“Fuck, I’m c-coming!” I tighten my grip in his hair as I hold him in place. He moans around my dick and I feel lightheaded as he keeps sucking, licking, and moaning, working me through my orgasm.
My fingers loosen in his hair and he crawls up my body slowly. His mouth finds mine with precision, his cock sliding against my own, spreading his precum along my shaft. He grinds his cock against mine, and I roll us over until I’m on top of him. He looks up at me as I find his hands and move them above his head. I slide my fingers between his. His cock throbs against mine as I look down at him, taking in the sight of him like this.
Cheeks flushed, lips kiss-swollen, eyes full of love and desire. I trace my fingers along his jaw, feeling the faint roughness of his stubble, the sharp cut of his jaw. My thumb slides over his bottom lip and he parts them for me without hesitation.
“You are so fucking perfect,” I whisper, unable to keep the words in. Not anymore.
Not ever again. I slide my thumb into his mouth, holding his gaze with my own. His tongue slides around it, his eyes full of glazed desire. I pull it out of his mouth and carefully slide my hand between us. I find his hole easily, and he sucks in a breath when I brush my thumb over his entrance. Once, twice, three times, before I slowly press my thumb into the edge of his hole.
“Trey—” he cries.
I lean down, his lips inches away from mine.
“I love you,” I whisper, slowly building a rhythm in and out of him until his eyes fall shut. “I love you so fucking much, Hudson.”
His gaze finds mine, flecks of gold glittering in his amber irises.
His hips thrust up against me as he reaches for me and crushes his lips to mine.
“Fuck,” he curses, his cum painting my dick, my stomach, and even a bit of my chest.
I lose myself in his kiss, in the feel of his solid body beneath me.
For a moment, we just lay there, me on top of him, his cum all over me, breathing heavily. His arms come up around me, and he holds me close as I rest my head on his chest. His heartbeat is racing.
“I love you, too,” he says softly.
I grin.
I don’t know how long we lay there, but finally I get up and pull him with me, leading him to the shower. The water is hot, but it’s a welcome heat.
I take my time washing him up, and he does the same with me. When we get out of the shower, we dry each other off, but don’t bother to dress.
We crawl into Hudson’s bed, and he curls close to me.
“Are we supposed to cuddle now?” he asks, his voice full of teasing sarcasm.
“If you want,” I say, sliding my arm around his shoulders and pulling him close.
“Sure.”
He throws his arm over my hip and buries his face against my neck. I close my eyes and breathe him in.
“I have something to tell you,” I say, letting my fingers trace his skin, the shape of his shoulder.
“What?” His voice is content.
“I applied for a job. With Power Play.”
“Power Play?” he asks. “Mandy’s company?”
I nod, closing my eyes. “Mhmm.”
“Oh,” he says, his breathing almost melodic.
“But I wouldn’t be working with her,” I say carefully. “I’d be working fromhome.”
“Home?” Hudson asks, his voice childlike. “Like… in Miami or—”
