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There might’ve been sweating…
…it was a fucking cum explosion. On their faces, the floor, each other (I won’t confirm or deny I was the one to mark my ex-bandmate after being cockblocked the night before. He deserved it).
And just when I thought the cuffs would come off, round two of willing mouths and bodies walked in the door.
I’m sure it’ll surprise no one that I won all five rounds (yes, five, my dick is a heavyweight prize fighter)…
…along with a full-blown erection that was throbbing like a motherfucker.
Beside me, Hudson rubbed a hand over his face, and that made me wonder if he was having the same reaction I was. A quick look at his lap and—
Shit.
He was.
Goddamn, this was torture.
Apparently it was for Hudson too, because he grabbed the pillow behind him and stuffed it in his lap.
I snorted. “Really. You think that changes what’s going on?”
He shook his head a little. “Are you done with this page?”
“Yeah.”
As he scrolled to the next section, I stood up and unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans before pushing them to the floor.
Ah. Better already.
Hudson did a double take. “Drew…”
“There’s no way I can keep reading if I’m uncomfortable, and I doubt whatever’s coming next isn’t hot as fuck.”
Without thinking, I reached into my boxer briefs to quickly adjust myself, only to see Hudson’s gaze drop to where my hand had disappeared.
And when he swallowed and didn’t look away, I about blacked out.
In a rush it was back, all that sexual tension I’d had to leave the room to get rid of earlier, only now it was more potent, a palpable thing between us. It made me want to test the waters, see how far I could go…
Slowly, I slid my hand back down over my cock, rubbing myself.
He wasn’t telling me to stop.
He wasn’t looking away.
No, Hudson was watching me.
A shiver of anticipation had me trembling as I wrapped my fingers around the base of my dick and squeezed, then slid my hand up at a leisurely pace. I wasn’t going to rush this and scare him off. As much as my cock ached with the need to release, it’d been too long since I’d had Hudson’s attention on my body, and I wanted to keep it that way.
I stroked myself beneath my boxer briefs, giving him just a peek of the swollen head over my waistband as I circled my thumb over the slit. His eyes darkened, but he stayed deathly still, white-knuckling the pillow in his lap.
Do you want more? Oh, I can give you more. Just give me a sign.
Swiping the pre-cum from the tip, I slicked it down over my dick as I tightened my grip. Fuck, the ache building was intense, but I didn’t want this to be a solo act.
A soft moan left my throat as a shot of pleasure ripped through me, forcing my head back and my eyes to shutter.
That was when I heard it. A sharp intake of breath, movement, and then a curse that sounded a hell of a lot like “Fuck, Drew.”
