He licked his lips and did as I asked, moving off my lap and kneeling on the floor. I stood then shoved down my pants, freeing my cock. His eyes heated once more, and he gripped my thighs, looking up at me from beneath his thick lashes, those dark eyes like liquid pools of milk chocolate.
“You want my cock in your mouth, baby?” I asked, trailing the tip of my shaft along his kiss-swollen lips. My precum smeared across them, and he groaned, his eyelids fluttering before he nodded. I cocked my head to the side the slightest bit, arching a brow at him as I slid my length along his cheek. “I can’t hear nuts and bolts rattling around in your skull, Kreed.”
“Yes,” he rasped. “Please, Hudson. Please let me suck your cock.” He looked up at me again, his eyes pleading and desperate, and fuck, it did something funny to my insides. “I’ll be so good. I promise I will. Please?—”
I shoved my cock between his lips, and he moaned. My fingers laced in his hair, and I tilted his head back, so I could drive my cock down his tight throat. He sucked my cock religiously, not even gagging as I fucked his mouth as if he were nothing more than a cock sleeve for me to use as I pleased. Tears ran unchecked down his cheeks, and drool ran down his chin. Slurping sounds echoed through the kitchen.
I wasn’t going to last long. Not when he looked so eager and so goddamn thankful to have my cock in his pretty fucking mouth. Snarling, I tightened my hold on his hair, and he whined around my cock, doubling down on his efforts. My balls drew up tight, and my brows furrowed, my breathing quickening.
“Kreed, baby, I’m going to come,” I rasped. “Fuuuck, baby. I need to pump it down your sweet throat. Let me fill you up. Come on. Take it all—shiiiiiit,” I groaned, my head falling back on my shoulders as I spurted down his throat.
He moaned around me as he swallowed, taking every drop I gave him, and goddamn, it was a lot.
My softening cock slipped from his lips, and I leaned down, helping him off the floor. Our mouths met in a slow kiss that was still just as hot as our earlier one.
“Upstairs,” I murmured. “We need to clean up, and you need a nap, old man.”
He snorted but grabbed my hand. I tucked myself back into my pants then let him tug me upstairs to his room.
The room that would eventually become ours.
Chapter Fifteen
Kreed
* * *
Bonnie was pissed. She wouldn’t stop blowing up my phone, and I knew it was only a matter of time before she showed up at the house because I was ignoring her calls. My attorney had advised me to cease contact with her now that her papers had been served. He was working as fast as possible and pulling every string he could to get me out of this marriage quickly, and Bonnie was raging about how soon our court date was, and she was even angrier at Hudson, though he really didn’t have anything to do with our divorce. She’d brought this upon herself by literally allowing a doctor to abuse Hudson. Finding that out had been my final straw.
I was trying my damnedest to shield him from her while he was in town. I kept my phone on silent and kept all the doors and windows locked. I knew Bonnie had a key, but I was hoping I could intercept her before she got into the house, so she wouldn’t get near Hudson.
She’d done more than enough to him, and that slap yesterday had been too fucking much. Had she not been a woman, I’d have laid her on her fucking ass for raising a hand to him.
I glanced at my work phone when it rang. Picking it up, I answered my personal assistant’s call.
“Hey, Greta,” I greeted. She was in her sixties with silver hair she kept pulled back into a severe bun, but she was the nicest woman I’d ever met, and she did her job efficiently and effortlessly. She was damn near ready to retire, but she told me she wouldn’t be doing that until she absolutely had to. Her husband had already passed away, and her kids were grown and moved out. She liked to be busy, and she said she didn’t want to rely on the government for a single penny.
Couldn’t blame her for that one.
“Hi, honey,” she said, her aged voice washing through me like sunshine. She was more like a mother to me than a personal assistant, honestly. “You have a meeting on your calendar for two this afternoon. I know Hudson is in town. Will you be making it in, or do you need me to reschedule?”
My PA was aware of everything in my life. When I didn’t show up for work, she immediately knew the reason why, since there was only ever one reason I stayed home. She knew when Hudson was there, I tried to be home as much as possible, even during his summer breaks.
Pulling up my calendar, I asked, “Who is the meeting with?”
“Intelite TV. They want to discuss a possible partnership in the hopes you will develop a more user-friendly app.”
They were a pretty big company, and while I wasn’t hurting for money by any means, I was always open to broadening my horizons and bringing in more income. I’d been wanting to have a sit-down with Intelite TV for a while. I was afraid if I postponed this meeting, I’d lose my opportunity, even if they’d been the ones to request this discussion. I wasn’t cocky enough to think they wouldn’t go seek out a different app developer if I pushed them aside.
“I’ll come in,” I said, glancing at my clock. “Give me time to shower and get ready, and I’ll be on my way.”
“Sure thing. I’ll have coffee and lunch waiting for you.”
We ended the call, and I pushed back from my desk. I found Hudson in the living room, watching the third Fast and Furious movie. He tilted back his head to look up at me before shoving a Skittle into his mouth.
“Hey,” he greeted.
I leaned over him and pressed my lips to his. It felt as natural as breathing. How had I ever thought being with him could be wrong when it was obviously so fucking right? Hudson was everything I never knew I needed in my life.
