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It’s better the devil you know after all, right? And I know him. I know his body inside out and while he might be trying to resist or scared of what’ll happen after, he can’t stop his response to my teasing. It’s instinctual.
“Come on, baby. Give it up… you know you want me…”
The words come out in a rough whisper as I grind down on his dick, groaning in his ear when his thickening cock rubs against mine. He’s so fucking hard, so turned on, his pupils are blown and his whole body responds to me when we kiss. The kiss get’s dirtier and dirtier each time and each time I turn up the heat, running my hands over his back, cupping his ass and tugging him closer to me to allow me to rut against him.
“D…dddarlin… you’re driving me wild…”
His voice is lust fucked and his lips are kiss swollen and bitten red. The puffiness of his mouth and the way his tongue moves against mine is blowing my mind and I need to have him. Screw the rules about not fucking your ex, screw the damn consequences. I need him.
Cameron has us reshoot the scene eleven times and each time I mutter dirtier and dirtier things in his ear until he’s ready to explode. My cock is painfully solid in my pants as I grip his hand and drag him back to my trailer.
His hand fits in mine like it always has, wrapped around my palm, gripping tightly and his cock rubs against my ass as we reach the door to the trailer. He waits impatiently behind me, moving against my ass as he waits for me to open the door.
My hand tangles with his again as soon as the doors open and I can and feel his whole body shaking as I rushed us along into the trailer pushing him against a wall as I attack his lips with a ferocity that surprises us both. He stumbles back, slamming his back against the wall.
This is the most alive I’ve felt in a year and his low moan as I frot against his thigh has my back curling in anticipation.
“Please, Landon. I need you. Please…”
I press a harsh kiss to his lips allowing my body to react to his begging, but part of me wants to remind him that things are different. We aren’t the same people as before. I don’t want to even start to understand why I need him so bad, so I bite out an answer as I bite down on his neck, sucking the pulse point between my teeth in a way that makes his knees start shaking. My voice comes out in a broken whisper when I drag my lips up to his ear and mutter:
“Not a fucking word about this, Hudson.”
He nods, attaching his lips to mine as his hand cups my ass and he lifts me up, spinning us and slamming me into the wall beside the door. My hands rip at his sheer black shirt, and I shoved it off his shoulders, pressing kisses to his collarbones and biting in a way I know drives him crazy. His hips buck up and he ruts hard against me as my teeth nip against his sweat soaked skin, tasting the scent that’s all him and driving myself insane in the process.
“Fuck Landon, please. I need you… please…”
His voice sounds like melted chocolate warming my insides as he lowers me to the floor, dropping to his knees as soon as my feet are steady. He glances up at me for a moment as he starts unbuttoning my pants and ripping them down my legs as he mouths at my dick and the skin on my thighs.
My eyes meet his and I give a sharp nod as he glances between my dick and my face. He looks up at me in the way he always has and something dies inside me right then, but I’m too far gone to stop this. I need him too. As much as I’m loathe to admit it, I do.
I shut my eyes to stop myself from kicking him out then and there. I need his mouth or his hole, but I don’t want to admit that I need him, not anymore, so him looking at me like I’m his whole world breaks something inside of me.
His mouth sucks me down and I hold onto his head as I fuck roughly into his mouth. He loves it when I take charge like this, or at least he used too. I know I can get him off just like this, so I wrap my fingers in his hair and hold him steady as I snap my hips up, hitting the back of his throat and making him choke as my cock goes deeper and deeper.
He sucks harder and moans around me, making me fuck his face harder and faster. His tongue swirls up and down the underside of my dick and all too soon my body is trembling, right on the edge until his thumb brushes roughly against my hole and I come hard and fast without warning him.
My breathless moans and how rough I’ve been has gotten Hudson off because when I looked down, not only does he look absolutely wrecked, but his stomach is covered in come. He opens his mouth to speak but I brush him off, stepping around him and throwing almost casually over my shoulder.
“Thanks mate. See yourself out, yeah? I’m going for a shower.”
With that I step into the bathroom and flip the switch on, smashing my hand into the shower button and listening to the falling water but even that can’t drown out the soft sob I hear just before the trailer door outside closed. My legs start to shake, and I slide down until my hands were on my cheeks, catching the tears that silently start rolling down my cheeks.
What the fuck did I just do? I knew he was broken inside. I saw it, but I just used him to get off and dismissed him like he meant absolutely nothing to me. Maybe I was as much of an asshole as the press made me out to be.
Fuck! I really fucked up! No matter what he did, he didn’t deserve that from me. Fucking hell. Berating myself made vomit rise in my throat and I tried to ignore it as I strip off. My legs shake hard as I climb in to the shower, scrubbing at my skin until it’s bright red. I have to get the familiar scent of his skin away as the guilt I was feeling threatens to swallow me whole, but I can’t get the pained cry I heard from repeating over and over again as I stumbly out of the shower and dried off. My eyes sting as I pulled some clothes on and grabbed my wallet, car keys and cell from the counter with thoughts of Hudson filling my mind and breaking my heart.
Yeah, he hurt me, but did that give me the right to treat him like a two dollar whore?
I need to get out of here. The memory of his mouth sucking me and our kisses, plus the smell is driving me over the edge. I punch out, hitting the wall and then dropping to my knees as my guilt overwhelms me. My shoulders shake as sobs rip through me. I still love him. Fuck. I really, really do. What game am I playing?
“FUCK! FUCK!”
The image of him on his knees and how he looked at me, tears a sob from somewhere deep inside my chest and I lie on the floor, spotting his tie as I do. I drag it to me and sob into it, smelling him and letting myself finally break apart over what I just did to him. Eventually my tears stop and I drag myself up and to the car.
My head’s a mess as I drive home and climb into bed with his face in my mind. I try to avoid him for the next few days, but it’s hopeless because we were together every day and I can’t seem to stop myself after our shoots from taking him back, rimming him, sucking him off, fingering him and finally fucking him.
“Are you sure you want this, baby?” My voice is low, hoarse and I know that for the last few weeks we’ve been here more than not after being on set, but this is different. This is something I need, but if he says no then I’ll respect that.
