I release his softening cock from my mouth and still my fingers inside him. I lick my lips, savoring the salty taste left behind. Sitting back on my knees, I smile, proud of myself for wrecking the sexy-as-sin man before me.
“Hold still for me.”
He stops moving, leaning into the wall, muscles slackening. I ease my fingers out, my eyes watching for any sign of discomfort. He gives only a small wince, relief flooding me that I didn’t hurt him.
“What the hell was that?” he asks, breathless and wide eyed.
“That, babe, was a prostate massage.”
He blinks like I just spoke a foreign language. “No shit, I know my own anatomy. I’m just wondering why men aren’t talking about how fucking good that feels? Why isn’t this being shouted from the rooftops?”
I laugh and stand, offering him a hand. “It has a gay stigma,” I state with a shrug. “Like people think it makes you less of a man, or automatically gay if you let someone, even a chick, play with your ass.”
“That’s bullshit. Pegging is a thing, right?” His face is incredulous as he gets to his feet. “I’m starting a petition that every man—gay, straight, or undecided—has to try it. That shit was mind-altering. I swear I saw Heaven’s gates.”
I chuckle and step under the hot spray. “Not bad for my first time, huh?”
“I’ve never felt anything that good before. Well, except for our first kiss. Nothing will ever top that.”
He joins me beneath the water, helping rinse sweat and cum from the last half hour off my body. “You’re still hard,” he growls in my ear, his soaped-up hand grabbing my—
“HUDSON!”
We jump apart, my heart skipping when Hadley’s voice blasts off the shower walls.
“What the hell?” Cull asks, panicked and looking for my sister in the bathroom.
“It’s the intercom,” I explain, my heart dropping back to normal levels. “Can’t hear knocks on the door of a soundproof room, so they had this installed.” I walk over to the digital screen on the wall and hit the call button.
“What do you want, Hadley?”
“We’re all sick of waiting. Are we going down to the lake or not?”
“What’s stopping you?”
“Uh, you’re the only one who knows how to drive the boat.”
Oh, yeah. I forgot I promised we could take my grandparents’ pontoon boat out first thing when we got here.
“Fine. Give me a few minutes, and I’ll be down.”
She doesn’t answer, which is fine by me. Nothing kills a boner faster than hearing your sister’s voice in the shower. “That was a mood killer,” I sigh.
“No shit. I’m all done anyway, so I’ll go on down.”
He leans in, gives me a quick, soft kiss, and then steps out of the shower. “Thanks for the good morning, Hud.”
I give him a wink, and he exits the bathroom.
This is one hell of a start to spring break.
Twenty-Two
Cullen
The last few days have been amazing. We’ve been out on the boat, swimming, or going to the west side where you can rent jet skis or go parasailing. By the time night rolls around, we’re crashing into bed sunburned and exhausted, only to wake up ready to do it all again.
But my nights? They belong to Hudson.
