My lips caress his neck to his jaw, and his body loosens in my grasp. He lets out a soft moan as I find his lips and kiss him.
“Making up with my boyfriend,” I say, and this time, my voice is not a whisper. It’s clear as day, and I feel a sense of accomplishment that my voice didn’t shake.
I said it. Out loud.
And it wasn’t as terrifying as I thought it would be because he’s here.
“Oh,” he says, his voice lowering just a fraction. He leans up and kisses me, slow and sweet.
My mouth opens without hesitation as he says, “Good thing I made reservations for an hour and a half from now, then.”
“You made reservations?” I ask, the surprise in my voice evident.
Hudson nods, his breath warm on my skin.
“Uh huh. I hear that’s what romantic boyfriends do. Wellread—I didn’t hear it. I read it.”
When I look down at him, I can’t help but grin, my heart beating a million miles a minute.
“So,” he says, carefully pushing me away with a warm palm against my sweaty chest. “How exactly do you plan on making up with your boyfriend?”
“Well, first…” I lick my lips. “I’m going to show him how sorry I am,” I say, my voice dropping low. I push him against the back of the counter and he lets out a grunt. One hand travels down his chest until I find his belt. I single-handedly unlatch it.
“Is that so?” he asks, his voice dark and raspy.
I kiss him as I fumble with his zipper. I take his bottom lip between my teeth and nip him until he lets out a grunt.
“Mhmm.”
I slide down his front until I am on my knees, looking up at him. Hudson looks down at me with blown pupils and kiss-swollen lips, all awkwardness gone.
“Then when I’m donetellinghim how sorry I am with my tongue, I’m going to shower… and get ready for this amazing date we’re going on.”
I reach for his cock through his briefs, my gaze holding his with equal ferocity.
“Is this okay?” I ask carefully.
Hudson nods.
“Yes.” He reaches his hand out and runs his fingers through my hair softly. Then pushes my head toward his cock. The push isn’t harsh or hard, but it’s clear what he wants, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want it to.
“If it’s what you want,” he says, his voice smooth, sweet.
“It is,” I tell him as I slip his cock free, noting he’s already wet with precum. A steady string slips down over his swollen cockhead; a perfect bead to lick.
So that’s exactly what I do. I flick my tongue out and lick it up before I wrap my mouth around him and take him into the back of my throat.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper between licking, biting, and sucking him. Hudson’s grip in my hair tightens and it doesn’t take long for him to start fucking my mouth, shoving his cock down my throat with hard, erratic thrusts.
“Trey…” he whines, and then he shoves me against his cock so hard, I nearly gag. “Oh my God, Trey…” His dick hits the back of my throat and my mouth becomes flush with his skin, and then he comes.
“Fuck,” he hisses, his entire body locking up as he holds me against him. I breathe through my nose, grabbing his thighs.
Something flips inside of me, and there is no fight. Only sweet, sweet surrender. I swallow his cum, knowing if I think about ittoo much I’ll get freaked out, as his fingers slip through my hair and his body relaxes. My cock strains in my shorts, but this isn’t about me right now.
When he’s done, he carefully pulls me off his dick, and I suck in deep breaths. I carefully tuck him back in and zip him up as he catches his breath, and he helps me to stand. Just before I move, he grabs me, one hand finding my neck and the other grabbing my hip.
“Trey…” he whispers, his gaze soft and warm.
