27. Chapter Twenty-Seven #3
“How do you want to do it?”
I don’t have to think about my answer.
“Like this,” I say as I guide my dick between his cheeks and slide it over his hole, spreading the lube as his cheeks clench. “I want to watch as I fuck you.”
I’ve fantasized about this a lot, especially these last couple months while I’ve been away; uncertain if I’d ever actually be in this position, and now that I am…
“Then that’s how I want it, too,” he says, his voice strong and clear.
I suck in a deep breath as I position my cock at his entrance and push slightly into him. He clenches and his body stiffens, and I rub his ass with my hand.
“Let me in, Huds,” I say, pulling his cheeks apart to give myself a little more room.
“I’m trying,” he bites, wiggling his ass at me as his shoulders tense.
I reach around to find his dick to distract him.
That seems to help, because the minute I start stroking him, his shoulders loosen and I slide in another couple inches.
“That’s it,” I breathe. “You’re doing so good, baby.”
Hudson groans, thrusting back against my cock as I spread his precum over his shaft. Mixed with the lube from my hand, he slides through my fist easily.
With my free hand, I grab his hip and push in a little further. He sucks in a breath.
“You okay?” I ask. His legs are shaking and he’s breathing heavily.
He nods. “Just keep going. I want more.”
I pull back and thrust back into him, repeating the motion until I breach his resistance. Once I do, I nearly topple forward as I bottom out and Hudson groans.
We just stay there, frozen, my dick throbbing inside him, and then I pull out of him and slide back in.
I watch my dick disappear into his tightness, feel his cock weeping with arousal against my palm as I stroke him. His breathy moans are like music to my ears.
He pushes back against my cock, riding me from below, and I’m not going to last long.
“Hudson…” I grunt.
“What?” his voice is barely recognizable.
“Not yet,” I mutter as my body starts moving on instinct. I thrust into him, relishing in the warmth, the tight feel of him around my cock.
“Please…” I pull him back against me, my lips finding his neck. My hand on his cock jerks him.
“I can’t—” I swallow hard, the words getting stuck in my throat.
I need you.
I want you.
Come for me, please.
I fucking love you so much.
Hudson turns to find my mouth, and it’s like somehow, he just understands. He understands the things I can’t say. The things I need.
“Come with me,” he says softly. “Trey.”
I fall back on my heels, pulling him with me. The motion drives me deeper inside him until there’s nowhere else either of us can go. His body is heavy on top of me, but it feels so good.
A crushing weight of desire and love, and things left unspoken.
I kiss his neck. He rolls his hips back, and there’s no holding back.
“Fuck, I’m coming,” I breathe as I grip his hip tight, holding him in place while I come.
“Me, too,” he says, his voice a low moan. His cum fills my hand, and we both fall against the bed. All that can be heard is our heavy breaths in the silent air. I look up, out the window, noting the bright pink and purple sunset. I relish the feel of him like this.
In my arms, with my cock buried in him. His heartbeat racing beneath my palm.
I run my fingers through his hair and kiss him everywhere I can reach.
“Fuck,” I mutter, grinning against his neck. “That was amazing.”
Hudson doesn’t say anything, and I tense, worried something’s wrong.
He sighs and I swear it’s the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard.
“Uh-huh,” he mutters.
I smile. “Can you speak?”
He shakes his head. “Uh-uh.”
I laugh and kiss his cheek as I slide out of him, and he groans in disappointment.
“I’m going to clean up and order dinner,” I say.
He nods. “Uh-huh.”
I roll over until I’m off the bed and dispose of my filled condom, wash my hands, and grab a pair of fresh underwear. When I turn around, I note Hudson’s asleep. Soundly.
I smirk as I head to the bathroom and grab a warm washcloth to clean him up. I’m sure he’s tired from the flight and the great sex.
It was pretty fucking awesome, and I’m a little tired, too. Not going to lie.
When I get him all cleaned up, I grab the lube and condom packs from the bed and grab the throw from the base of my bed and spread it out over top of him. Then I pop the sliding glass door a couple inches, because you can always hear the waves best when it gets dark.
I order our food, which is quoted thirty minutes.
The whole time, I just relax on my balcony, checking periodically on Hudson.
When the food is dropped off, forty-five minutes later, I get it from the front door and bring it out onto the balcony, setting up the bags on the oversized chaise lounge and take a seat in the middle with my food and a couple beers from the fridge.
I’m halfway through my poke bowl when I hear the door open and look up to see Hudson, wrapped in my blanket, his hair a mess, sticking out at all sides. He rubs his eyes.
“Sorry,” he mutters. “Didn’t mean to pass out on you.”
“It’s okay,” I say, my voice cracking. Because as I look at him—here in my house, covered in my things, freshly fucked and satisfied, I can’t help myself.
“I love you,” I whisper. Hudson blinks, clearly not expecting my blunder. “Shit, I mean—”
The shock fades, replaced by a sweet, almost innocent smirk.
He closes the few inches between us and gets on the chaise next to me, peeking into one of the bags, and I think for a minute he’s not going to say anything.
I can’t breathe. I think I’m going to pass out.
He pulls out his box with the chicken and waffles sandwich and fries, popping it open, and I think time has stopped.
And then he leans into my space, box in hand and smirks.
“I know,” he says, his voice even and warm.
“You… know?” I ask, my heart beating so loud I think it’s going to escape my damn chest.
Hudson grabs a fry and pops it in his mouth. The only light out here is that of the streetlights and my balcony porch light, the sound of the waves almost as loud as my heart.
Hudson nods.
“Mhmm.”
I swallow hard as he picks up his sandwich and takes a bite.
“Fuck… you were right. This is good.”
He looks up at me, and then sets his sandwich down. He opens his arms with the blanket and nods for me to get closer. So I do. He wraps the blanket around my shoulders and settles against me.
I told him I love him.
He didn’t freak out, but…
He didn’t say it back, either.
That shouldn’t bother me, because it’s never bothered me before.
Maybe because I’ve never really felt love like this.
Maybe I’ve never really been in love before.
Until now…
“Relax,” he says. “I’m not going anywhere.”
I look at him, my heart in my throat.
I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anyone to say those words back so bad in my life.
But I know better than to push. Maybe I’m not the only one who needs time.
So I smile as I steal a fry.
“Better not,” I say. “The sharks come out at night, you know.”
He blinks.
“What?”
I lean into him and kiss him swiftly.
“But only if you don’t share your fries.”
“Fuck you, Trey.” He laughs.
And for a moment I pretend that he means something else.
What’s a little white lie if we’re only telling it to ourselves, right?