Hud barks out a laugh. “That might be the most ridiculous thing you’ve ever said.”
“Impossible. I’ve said way dumber things.”
His smile widens, bright and easy, and something warm spreads through my chest—right down to my dick.
“Come here,” I beckon, crooking a finger at him.
Hud smirks and takes a step closer.
The instant he is within reach, I’m on my knees, his shorts tugged down his thighs and my mouth wrapped around his dick.
“Holy shit, babe.”
Hudson’s hands comb through my hair and grab at the roots, wasting no time fucking my mouth.
I love when he takes what he wants from me, and being used by Hudson is like a gift. I’d give him every last piece of myself if it meant he never had to want for anything.
“Give me your hand,” Hud demands.
I stick my hand up towards him and he takes it, spitting into my palm. It’s so filthy I can’t help but moan.
I fumble with my shorts with my dry hand, yanking my rock-hard cock free. Bringing the wetness to my dick, I wrap my hand around my length and jack myself relentlessly. I want it hard and fast to match the pace I’m sucking Hud.
“Are you fucking your fist for me?” Hud asks in that sex-soaked raspy tone that makes me weak. “Imagine that your hand is my ass.”
Fucking fuck, I love his dirty mouth. It’s all it takes for the electricity to zing down my spine and for my balls to draw up.
“I’m coming,” Hud gasps.
I have seconds before the first drop hits my tongue. It triggers my own orgasm, and I spill over my hand, droplets dotting the hardwood.
Hud pulls out of my mouth and sags against his dresser, the heavy rise and fall of his chest matching my own.
“That’s better than an energy drink at waking me up.” He chuckles and helps me stand, my legs a little numb from kneeling on the hard floor.
“Agreed.” I peck his lips, but Hud forces his tongue into my mouth, devouring me in a kiss that makes me dizzy. I give as good as I get, my cock already trying to revive itself.
Hud stops the kiss, his smirk sexy. “We can reconvene later.”
I grumble but pull up my shorts that are still sitting on my thighs, adjusting myself so I don’t look so sex rumpled.
“Don’t be so grumbly,” Hud teases again. “Wait,canwe hang later? Aren’t you still grounded?”
Oh yeah, that was half the reason I was trying to call him this morning. “Mom and Dad let me off the hook. Apparently, I went above and beyond what they asked of me. But, there was a warning attached—make better decisions, ‘or else,’ as my mom put it.”
“Yeah, I agree with Mrs. Eliza.” Hud gives me adon’t fuck this uplook, and I just roll my eyes.
“You ready to go?” I cange the subject, not wanting to get into an argument.
“Yeah. Can we stop by the mall on the way home? I still can’t find my cologne, and I feel naked without it. I need a new bottle.”
That makes me laugh. Hud has always been a little bit of a preppy jock, if you were to label his style. He takes care of his appearance, fragrance included.
I’m not complaining because he always looks and smells incredible.
“Yeah, sure. I wouldn’t mind looking around a few stores while we are there.”
After a quick stop to the bathroom to wash my hands, we head downstairs, Hud collecting his keys and wallet.
