Spreading his cheeks, I run my tongue from behind his balls to the top of his crack, slow and teasing. He shudders, so I do it again, until he’s writhing on my face.
In my side vision, I spot the bottle of lube waiting on the nightstand.
I smirk. Someone was anticipating a good time today.
I grab the bottle and coat my fingers, then start working him open. He’s already relaxed and eager, and by the time I’ve got three fingers sliding in easy, he’s rocking back on my hand, panting.
“Fuck, baby. Sit on my cock and take what you want from me.”
I let my head drop back, dazed with lust, as he teases the head of my cock with his tongue one last time. He shifts down my body, still facing away, and aligns himself. With his hands braced on my thighs, he sinks down, inch by delicious inch.
Holy fuck.
I’ll never get used to the heat and pressure. It’s pure bliss.
It’s still surreal that I get to have him like this—completely.
My chest is already sweat slicked, so I tear off my shirt and admire the view in front of me. “Holy hell, that’s a fantastic sight,” I groan, my breathing ragged.
“Can you see us in the mirror?” he asks, voice low.
I look to my left anddamn. The dresser mirror reflects everything. His dick is standing proud, and his body is stretched around my cock.
Our eyes meet in the glass.
With his hands braced on my thighs, he rises on his knees and drops—hard. My breath punches out, my lungs momentarily forgetting how to work.
“Yes! Do that again.”
He does, over and over, until I’m gripping his waist and meeting him thrust for thrust. Hud leans back and braces his hands on my hips, changing the angle. He rides me in short, fast grinds, my dick hitting deep inside.
With him in this position, I can see both of us fully in the mirror. The sight is so fucking sexy I’m in danger of losing it. I bite my lip, the sting staving off my orgasm.
Hudson is panting from exertion, but he never slows. My man’s a fucking athlete, in and out of the bedroom, and holy hell, I’m thanking every deity that exists.
“You’re so sexy taking what you want, baby. You’ve got me ready to explode,” I growl.
“Fuck, me too. Come with me. Please, Cull,” he begs.
The mirror shows him jacking himself while he rides me, the muscles in his arm flexing with each stroke. His eyes are shut, lost in the moment. I take a mental snapshot before heat rushes down my spine and a surge of adrenaline hits.
“I’m gonna fill this ass up, baby,” I warn, right before I come hard, every nerve lit like the Fourth of July. I fight to keep my eyes open so I can watch Hudson shudder, then spill over his hand.
He slumps forward over my thighs, breathless, sweaty, and cum-soaked. I run my hand down his spine as I try to catch my own breath.
After a minute, Hud slides off my softening dick and crawls up to lie beside me. I open an arm, and he curls into me, his head resting on my shoulder.
“I needed that.”
I snort a laugh. “You and me both.” I glance over and see his hair glued to his forehead with sweat. His fingers move in absent circles over my chest.
“I’m sorry I’ve been out of it. I’ve tried to be present, but it’s hard,” he mumbles into my damp chest.
“Don’t apologize. You can’t help that. I’m just happy you came back to me today.”
“It’s weird. It’s like a switch flips and the haze just… clears,” he explains.
I pull him tighter and kiss the top of his head. We lie there for a while, soaking each other in. I’m replaying our little slideshow in my head when the question that’s been circling my brain comes back around.
