Page 96 of Wilde's End
“You were right,” he says, thrusting into my hand. “The beard stays. Forever.Oh fuck, it feels good. So good. Shit. I … I …”
He’s deliriously rambling, but it only takes another few seconds before his cock thickens in my hand and unloads. Each throb of his release against my palm turns my brain to mush.
I wait for him to finish before I release him and straighten, ready for my own relief.
I slip my length between his cheeks and squeeze them together. My gaze is locked on the sight of his ass cupping mycock as I thrust. The pain in my leg is almost blinding, but I can’t stop myself. It’s a race between what will give out first: my orgasm or my thigh, and I’m so simmeringly, frustratingly close to the edge that I can’t give up now.
Not when it’s Hudson in front of me. Not when the muscles in his ass are shuddering around my cock with every thrust. Not when I’m homed in on the sight of my swollen tip poking out the top of the muscles and being swallowed again between them. It skims his wet, gaping hole, and Hudson’s pushing back, hand on the wall in front of him, trying to stop us both from toppling off the bed.
Slowly, the pain sinks into oblivion as my orgasm clouds my mind.
“Come on me,” he rasps. “Cover me in it.”
My eyes roll back at the request, and everything gets to be too much. I thrust against him, animal urges taking over as my brain goes offline and I barrel toward the finish line. I’m too sensitive, too tight, skin burning up and heat building in my cheeks until the rippling from my spine fills my balls and I come.
I’ve lost track of anything other than how amazing I feel, and when my muscles lose their tension and I’m able to blink the fog away, I look down at my work. At the glistening cum streaking his back and running down his crease.
I peel myself away from him, and even with the shadows, there’s no hiding how well used he is. Hole stretched, cum dripping down his balls, prickling rash building from my beard against his skin. It’s fucking beautiful.
Satisfaction surges so deep and fulfilling through my body that it catches me off guard.
I back away, not sure I’m even breathing properly yet, and limp on weak legs to where I left my clothes. Now that I came mybrains out, my leg is punishing me for what I put it through, but I ignore it as I get dressed and head for the window.
Hudson’s watching me. He’s always watching me. And while I don’t feel right to come and leave, the hesitance at all pisses me off. I’ve never had an issue with it before. It’s what I’ve been doing for years. Sex and then go separate ways. It’s easy.
It’ssupposedto be easy.
I pause when I get to the window, and of course, Hudson can’t leave it alone.
“Will I see you tomorrow?”
Yes. “No.”
“I’ll be ready the next night, then.”
I bite down on my lip because as much as I want to deny it, what’s the point? By then, I’ll be just as out of control as I was tonight. It’ll be a goddamn miracle if I don’t end up here tomorrow night anyway. I ignore the pull to stay. I ignore the pull to answer.
I climb back out of his window and limp my way back to my truck.
The pain is throbbing so badly I’m tempted to go to Booker for painkillers, but I won’t. I’ve gotten through broken bones without them before, so I’ll get through this. I don’t want any of that shit in my system.
Besides, no matter how much it hurts, I don’t regret it.
That was worth every bit of pain I’m going through.
CHAPTER
THIRTY-FIVE
HUDSON
Between my days working and my nights being railed by Wilde, I can’t remember ever feeling this settled in one place. What started as a creepy town in the middle of nowhere is becoming more familiar, more real, and I can’t deny that I’ve got a connection growing to this place that I never would have expected.
Which I obviously can’t let happen.
One morning, after having my guts thoroughly rearranged the night before, I leave on the bike before the sun even comes up and go and visit someone I’ve only ever met once.
Gracie Raylon is already outside, filling a bowl with blueberries from the bush beside her house, and she immediately recognizes me when I pull up and take the helmet off.
