Page 55 of The New Guy
“Sir has some tightness in his balls,” I complain.
“Mmm. I see.” One slicked up hand moves to my sac and strokes lightly.
“Ohhhh fuck.” I widen my legs to give him better access. And it feels dirty—like I’m offering myself to him.
“Verynice, sir,” he says in a low voice. And before I can say a word, he leans over and slides my cock onto his tongue.
I’m so surprised that I practically arch off the floor. I let out a monster groan as he begins to lick me from base to tip.
My surprise doubles as I realize how good Hudson is at this. I wasn’t even sure this was a thing he’d enjoy. But he obviously does. He slips the head into his mouth and sucks me just as attentively as he massaged my neck.
And his hands are everywhere—cupping my balls and naughtily stroking my taint.
“That is…wow,” I stammer. “You’re…unngh.”
His chuckle is muffled.
My toes are already curling. “M-maybe take that down a notch. Sir is going to blow like a geyser.”
He hums. But he also squeezes the base of my cock, and slows down his ministrations from wildly enthusiastic to merely amazing.
I lay there panting, trying not to come, and wondering how I got so lucky. Maybe I should make him soup for dinner again tomorrow…
Hudson hums again, and I push myself up on an elbow so I can watch the show.
He lifts his brown eyes and smiles at me around my dick. Then he reaches down and starts pumping his own cock in his fist.
A flare of heat sparks throughout my body. “Hey, give me that,” I rasp. “I want a turn.”
His answer to this request is even better than I’d hoped. Without releasing me, he maneuvers his body around until he’s lying beside me on the towels, sixty-nine style, his thick cock right there where I can reach it.
All I have to do is roll toward him and latch on. He’s heavy against my tongue, and leaking. And as I take him deeper, he groans, and I get tingles.
Adrenaline is coursing through me. I’m buck naked on the floor, sweaty, covered in massage oil and tangled up with a sexy professional athlete. My latent party boy has finally awoken, and he’s loving his life.
Hudson’s mouth is heaven. But I’m no slouch, either. I stroke his sac until he moans. We’re basically a human pretzel of desire, two competitors in a heated contest to out-please the other.
We’re both winning. But then Hudson presses his thumb against my ass and rubs my hole. And it gives me such dirty visions that I moan around his cock.
Suddenly, neither one of us is in the mood to hold back any longer. I suck him harder as he thrusts hotly into my mouth. And he deep-throats me like this is the final round of the All-Star tournament of sex.
And maybe it is, because my balls tighten wickedly. “Look out,” I gasp, as pleasure drowns me.
But he doesn’t back off. He lets me erupt against his tongue. Waves of joy pulse through me, and I pop off with a gasp.
His cock pulses suddenly in my hand, and then he shoots his load all over my chest, while I clumsily stroke him through it.
When he’s done, we just lie there a minute, panting. I’m too sexually satisfied to move.
But Hudson props himself up on an elbow and surveys me. “Hope you don’t mind that I made a mess of you. Because that was the hottest sex of my life.” Then he gives me that scruffy, boyish smile. “Shower?”
My head slumps onto the towel. I still can’t quite believe my good fortune. “Sure. Just a second, while I remember how to stand up.”
NINETEEN
Hudson
Under the warmspray of my shower, Gavin looks blissed out.
