“Yes, do it.”
He pulls out, then snaps his hips forward, impaling me. My breath rushes out, a dark thrill shooting up my spine. Ilikethe sting. I want more of it.
“Fuck. Don’t hold back. Wreck me, Hud.”
Hudson groans deep in his chest and grabs my waist, driving into me hard. Each thrust is urgent, desperate, like he needs this as much as I do.
His movements are unpracticed—a little clumsy, but it doesn’t take away from the moment. From the connection we are strengthening.
Doesn’t take away from how fuckinggoodthis feels.
“You like my cock deep in your ass?” His voice is pure filth, low and rough, and it makes my toes curl.
“So fucking good,” I pant.
The sound of water pelting against tile mixes with our grunts and moans, turning the air electric. I want to touch myself so bad it hurts, but I’m trying to be good.
“I’m close already,” he growls. “This ass is strangling my dick.”
He grabs my throat and yanks me upright, my back flush to his chest, never missing a beat. His other arm wraps around my waist, anchoring me while he continues pounding into me.
“I’m gonna come in your ass,” he pants, lips brushing my ear. “And you’re going to paint the wall.”
The moment his hand wraps around my length, I nearly collapse, my palm slapping the tile for balance.
“Please, Hud… Fuck! I’m going to—fuuuck…”
I come hard, crying out as pleasure rips through me, vision whiting as I paint the wall just like he said I would. He bends me forward, then slams into me one final time, roaring as he spills inside me.
His cock twitches, his cum slick and hot. My own dick pulses again, a smaller orgasm wringing the last bit of pleasure from my body. Hudson leans over me, panting, his breath ghosting across my back. His fingers are digging into my hips, and honestly, I’m not sure I could stand without them.
“You okay?” he asks, voice muffled against my shoulder.
I smile, the afterglow like a warm hug. “I knew you’d kill me,” I rasp. “But damn, what a way to go.”
He chuckles and eases me upright, carefully pulling out. I feel his thick cum slide down my thigh and shiver.
“Hot damn, that’s a sight,” he mutters, running a finger through it with reverence.
I turn and loop my arms around his neck. “I agree. Watching me drip from your ass? Hot as fuck.”
He kisses me slow and sweet. “Thank you for that. You always know what I need, even before I do.”
“I love you.” My words are soft. “It’s my life’s purpose to give you whatever you need.”
He smiles, brushing my wet hair from my face. “Well, right now I need to take care of my boyfriend.” He draws me under the warm spray, hands tender as he washes us clean. I let him take care of me, and for once, it’s nice not having to be the strong one. Not that I’d ever admit that out loud. I know how guilty Hudson feels, thinking he’s a burden, and I never want him to see me as anything less than solid for him.
I love taking care of Hudson, but sometimes it’s nice to let go, too.
“This is nice,” I admit with a sigh as he massages shampoo into my hair. “I think you were meant to be a top, you’ve been hiding your Alpha side. It’s sexy.”
He snorts. “Not sure I’d call myself an Alpha, but I liked the control. You always take care of me, and I just wanted to return the favor.”
We rinse and dry off, wrapping towels around our waists, then head to his room. He tosses me joggers and a clean T-shirt, and once dressed, we climb into bed, facing each other on our sides. I link our fingers, still craving that connection.
“Are you sure you’re alright?” he asks. “I kind of let the moment get ahead of me and was rougher than I should have been.”
“I’m a little sore,” I admit, smiling. “But it was everything I hoped for and more.”
