I roll it over my cock. He never takes his eyes off of me. I add a little more lube to his hole, massaging him before spreading a small amount to myself.
“Do you want to stay like this?” I ask. “Or do you want to move to your back?”
Hudson licks his lips, his amber eyes sparkling with interest.