Chapter 10

Fisher

I heldon to the bar over my head and watched Hudson lean over the row of seats in the back of the boat to start the outboard motor.

He looked incredible, his ass firm and round, his shoulders and back broad and strong, corded forearms flexing as he worked.

The motor started with a growl, and he turned and caught me watching. In the past, he would have pretended not to notice. Maybe even changed the subject to safer waters. Tonight, his lips curled in a smug smile.

"You think you're ready for this?"

I licked my lips. "I've been ready."

"We'll see, won't we?"

Hudson brushed against me as he ducked under the overhead bar to reach the captain's seat. I sucked in a sharp breath as my skin tingled. My nips were already hardening under my T-shirt from just the barest brush of fabric. What would my body do when he finally touched me properly?

Maybe I wasn't ready to handle sex with Hudson without bursting into flames, but I was sure as fuck going to do it anyway.

It took me a few minutes to register that he'd diverted from the expected course.

I leaned forward to be heard over the motor. "Aren't we going to your place?"

"Not this time. I've got something else in mind."

I frowned, hoping this wasn't going to end differently than I'd hoped. Hudson glanced over his shoulder and laughed at my expression. "Stop sulking. It'll be good." His voice dropped a notch. "I'll make sure of it."

Goosebumps erupted along my arms, and the wind whipping my shirt around me, brushing against sensitive skin, only heightened my awareness of my body's reaction.

Hudson continued down the lake, passing other boats. Hoots and hollers echoed through the night air. The partiers were out in full force at this hour.

There was the flashing of more than one set of boobs, but I'd never been interested in that, and Hudson didn't seem to pay it much attention either. I supposed even a guy who could be attracted to women became immune to it after a while.

Hudson veered right, then throttled down and coasted to a stop in a small cove. Boat motors and drunken laughter continued to spill across the lake, but trees hid us from view.

"I didn't know this was here."

Hudson moved past me to drop the anchor. "Well, you're too much of a landlubber," he teased. "When you travel all over the lake every day, you start learning all the little nooks and crannies."

"I guess so."

"This also happens to be a favorite spot for the Weekend Hookers. It's not easily accessible by land, so sometimes I bring them over."

"Your mom is a hooker, right?"

He grinned crookedly. "Never thought I'd call my mother a hooker, but yes."

I laughed. The Weekend Hookers were a group of older anglers who got together and fished for fun. They considered it a hobby as opposed to some of the fishermen in these parts who did it for a living, and generally only went out on the weekends, hence the name.

I was so used to the lake and fish puns in Swallow Cove that I barely thought about how they must sound to someone not from these parts.

"I'm guessing your hometown was more sophisticated?"

Hudson straightened from his crouch, drawing my gaze to his beefy thighs. The cove was an inky black this late at night, but the boat's light illuminated him well enough.

"I guess that's one way to look at it. We lived in Washington State. But my folks were salt of the earth, just like most people here. We had a fishing boat we took out on the bay. My dad spent every minute on the water that he could."

"So that's where you get it, huh?"

"I guess so." Hudson flipped open a seat and pulled out a beer. "Want a drink?"

"I'd rather kiss you."

"In a hurry?"

I frowned. "I guess you're not?"

Hudson crossed the boat in two big strides. He cupped my face. "I'm trying not to rush you."

"Rush me," I said. "Please."

He brought his mouth down on mine, but despite my plea, he kissed me slowly. My stomach filled with butterflies as he teased at my lips, brushing them lightly with his, then nipping at the corner of my mouth before soothing me with a languorous lick. I held on to the bar over my head for dear life as he showed me what kissing really was. Because I'd never been kissed like this, with so much focus and skill.

This wasn't just a kiss. It was a seduction.

I whimpered with need, and Hudson finally gifted me with his tongue. I groaned eagerly, meeting his artful kiss with sloppy enthusiasm.

Hudson kissed me harder, so I called that a win. A groan rumbled from him, and he slid his hands down the back of my loose basketball shorts to squeeze my ass.

