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“Oh…oh shit. Oh my God,” he gasped.
Peyton couldn’t hold back his noises. They seemed to be ripped from his chest as Hudson’s powerful hand worked the toy over his cock. His free hand cupped Peyton's balls and kneaded his ass and Peyton was too overwhelmed with pleasure to give a shit that he looked ridiculous.
Hudson worked him up and up with powerful strokes, playing with the speed and strength of the vibration until he felt like he was about to lose his goddamn mind. His orgasm was pulled from him in spite of trying to hold back, his back arching, his mouth dropping open in a sharp cry.
His entire body felt almost numb with ecstasy as he felt his dick pulse and pulse, and it took him a long moment to realize that the toy was gone, and Hudson was simply holding his softening cock and rubbing at the head with his thumb.
Peyton shivered, overstimulated, and Hudson quickly let go. “Help me sit up,” he begged.
Hudson’s strong arms tugged at him until he was astride Hudson’s thighs, and he leaned in for a sloppy kiss, his mouth not totally functional.
“Let me…what do I…” he tried to get out. “I want to make you come. Where do I touch you?”
Hudson didn’t let him break the kiss, but Peyton could feel him fumbling behind him. After a beat, he pressed something made of thick, soft silicone into his hand. “For my nipples,” he said. “Sometimes I can come from below the waist, but this is better for me now. Just turn them on and pinch them.”
Peyton pulled back to look down and realized they were almost like clothes pins, but they were softer and they had a button on the top. When he pressed down, they began a low vibration. He pinched the ends, then clamped them over Hudson’s nipples and he grunted.
Hard.
And loud.
“Jesus, fuck. Fuck, baby. Rub your dick on mine, okay? Can…can you? If it’s not too much?”
It was not too much. He began to rock his hips, and Hudson’s hands flew to his waist, pressing down and increasing the pressure of Peyton’s body.
“Harder. I can…I can almost feel you,” Hudson said, his voice wavering.
Peyton bore down as hard as he could, rutting against his lover’s soft cock while he tugged and pulled on the nipple clamps. Hudson’s skin was turning a faint, dusky shade of rose, and Peyton knew he was close. He’d heard about full body orgasms before, but he’d never witnessed one.
Until right then.
Until Hudson’s head fell back, thunking hard against the headboard. His torso heaved and his legs began to spasm, and for a moment, Peyton thought something was wrong. Then Hudson dug both hands into his hair and kissed him furious and messy—nearly all teeth that dug into his lower lip.
When they finally broke apart, Hudson gave a strained laugh as his trembling hands pulled the nipple clamps off, then he eased Peyton to the side and used his hands to help him shuffle down.
“Jesus. Jesus,” Hudson breathed. “I’m a staunch atheist but I think I might have just seen God.”
Peyton couldn’t help his laugh, his eyes a little hot and his head spinning from the praise. He was nervous for a second, worried that Hudson was just playing it up, but he could see the euphoria lingering on the man’s face.
“I knew it would be you,” Hudson said, reaching over to cradle Peyton’s cheek with his hand. “I don’t know how, but I knew. I was just too afraid to admit it until now.”
Peyton said nothing for a long time, and as the minutes ticked by, fatigue took over, and all the stress of the afternoon began to bleed away. He wanted to stay awake, but he found himself lost in warm arms with the promise of being able to do this again. And again.
For as long as Hudson would have him.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
The only thingsurprising about waking up curled around Peyton was the fact that Hudson slept at all. Even after years of being married to his ex, he still struggled to get a full night with Austin next to him. And to his credit—which Austin didn’t have a lot of—he was a still sleeper.
The problem was with Hudson and the fact that his trust issues were the size of a small country. And Austin’s attitude toward him, especially after his illness, didn’t do much to help.
Rolling onto his back, he stretched his arms above his head, then carefully scooted himself to the headboard so he could prop himself up. Peyton made a small noise of protest, then rolled toward him and nuzzled his face against Hudson’s thigh.
The pressure wasn’t enough for Hudson to really feel it, just like the kisses Peyton had laid against him after Hudson had fucked him into oblivion, but watching was just as good. Peyton had not only met all of Hudson’s expectations when it came to getting intimate after his surgery, but it had been so much better.
It was so good, it terrified him a little because the thought of losing it was almost too much.
But he was determined not to be defeatist this time. Peyton deserved better. He’d put up with so much of Hudson’s bullshit, and he was now shouldering the misfortune of being under Austin’s attentions, even if it had only been for a moment.
