Chapter 37
CHAPTER
THIRTY-SEVEN
HUDSON
“ I ’m going back to your place,” I tell Wilde before we’ve even stepped foot out of the Lair. “I’m sore. Don’t make me go all the way home. No arguments, just this once, okay?”
My whole body is burning up and covered in welts, but damn, that was fucking fun. I don’t think my adrenaline has run so high in … forever. I’m bouncing on my toes, ready to go another round, even as my shoulders are bunched up and tightening uncomfortably with all those hits I made.
I’m going to be sore tomorrow.
“I didn’t drive,” he warns, but that sounds like a yes, which I wasn’t expecting.
“I’m okay with walking.”
He takes off into the forest, and I follow him like a good little puppy. My blood is pumping after tonight, and the last thing I want is to go home and sleep. I want to fucking skydive. Or sing karaoke. Or … Or … “Shit, I’m buzzed. ”
“Why do you think I always end up in Wayward after a match?”
I catch up to him, understanding better than ever. “Good thing you don’t need to go that far tonight.”
Wilde doesn’t agree, and I give him more time than my patience wants me to.
“Right?” I demand.
“Haven’t decided yet.”
It’s a fair answer. I know it is. We haven’t promised each other anything, and nonexclusive has been the name of all my relationships … maybe ever. Doesn’t stop my jaw from clenching though. “Why? You wanna fuck, and I wanna fuck. Why waste the fuel?”
“The fuel?”
“Exactly.”
He stops, barely visible in the dark, but maybe he can see better than I can because I can feel him watching me. “You’re worth more than a tank of fuel, Hudson.”
Nerves launch in my gut as he keeps walking. “So you’ll stay?”
“I didn’t say that.”
I have to bite down on my lip to stop from arguing with him. Wilde isn’t going to give me more, so I have to give him something he can’t say no to. Tempt him into staying. Make sure that Wayward doesn’t even cross his mind.
I’m still scrambling for a plan when we reach his house, and something catches my eye in the moonlight.
His outdoor shower.
I’m sweaty and gross from our match, so I have a good reason to use it. A good reason other than wanting to get naked in front of him and drive him out of his mind.
“Enjoy your night,” I tell him, breaking from his side and approaching the back of the house. It’s a nice night, and a warm shower sounds like fucking heaven.
I pull my shirt up over my head, then switch the shower on. It doesn’t take long to heat up, and I decide then and there that I’m not suffering through any more cold showers at home when he has this one right here.
“What are you doing?” Wilde asks as I kick out of my shorts. My dick is already at half-mast, and if he does still try to abandon me, I don’t trust myself not to chase his car down. I haven’t needed him to fuck me as badly as I do tonight.
Sex after a fight is something I haven’t tried before, but with how I’m already humming, I’ll bet it’s intense.
“Showering,” I tell him. “You got me so filthy back there.”
I step under the water, facing him, and I tilt my head back under the spray. Even without looking, I can feel his eyes on me, and damn if that doesn’t make my dick thicken in an instant.
I refuse to look over at him, but it’s hard to keep my resolve when Wilde stays completely silent. When there are no hands on me or the sound of clothes hitting the floor. Wilde is still the most stubborn man I’ve ever met, and while it’s annoying, I also wouldn’t want that to change.
Slowly, I blink the water out of my eyes and look over at where I left him. He’s settled on a chair, watching me, and a spark of triumph flows through my veins. If Wilde wants a show, I’ll give it to him.
My hand follows the water down my chest, over my abs, until I wrap it around my thickening cock. Fuck, I love being horny. I love sex, and I love the high that comes with it, even if every time I’m with Wilde, I expect things to crash right after. It never happens, but I can’t shake that feeling.
It’s like shame and regret are built into my DNA, and I’m questioning how to function when that familiar flood of emotion doesn’t happen. It’s not like I’ve upped my standards with Wilde, but I don’t completely hate myself for sleeping with him.
Is this what respect looks like?
I’m not about to analyze that when the feel of my hand moving over my needy shaft is taking all my focus.
He’s watching me, blatantly taking in my body, gaze moving from my pecs to my abs to my dick and back again.
Something about the predatory look in his eyes has my gut heating more than the hot water has been able to.
The throbbing, lusty need pouring into me is begging for Wilde to get up and join me, but he only shifts lower in the chair, legs widening, hard cock standing proudly beneath his loose gym shorts. The sight of that rigid outline makes my balls ache.
