I grab his hand, my thumb caressing his knuckles. “Hud, we put ourselves in this situation. And even if we hadn’t, how do you think people would react to us showing up as a couple?”
He goes quiet for a moment, face unreadable but eyes locked on mine like he’s searching for something. “Are you worried what people will say?”
I want to say no. That I don’t care. But the reality is, some people aren’t going to be like our parents. I haven’t obsessed over it, but yeah… it’s crossed my mind.
“Yes and no,” I admit. “I’m confident in us. I’m ready to take you on a real date where I can kiss you and hold your hand. All of it.”
He smiles and leans in, giving me a soft, lingering kiss. “But?” he asks, pulling back just enough to look into my eyes.
“But people are dicks. There’s always going to be someone with an ignorant opinion. And I wish I could shield you from all the dicks in the world, but I know I can’t.”
A mischievous smirk curls his lips, a flicker of light returning in his eyes. “You want to shield me fromallthe dicks in the world, huh?”
“Of course I do,” I answer, not catching the double meaning.
He draws his hand down to the waistband of my basketball shorts, hooking a finger inside. My breath catches.
“Eventhisdick?” he teases, his hand slipping beneath the elastic, cupping me through my boxer briefs.
“No,” I groan. “That one’s free use. But only for you, baby.”
That grin, the wide, wicked one that reaches his eyes, hits me like lightning. It’s the most alive he’s looked in days, and I’ll ride that high all night if he lets me.
“Your parents out for the night?” he asks, lips brushing just beneath my ear, each word making my skin tingle.
“Gala,” I manage. “Mom’s realtor thing. They’ll be out late.”
He keeps kissing, working down my neck, over the fabric of my shirt like it’s not even there. When he reaches the hem, he shoves my shirt up, pressing kisses to my abs, making my muscles twitch with each one.
Then he drags his teeth along the waistband of my shorts, keeping those piercing blue eyes locked on mine. He latches onto the elastic and tugs them down with his mouth, slow as sin. I lift my hips to help, too turned on to think straight.
Well, that was fucking hot.
He climbs back up, straddling me with a cocky smirk on his face. I grab his ass with both hands, squeezing and grinding into him. “You’re feeling playful,” I tease.
“I’m feeling better,” he says simply.
That’s all I need to hear. I don’t question it, just let the relief wash over me. “Good. I’ve missed this ass.” I bring my hands around to undo the button of his gray chino shorts.
He leans in and kisses me like he means to ruin me, all lips, tongue, and need. Whatever switch flipped in him tonight, I’m not stopping it.
“I want you to ride me,” I rumble against his mouth.
“I plan on it.” He smirks, biting my bottom lip hard enough to make me moan. Then he snakes down my body again, dragging my boxers off as he goes.
My cock springs free, hard as steel.
He tosses my boxers aside and wastes no time shoving my legs to my chest and licking me in one long stroke from ass to tip. I gasp, stars bursting behind my eyelids. He swallows me whole, holding me in his throat, and I lose my grip on reality for a second. My fingers bury in his hair as I fight to keep from coming already.
“Damn, Hud. You suck cock like a pro.”
He pulls back, spit soaking his chin before he takes me even deeper, like he’s trying to prove a point.
“Get naked,” I moan. “And put that ass in my face. I need to taste you, too.”
He strips down fast.God, he’s sexy.He climbs up and straddles my face, leaning down to suck me again while his ass hovers just where I want it, his dick throbbing against my chest.
I give him a sharp smack, leaving a pink handprint. He moans around my cock, taking me impossibly deeper. The fact he can take me so deep without gagging is almost my undoing.