I gasped and bucked my hips forward, my hard cock grazing his thigh.

Hudson let me squirm against him, seeking more pressure, lost to the need that pounded through me. But just when I thought I'd lose it in my pants like the idiot virgin I was, he pulled back.

Hudson brushed his thumb over my damp lower lip. "You're so damn sexy like this."

My chest heaved as I panted for breath, my body sizzling with lust. "Then why'd you stop?"

"Oh, I'm not stopping until you're covered in cum."

My face heated, and Hudson's smile widened. "There's the blushing virgin. He exists after all."

"Shut up," I said with a laugh, shoving his chest. He didn't move, because he was a big fucker.

Hudson's gaze locked on mine. "There's no shame in it."

"I know."

"There's also no shame in needing time to get comfortable." He retreated to grab a beer bottle and twisted off the top before handing it to me. "Just like when you take to the water. It takes a little while to get your sea legs."

I took a sip of the beer. "I am comfortable with you, Hudson. This is a long time coming, don't you think?"

He huffed a breath. "Yeah, you're probably right."

I took a deeper gulp of the beer, then set it aside. Hudson was watching me, eyes dark. He wanted me, that much was obvious, but he was also nervous.

It was a strange thing to realize.

This was my first time, but Hudson was just as nervous as I was.

Maybe that's what gave me the courage to grab my shirt and pull it over my head. To kick off my flip-flops. Then push down my shorts.

In the distance was the rev of two boats and a loud squeal, and then waves from their wake rippled through the cove, making the boat rock.

I grabbed the bar above my head, in nothing but my briefs, exposed and vulnerable—but feeling powerful too.

Because Hudson couldn't take his eyes off me.

"Don't make me ask again," I said.

Hudson moved quickly, those large palms encircling nearly my whole damn waist as he leaned in and sucked a bruising kiss to my neck.

"Fuck!" I cried out so loudly there had to be nearby boaters that overheard, but I couldn't bring myself to care.

Hudson was finally, finally touching me.

His calluses scraped over tender skin, sending tingles through me, and his hands were so damn big it felt as if he were touching me everywhere. Well, everywhere but where I really wanted him.

My cock and balls ached, yearning for relief.

He trailed kisses down the center of my chest. My breathing went ragged when he dropped to his knees and hooked his fingers in the waistband of my briefs.

He looked up at me. "Still want this?"

My cock tented my shorts enough that he really didn't have to ask, but I was shaking with adrenaline and nerves, and him asking gave me the little bit of reassurance I needed. I nodded my head, and he jerked them down in one swift move.

Suddenly I was bare-ass naked on a boat where anyone could happen by and see me. It was unlikely, I knew, but the possibility made me hyperaware of just how exposed I was.

A gentle breeze caressed me, tickling my balls and kissing the wet tip of my cock. But it was the heavy weight of Hudson's gaze that made me shiver.

"I want to eat you up," he said.

"Please," I uttered. "Do something. Anything. You can do anything to me. Just…please touch me."

Hudson

You can do anything to me.

Jesus, the power Fisher was handing over made me lightheaded. Thank fuck I hadn't let him do this with someone else. No one else deserved to see him like this, so needy, so desperate.

So damn sweet.

I kissed the inside of one thigh, needing to taste the pale, tender skin so at odds with the rest of his sun-kissed golden tan. As I moved my lips to his hip, his cock brushed along the side of my jaw and Fisher gasped and jerked.

I knew he was probably raging inside for me to hurry up, but he was doing his best to hide it. His body gave away everything he didn't say though. His flesh was pebbled with goosebumps, his nipples hard red peaks, and his poor cock—it was flushed a deep magenta, wet with precum, and so hard I was sure he felt as if he'd split at the seams any minute.

I trailed one finger along the underside, absorbing the heat of him. Like most guys, he was cut, with a cute mushroom head that made me salivate.

