Page 115 of The New Guy
I laugh, and then run a hand down his abs, stopping just short of his cock. “Fine. If I’m going to do this big, scary thing—if I’m going to get involved for real—I deserve a good banging. Don’t you agree?”
When I curve my hand around his length, he tips his head back and groans. “You deserve something all right.”
Bracing my hands on the mattress, I dip my head and take him onto my tongue. I’ve missed this so much—the salty heat of him. His gasp of pleasure, and the way his thick fingers tangle in my hair.
“Fuck,” he curses as I take him all the way into my mouth. “Yeah. Just like that.”
I pop off him. “Lie down.”
He immediately complies. But then he rolls onto his side, stretches out diagonally, and beckons to me. “Flip around. I’ve got work to do, too.”
When I realize what he’s suggesting, my shiver is pure anticipation. I stretch out, sixty-nine style, taking him into my mouth again. He doesn’t make me wait. A roughened palm takes me in hand. It’s glorious.
I prop myself up on one elbow, so I can glance over my shoulder at his handsome face. The sight of my cock in his hand is wildly stimulating. I clench my thighs together and remember to breathe as he lowers his mouth to my tip.
Wet heat envelops me, and Hudson lets out a moan of pleasure. Not to be outdone, I turn back to the matter at hand. His taste and his scent are making me crazy. And that’s not even counting the hot heaven of his mouth on my cock.
Every last doubt leaves my mind as we lick and nibble and stroke each other. After a time, Hudson releases me. I gasp for air and try to slow my heart rate as he opens my bedside table and pulls out the lube. “Can I?” he asks.
“Yeah,” I croak. Then I shiver, just anticipating what’s to come.
“On your stomach,” he demands.
Another shiver. And the sound of the lube bottle as he coats his fingers. I grab a pillow and hug it under my chest as his naughty hand begins to massage into my crease.
“Christ,” I mumble. My body relaxes against the bed, as if commanded by a higher power.
I haven’t done this in years. But I want it so bad. Hudson is shameless, teasing me open, penetrating me with a thick finger. My legs splay open and my brain goes fuzzy with static. I sigh into the pillow as he finds my spot with his fingertip.
“Good boy,” he whispers. “So hungry for this, yeah?”
My response is a sexed-up moan.
“You ready for two?”
“Anything,” I slur, thrusting my hips against the bed.
Hudson chuckles. I hear the sound of a condom wrapper opening, and then he goes back to playing with me. Stretching me with his fingers. Scissoring them while I try not to make too much noise.
He’s doing all the work, and calling all the shots. It’s exactly what I needed—someone else to hold the reins for a minute. Someone to make all the decisions.
Like magic, I’m so turned on that I’m humping the bed. I’m human Jell-O. He could mold me into any shape, and I’d go willingly.
“You want my cock? Lift up, honey.”
Even my liquid brain can follow that instruction. I cock my hips toward him a few degrees, and he slowly enters me, letting out a deep sound from his chest. “You’re killing me,” he whispers. “Sexiest man alive. Taking me like a champ.”
I close my eyes and thrust back against him, and hear his breath catch.
Rising up onto all fours, I rock back again. “Give me more. I need it.”
“You’re going to get it,” he says, rubbing my back with one strong hand. “For once in my life, I’m not in a rush.”
“But what about my needs?” I look over my shoulder and see him smiling down at me. Then he takes my hips in two hands and gives me the thrust I’m looking for. “Thank fuck.”
He starts to move, and I drop my head, letting even more tension drain out of me. There’s a reason I didn’t look at another man for two years until I met Hudson. I was waiting for the right guy. And it’s not just chemistry, either. It takes a lot of trust for me to get this naked with anyone. I’d forgotten how magical it feels to let go so completely.
We find a rhythm. The only sounds are the gentle squeak of the bed, and his low-voiced praise of my blissed out self. At some point he pulls out and urges me onto my back.
