Page 95 of Wilde's End
“I wasn’t expecting you tonight.”
Considering we saw each other a few hours ago, he had no reason to. I’m glad he doesn’t call me out on it, doesn’t question me, because I’m not sure what I’d tell him if he did.
For once, I can’t keep my questions inside. “Then why was your window open?”
His teasing lips curl upward. “Because I’m always hoping anyway.”
In the dark, I can’t make out his eyes, but I’m sure they’re watching me like I’m watching him. My gut is all twisted, and for one strange moment, I picture myself climbing into his bed beside him and … talking?
What the fuck kind of thought is that?
I’m not a selfish man. I’m not someone who thinks about anything but the check box list of things I have to do for this town. I’ve protected the people here for years, and sleeping with someone who’s actively ruining our town is out of character for me. My needs have always been an afterthought, my monthly visits to Wayward all I let myself have out of necessity, so this burning need for more, the way I can’t resist Hudson even though it’s the smart choice … it doesn’t make any sense.
So I stop thinking about it completely. I focus on the sex.
Because that’s the only thing between us that I understand.
“You showered?”
“Yeah, why?”
Nerves attack me, but I ignore those too. “Get on your knees.”
He doesn’t even question me, just rolls over and does what he’s told. I watch the way his shadowy muscles move, givingmyself a moment to really appreciate what a work of fucking art he is.
The way his long back curves in a delicate arch, the round slope of his ass, the tension in his strong thighs, and his soft, sleep-rumpled hair—growing out but still longer on the top and back than the sides—begging for me to slot it between my fingers.
The fact that he’s taken to sleeping naked, always ready for me, warms my blood in the most delicious way.
I strip off my T-shirt and shove my shorts to the floor. I didn’t bother with underwear because I knew I wouldn’t be wearing them for long. I’m here for sex, and that’s it.
My cock hardens as I stalk toward the bed, Hudson watching me from where his head is resting on his crossed arm.
He’s offering himself up for me on a platter, and damn if it’s not the most irresistible sight I’ve ever seen.
I kneel on the mattress behind him, barely able to make out his ready hole in the darkness. Only a small amount of moonlight is peeking in where I didn’t close the makeshift curtain properly, but it’s enough. Enough to throw these nights and what we’re doing into the illusion of a hazy dream.
It means that come tomorrow, I can pretend like it didn’t happen. Pretend like I’m not weak and becoming obsessively needy for him.
Fuck it. I’m here now. There’s no pretending when my cock is full and I’m staring at his ass like it might disappear if I look away.
I dive right in.
He twitches at my touch, and I bury my face between his cheeks, tongue swiping his hole. The way Hudson shivers under my palms only encourages me, and I kiss and suck at the sensitive skin. As much as I’d love to fuck him tonight, even I know thatmy leg will get in my way, so I’m going to be content to eat him out.
Apparently, Hudson has no complaints as a long moan leaves him.
Hearing him so vocally enjoying himself is a turn-on, and I double down on softening his hole. I tease the sensitive flesh, lick and stroke until he’s ready for me to slip my tongue inside.
He’s tight but pliant, relaxing around me and giving me more room to move. I bury my tongue as deeply as I can, and then I start to fuck him with it.
I’m not gentle. Not when I’m this hungry for him. My tongue spears into him over and over as I eat his hole like a starving man. Spit runs down his crease, and I reach up to cradle his tight balls as he rocks back onto my face.
“You like that, don’t you, city boy?” I tease his rim again. “You like riding my tongue.”
“Touch my dick,” he begs. “I need it.”
I slip my hand from his balls and up between his legs to grip his shaft. He’s got such a beautiful dick, and feeling the weight of it in my hand is addictive. I keep fucking his hole as I stroke him, hard and fast, needing him to come before my jaw aches. Even like this, my leg is getting stiff, but it’s not going to stop me from making him feel good.