"What do you want, Fishie?" I asked. "I can swallow your cock and end this now, or I can get out the blanket, lay you down, and take my time."

He drew a breath, opened his mouth, then shut it again.

Fisher was clearly waging a war with himself over instant gratification versus the curiosity of what else I might do. He wet his lips.

"If I ask you to get the blanket…you won't torture me too much, right?"

I chuckled. "I don't have that much willpower. I just don't want this to be over too quickly."

He nodded. "Blanket then. I'd really like to see and touch you too."

"That can be arranged."

I went to the seats at the back of the boat, retrieved the blanket, and tossed it down on the narrow strip of floor that was barely wide enough to fit my shoulders.

He wrapped his arms around me, pressing his nude body against my entirely clothed one. "Why aren't you naked too?" he muttered, sounding frustrated.

"Because the second my dick comes out, I won't be able to hold back."

"Then don't hold back."

Fuck, this guy. He made it very difficult to maintain some restraint. Especially when he grabbed the hem of my shirt and shoved it up.

He moved on to my shorts, unlacing the tie at the front while I tugged my shirt over my head.

Fisher had me half undressed before I knew what had happened, and that, more than anything, eased the last of my own nerves. Fisher wasn't shy about going after what he wanted.

I kissed him again as my shorts fell to the deck. Kissing him was addictive, and already, it felt familiar, as if I'd been kissing him for weeks instead of a single day.

I couldn't get enough of his taste, his sounds, his slick tongue curling into my mouth. I lowered him to the blanket and kissed him some more.

Fisher hooked a leg around my hip and pulled me down onto him with a strength that shouldn't have surprised me. He looked so slim, but he spent a lot of time running up and down the dock, hauling stuff around his dad's store, and helping tourists tie up and fuel boats.

Fisher slid his hands up my back, and I was the one shivering now. "Want you," he murmured in my ear.

I started to pull back, only to be held in place by those strong legs of his. I tapped his calf. "You've got to set me free if you want me to do more than lie here and smother you."

His legs went slack immediately, and Fisher licked at his lips as if imagining how I might taste. I eased back onto my knees, and as I did, the boat lights washed across my body.

Fisher's eyes widened as he took me in. "Whoa, you're not…"

"Circumcised? Yeah." I smirked. "I had noticed that."

Fisher's gaze was locked on my cock, which wasn't the worst feeling in the world, as long as he liked it.

I pulled back the foreskin, allowing the ruddy head of my cock to emerge, and Fisher's lips parted with unmistakable lust. Yeah, he liked it.

"Can I…"

"Go ahead." I guided his hand to my cock, letting him wrap his fingers around me, test the heft and shape of me, then stroke me tentatively.

It felt too good, and I bucked my hips forward, fucking into his fist.

"Damn," Fisher murmured. "I can't believe this is really happening."

I dropped forward, bracing my arms on either side of his head. "We're not going too fast, are we?"

"Fuck no. I want to make you come."

"You do, huh? What about you?" I plucked at a pebbled nipple, and he sucked in a breath. "You were pretty desperate to come a few minutes ago."

"Still am," he said with a groan. "I feel like I'll bust the second you touch my cock again."

"Let's see if we can make it last a little longer than that, huh?"

I pulled his fist from my dick, so I wasn't the one to come in two seconds flat, then lowered my head to kiss the hollow of his throat. Fisher craned his neck back, begging silently for more. I scraped my teeth along a tendon, making him hiss and arch, then moved on to his chest.

Fisher sucked in his bottom lip, looking all kinds of tempting as his eyelids lowered and he watched me swipe my tongue over his right nipple.

He moaned sweetly. "Fuck, Hudson."

"Yeah, sweetheart, let me hear you."

I bit down on the peak, and Fisher cried out louder. I growled with pleasure, switching to his other nipple, licking and nibbling and sucking while he buried his hands in my hair, tugging the strands so hard it hurt.

"Hudson," he pleaded. "I can't take it. Touch my cock."

