Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 105161 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 526(@200wpm)___ 421(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105161 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 526(@200wpm)___ 421(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
He was quiet after that for a while. I wasn’t sure if it had something to do with mixing business with pleasure or if he’d suddenly felt like he was sleeping with the boss or something, but there was a noticeable difference in his body language. There might as well have been a wall of ice bricks between us in the bed.
After a while, I couldn’t stand the distance any longer.
I climbed on top of him and pressed my nose into his neck, opening my mouth and sucking some skin between my lips until I could nip it hard with my teeth. Hudson yelped and pulled away.
“Fuck, Charlie. Ow.”
“You said I had permission to do things to you. I’ve come to collect,” I promised with a thrust of my hardening cock into his belly. “Whatever got into your brain needs to get the fuck out. You’re mine until the wee hours of the morning when you have to catch the airport shuttle, yeah?”
Hudson let out a defeated sigh and smiled that soft smile of his. “Yeah.”
“Say it,” I growled, thrusting again.
“You’re awfully cute when you get mean,” he said with a soft smile, pushing my hair behind an ear again and peppering soft kisses on my chin, my jaw, my cheeks, and eyelids. “Feisty redhead,” he murmured, continuing the sweet and tender torture.
“Fuck that, Hudson Wilde. Say it,” I gasped.
His lids dropped as his face flushed. “I’m yours, Charlie Murray. Yours.”
This time around there was nothing sweet about what happened between us. I braced his hands above his head with a tight grip and attacked his mouth with mine. I ground my cock into his until he was gasping and begging, and then I refused to let him come. Over and over again.
When he tried to bring his hands down to touch himself or me, I barked at him to stop. When he was unable to stop arching up into me, I shoved him onto his belly and thrust my cock along his crease instead, my copious precum providing more than enough lube to slick the way. He begged for relief until his words no longer made sense. Until he was shaking and sobbing and I thought we both might break apart into a million pieces.
There was a tiny hidden part of me that was furious—angry beyond measure for him coming into my life just long enough to get me on the fucking hook before he took off again forever. That part of me wanted to punish him. Wanted to make him regret his little “experiment” and vow never to try it on with another man.
I licked and kissed and sucked down his back until I was tasting the sticky trail left by my own pulsing cock. Hudson’s wrecked voice was muffled by the pillow, but I could make out whimpers of need to come and Charlie and please, baby.
My hands spread his cheeks with zero tenderness, and my tongue landed on his arsehole with even less. I ate him out like I was teaching him a fucking lesson, but god only knew what it was a lesson in.
My balls were crying out for relief. All I wanted was to kneel up and shove my dick so hard in that virgin arse, Hudson would walk funny for weeks. But I didn’t. Of course I wouldn’t.
Instead, I licked and sucked and pressed my tongue into him until he was just loose enough for me to slide a spit-slicked finger in and find the spot that would bring his big crazy experiment to an end.
Once he was almost passed out in a pool of his own cum and drool, I shot my load all over his beautiful muscled back and arse before washing up and tiptoeing out into the night.
If there was one thing I knew for sure, it was that one more look at his bedroom eyes would tumble me right over the cliff into a deep fucking vat of wanting what I couldn’t have.
My sister had been right. Fuck Forever Man. From here on out it was One-Night Man or nothing. My heart couldn’t take anything more than that.
15
Hudson
Hudson’s Words To Live By:
When you’re overwhelmed and exhausted, ask for an extra pack of those cinnamon cookie things on the airplane. They won’t fix anything, but they’re very tasty.
The flight home was long as hell. I’d expected to see Charlie still there when my phone alarm went off, but he must have ducked out after I’d passed out. As much as it had stung, I couldn’t blame him. If his preference was for a one-and-done, it made sense he didn’t want an awkward run-in the next day.
But it still rankled. Maybe it hadn’t been anything special to him, but it sure had been to me. Seeing the empty bed next to me put a painful lump in my throat that refused to go away.