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)
Charlie Murray was here.
I returned to the site of our earlier pleasure and rimmed him again with just as much enthusiasm. I snuck lube onto my fingers and stretched him while reaching around with my other hand to tug at his cock. By the time he finally relaxed around my fingers again, an assortment of lovely noises was coming out of him.
Please, Charlie, more.
“Shh,” I murmured. “Let me take care of you.”
Please, Charlie, now.
He was so much taller than I was, I had to stand behind him and crouch down to maintain control. I held on to his hip with one hand while pushing the blunt head of my cock against his hole with the other.
His body tensed for the briefest moment before remembering to relax. I murmured encouragement and took it slowly, allowing his body to adjust to the invasion. As soon as I felt the tight clench of his muscles, I knew I’d made a terrible mistake.
Why hadn’t I let him make me come before now? It would have given me half a chance at lasting longer than two or three strokes.
I pulled out enough to squeeze the base of my cock and take a deep breath.
Think of auld Mrs. MacMahon who wore the same dress to Sunday mass every week. Think of Mr. Foley and his wretched poodle who wanted to eat Mama as a snack. Think of—
“Jesus, Mary, and Joseph,” I gasped as Hudson pushed back onto my cock, swallowing it inside his channel in one slick stroke.
“Did you fall asleep back there?” Hudson growled. “I thought you were fucking me?”
Oh, so it’s like that, is it?
I pulled back and shoved in, making him cry out. It most definitely did not sound like a cry of pain. I pressed a hand around the back of his neck to keep him still.
“Fuck,” I gritted out, repeating the motion. He felt so damned good, I thought I might cry.
“Yes, please,” he added through sucking breaths. His fists were balled in the sheets, and his thighs trembled. I reached around to feel his hard cock and confirm he was doing just fine.
With one hand on his neck and one on the bed beside him, I went for it. I leaned into his back and pistoned myself in and out of his channel. The squeeze of his muscles made me lose all ability to think.
“Stroke off,” I managed to say between grunts. I felt him shift his weight to free a hand for his cock.
After that it was straight-up animal fucking. I pushed his face into the mattress and thrust into him, rocking my hips in and out without fully pounding him. It was his first time, and somewhere in the back of my mind I remembered that. But it was a close thing.
“Gonna come,” I choked. My balls pulled in and let loose in a crash of cymbals inside my brain. The orgasm traveled up and down my spine to my balls and arse, clenching everything in pleasurable pulses made even better by the noises and movements of the man beneath me.
“Oh shit, oh fuck,” he groaned.
Suddenly his body’s tight squeeze announced his own release, and he whimpered and shook after crying out my name.
I was brain-dead and sated, tingling and happy.
Confused and goddamned half in love.
I was in trouble.
37
Hudson
Hudson’s Revelation:
I’m not straight.
After Charlie pulled out of me and made his way into the bathroom to clean up, I lay there feeling numb. The sex I’d had with Charlie made all the other sex I’d had in my life seem like practice rounds or the warm-up before the big game.
And sex with Charlie was the championship.
It wasn’t like I hadn’t loved having sex with the girlfriends I’d slept with in the past. I had. I’d been turned on and into it just as much as they had been. But there was something about sex with Charlie that was on a completely different level. Was it because he was a man? Would I feel this way if I had sex with a different man besides him?
Or was it because it was Charlie himself, and maybe I’d feel this way if I’d found exactly the right woman for me?
Was it because it was sex with a man or because it was sex with this man?
My brain went round and round until I felt like I might be sick. Part of me wanted to immediately attach all kinds of feelings to whatever this was between us. I wanted to love him. I wanted to call this thing between us the beginning of something real.
But that was just my tendency to go from relationship to relationship, right? It was my way of avoiding the concept of casual sex—by imagining feelings where there weren’t any. How could I be falling for him? I couldn’t. He was sweet and funny and beautiful. But I wasn’t his Forever Man. I couldn’t ask him to leave his family behind and I wasn’t sure I was willing to do the same either.