Hudson was so shocked by Bastian’s words that he allowed himself to be pulled up. Was it too soon to discuss kinks, because Hudson was suddenly turned on and had the urge to see if Bastian would be true to his word. Hudson didn’t mind spankings. They usually didn’t do anything for him, but the sternness in Bastian’s tone was sexy.
“Are you okay?” Bastian asked smugly.
Licking his lips, Hudson nodded.
Bastian drew Hudson closer. Their chests touched. Hudson was taller than Bastian. Not that it was unusual for Hudson to be the bigger guy. This time, even though he had a few inches above Bastian with a wider chest and bigger arms, there was no doubt who was in charge. It was just the way that Bastian carried himself.
“You are making it very hard for me to be a good man and not pounce on you,” Bastian said.
Did he have to say the wordhard? Come on! That wasn’t fair! Hudson’s erection would not be easy to hide. He whined.
“Your scent,” Bastian whispered then kissed him.
Hudson gasped, allowing Bastian to sweep his tongue inside. He had to cling to Bastian to remain standing as Bastian thrust his tongue in and out, rubbing against Hudson’s.
He tried to get closer. To pull Bastian to him but there was already no room.
Bastian kept kissing him until Hudson didn’t care about anything else.
This man knew how to kiss.
He pushed his hips against Bastian, needing to relieve his aching shaft.
Bastian drew back but not before peppering Hudson’s chin, cheeks, and forehead with kisses. “Food. I need to feed you.”
How was he supposed to think about eating?
“And I don’t mean snacking on this pretty bulge that you’re packing.” Bastian cupped Hudson’s cock through his jeans. “Although that makes my mouth water just thinking about it.”
Hudson sucked in a breath. Not only did Bastian’s hand on his feel wonderful but he was talking about sucking him?
“Are you going to be a good boy for me and eat dinner?” Bastian asked as he squeezed Hudson’s erection.
He nodded, shook his head, then nodded, before finally shrugging. “Do you want me to be a good boy.”
Bastian groaned. “You can’t ask me questions like that.” He pushed his own hips into Hudson and that was when Hudson realized that Bastian was just as hard as he was.
“I…we don’t have to eat.”
Bastian laughed as he took a step back, removing his hand from Hudson’s bulge. “I’m not fucking you on the first date.”
Hudson had never been the type to just fall into bed with a man himself, but this was different. Bastian was different. “But—”
Leaning forward where he was a breath away but not touching Hudson at all, Bastian whispered, “When I get you in my bed, I’m not letting you back out.”
Where did he sign up for that?
“Now we’re going inside and having dinner and we are both going to behave,” Bastian said firmly.
That didn’t sound as fun as what Hudson was picturing. He huffed.
“I’m thinking we might need a three-date rule,” Bastian replied as he crossed his arms over his chest.
“Three dates?” Until they were intimate? Why did that suddenly seem like a lot.
Bastian gave a sharp nod.
“Three?” Hudson repeated. What about one. What about this one?
