Page 61 of Wilde's End
I’m kicking myself for being in his room in the first place. It’s a clear signal to him that I’m weak. That he’s winning. But when he brushes his fingers along his shaft, I can’t help wetting my dry lips.
City boy or not, Hudson is delicious.
“Oops,” he finally says. “If I’d known you were coming over, I would have thrown on something decent.” The natural curl to his lips hitches higher as his fingers ghost a trail over his balls. “Silly me. Being all exposed like this. There’s no telling who’ll creep through an open window.”
He tugs his balls down casually before slipping both hands behind his head. He’s laid out, offering himself up for whatever Ihave in mind, and it’s like a drug the way it makes my brain fizzle.
I want to stride over there and swallow his cock whole. The taste of his cum is never far from my thoughts, and my mouth is watering over the thought of enjoying him again. But I’ve already given him the upper hand once. He wants me to go to him.
It’s not going to fucking happen that way.
I drop one of my hands to readjust my cock into a more comfortable position, but I know it won’t be comfortable until it’s inside him, and tonight … I really want his mouth. That sexy mouth that never shuts up won’t have a choice when it’s full of my dick. I’m aching for it, and there are so many ways we can do this that I’m struggling to choose where to start.
Hudson draws circles around the bruises on his thigh, the purple already seeping away and leaving a greenish-yellow tint. “You’re not even going to say hello?” His innocent tone isn’t fooling me.
I don’t humor him.
“It’s polite, you know,” he pushes.
“I’m not polite.”
His narrowed eyes light up at my response. “Love when your voice sounds like that.”
“Like what?”
“Like you haven’t used it all day, and now you’re fighting yourself over replying, but you want me too badly to shut up.”
Every part of that is unfortunately accurate. I can go days without talking to people, and it suits me fine, but Hudson knows how to bring it out. How to taunt me until I don’t stop to think, just speak, and I need to get better at controlling myself.
Hudson shifts his legs wider, and I have to force out a deep exhale to stop from giving in and closing the distance between us.
“Don’t you want to touch me?”
He knows I do. Being here tells him that, but so does the way my gaze can’t stop roaming over his body. He’s not a hairy man, and I don’t know if that’s natural or on purpose since he’s shaved his balls since we were together the other night. I don’t understand the obsession with manscaping. Give me hairy and rough and masculine any day.
Not gorgeous city boys.
My standards should be higher than this.
They never are.
I finally give in to rubbing myself through my jeans. “Come here.”
Surprisingly, he doesn’t argue, but before he can stand, I stop him.
“No.” We lock eyes. “I want you to crawl to me.”
A beat passes with only the twitch of his mouth. “Crawl?”
“Yes.”
“You want me to crawl?”
I widen my stance, getting comfortable. “What’s wrong? Don’t know what that word means?”
“No, I do.”
“Then get on with it.”