“Thought you were leaving,” I mutter.
“I was.”
“So go.”
His tongue appears to swipe over his lips. “You know exactly what you’re doing to me, Hudson.”
Then he fishes out that magnificent cock.
We lock eyes, maybe six feet apart, silently stroking ourselves and wishing one of us would cross the distance.
I could come like this. From him watching me and getting turned on by the sight of my body.
I might not do a whole lot right, but I look after myself, and feeling in his stare how much he appreciates my efforts bubbles a flood of happiness to my brain.
“Come here,” slips out before I can stop it.
With barely a shift in his expression, I can already tell he’s going to deny me, so I get in first.
“Now.”
“Now?”
I nod, uncertain but determined. “I really need your cock in my mouth. ”
Wilde’s harsh curse spikes me with victory, and he tugs his shirt aggressively over his head. He pushes onto his mouthwateringly strong legs, shoves his shorts down, and then he’s naked in the moonlight, muscle and hair and skin and scars, all on display for me.
Something new trickles through the lust.
Something raw and unexpected but equally as exciting.
Does anyone else who’s ever been with him know what they missed out on?
He approaches slowly, like an easily spooked animal, and once he’s close enough, I step back to give him room under the water.
He grabs a bottle of soap from behind me and pours some out into his hand before passing it over.
Then we wash ourselves, mouths saying nothing while his eyes tell me everything.
He wants to devour me.
I wait until he’s finished, until he runs his head under the spray, loose curls flattening under the water, and then those eyes pop back open and hook me.
“Your eyelashes ,” he grits out as his hand cups my jaw. “I want to see them all wet like that while you look up at me from your knees with your mouth stuffed full of my cock.”
I shiver with need. “Is that an invitation?”
“Take it as a demand.”
I should be embarrassed by how much that turns me on, but instead, I play right into his fantasies. I lean under the shower, making sure the water hits my eyes, and then I sink down to my knees.
Wilde towers over me; that solid body built through decades of hard work makes me feel small and powerless like this, and I don’t think I’ve ever experienced that sensation before him.
I look up at Wilde through my eyelashes, watching his chest shudder under a sudden breath. Then, with the most innocent look I can manage, I lean forward and suck him into my mouth.
He’s already salty with precum, tip smooth against my tongue, but I don’t stop to enjoy it as I hold his gaze and slowly sink down onto every inch. I massage the ridge and his swollen vein with my tongue until his tip nudges at my throat, and I relax, letting him push forward into it.
Wilde’s fingers tangle in my hair as he pulls back and feeds me his cock, again and again, teasingly at first but then less controlled.
And as much as I’d love for him to blow in my mouth again, I need him to fuck me. Need it like I might fall apart if he doesn’t.
So I pull off before he can get too excited, then push to my feet.
“Not tonight,” I tell him. “Tonight, I want you in my ass.”
He switches off the water and grabs a towel. I watch as he dries off as fast as he can, then tosses it at me.
“I’ll be back in a second. Start prepping yourself.”
“With no lube?”
“You’ll figure it out.”
His long, heavy strides take him away from me, and I’ve already scrubbed as much water as possible off my body by the time he gets to the house.
I spit onto my fingers, then reach around and press a finger into my hole.
I’m experienced at bottoming, and sometimes spit is enough, but if it’s up to me, I’ll ride his cock for hours, and spit doesn’t last that long.
If Wilde doesn’t come back with lube and at least three condoms, he’s going to be wildly unprepared.
I’ve just pressed a second finger inside my hole and started stretching myself open when he walks back outside. He’s carrying the lube, and it takes me a moment to realize he’s already wearing the condom, and his dick is glossy .
“Started without me?” I ask, pointing to it.
His gaze casts over the yard. “Come with me.”
He leads us over to an orange-and-beige striped hammock strung between two thick tree trunks.
“There’s no way this will work.”
He holds it open and tosses the bottle inside. “Get in and move to the other side.”
I’m still doubtful, but fuck it. I’ve done worse things to get laid.
Wilde holds it steady while I climb in, and a moment later, he follows. The hammock gives a concerning swing before it settles, and then … then I don’t hate this idea so much.
Wilde’s body presses in snug behind mine, the tension in the hammock forcing us together in a way that makes my gut swim. His nose brushes behind my ear, and he hooks a leg up to rest on my hip.
“You good?”