“Relax,” I say as I massage his rim softly with my thumb.
“I’m trying.”
“I’m not going to hurt you.”
He relaxes a little.
“I know you won’t,” he says, his voice almost a whisper.
I fuck him slowly with my finger. When he starts thrusting against me, I carefully slip a second finger in, and it goes in rather swiftly. He groans, bucking back against my fingers. I curl my fingers, brushing against his prostate, and he swears so loud I’m almost certain my neighbors will hear him despite the walls being thick as hell.
“I take it that felt good?” I ask with a deep laugh.
“Do it again,” Hudson orders.
I chuckle, wanting to give him exactly what he wants because, hell I want it too.
I slowly stroke his prostate until he’s writhing against my fingers, begging me to fuck him.
“Please,” he huffs out.
The sight of him like this…
Fucking my fingers, dick leaking onto my damn comforter, broad, tense shoulders…
Jesus, it’s the hottest thing I’ve seen.
I grunt as I try to hold back my own burgeoning ache.
“Trey…” His voice is strained and high-pitched.
“Yeah?”
“I’m ready,” he says, his voice so much more confident than how I feel right now.
“Are you sure?” I ask, slowly sliding my fingers out.
He nods, looking at me over his shoulder.
“Yes.”
I reach for the condoms, noting the way he’s watching me.
He watches me over his shoulder in silence as I tear open the packet, as I roll it over my cock. He never takes his eyes off of me. I add a little more lube to his hole, massaging him before spreading a small amount to myself.
“Do you want to stay like this?” I ask. “Or do you want to move to your back?”
Hudson licks his lips, his amber eyes sparkling with interest.
“How doyouwant to do it?”
I don’t have to think about my answer.
“Like this,” I say as I guide my dick between his cheeks and slide it over his hole, spreading the lube as his cheeks clench. “I want to watch as I fuck you.”
I’ve fantasized about this a lot, especially these last couple months while I’ve been away; uncertain if I’d ever actually beinthis position, and now that I am…
“Then that’s how I want it, too,” he says, his voice strong and clear.