I pushed his thighs apart, tempted to taste every bit of him, but I'd tested his patience—and mine—long enough. This was his first time, and if I wasn't careful, he'd come with or without me.

"Okay, sweetheart, I've got you. I'm going to make you see stars." He gazed at the night sky over us, and I added, "Well, more stars."

I grabbed a lube packet from my discarded shorts and coated his cock and mine, then encircled them both in one big hand.

Fisher's eyes rolled back and his hips bucked as he pushed into my slick fist. "Oh my god."

"That's it. Just take what you need."

His mouth dropped open, and Fisher began panting as our now slippery cocks slid along each other.

"That feels amazing."

"Mm-hmm. Want to feel something even more amazing?"

"Yes!"

I laughed at his exuberance, but I remembered what it was like when sex was new and exciting. Those memories felt closer today than they normally did.

For all that Fisher was panting and eager, so was I, my chest heaving, sparks racing along my dick, and my balls drawing up as I got closer and closer to my climax.

I could carry us to the end like this, and we'd both feel incredible.

But I was greedy.

I wanted to feel even closer to Fisher.

Wanted him inside me.

I lined up our cocks, then grabbed my foreskin and stretched it up and over the head of his cock.

He gasped when his cockhead bumped into mine within the tight confines of my skin. "What the—"

"This is called docking," I said, sounding smug even to my own ears. "You can't do this with a man who's been cut."

"Only you," he mumbled.

Damn right, only me.

Not literally. There were other men out there, but they were in the minority around here. And I was more than happy for Fisher to think I was his only option for pleasure like this.

Maybe it was a totally caveman move, making Fisher's first experience one he couldn't repeat with just anyone. But hell, Fisher was incredibly desirable, and I needed some small advantage over the many men who'd come after me.

Some way of making my mark. Of ensuring that Fisher would never forget me.

We didn't have to move much. Locked together like this, every small nudge sent a ricochet of sensation through me. Judging by the sounds Fisher was making, he loved it too. I rocked us gently, our cocks kissing.

I kept a hand locked around us, keeping us in place as pleasure shot from my cockhead to my balls.

Fisher groaned. "Hudson, I'm gonna—"

"Do it, sweetheart," I practically growled. "Come inside my cock."

Fisher's body bowed tight, every muscle in sharp relief, just before he came, the hot wash of his cum drenching my cockhead before I registered his guttural cry.

That was all it took for me. I squeezed our cocks tight together and came in a flood of our mixed heat.

Fisher's cock slipped out of my grip, and I collapsed forward, crushing him under my sweaty, spent body. I needed to move so he could breathe, but my body was buzzing with too many endorphins from the most incredible orgasm I'd had in years.

I levered myself up on one elbow, checking his expression, relieved at the wide smile on his face. There was no trace of unease or regret, only a warmth there that invited me to do it again and again.

And if I were just a few years younger, I'd already be all over him again, because damn.

I'd meant to make a lasting impression on him with the docking, but in this moment, Fisher had been the one to mark me.

Fisher

I gazed at the sky, still seeing stars—both kinds—a loopy smile on my face. My body hummed with a satisfaction I'd never known.

So this is sex.

Not that I hadn't had a few awkward attempts through my teen years. But sloppy kisses and clumsy fondling hardly compared to being naked with Hudson.

And what he'd done…that docking thing? Blew my freaking mind.

I knew virginity was a subjective term. It was a societal construct and all that crap. Technically, I could say the clumsy handjob I'd gotten last fall was the end of my virginity.

But that experience had been so limited and unsatisfying that I couldn't see it that way. I'd imagined Hudson pounding me into the mattress as the ultimate loss of the V-card—not because fucking was required to lose your virginity, but because I craved it so damn bad—but this had been amazing.

I'd been inside him, even if it was just a small part of him. I'd come inside his skin.

"You look happy," Hudson said, his chest still heaving as he caught his breath.

"That was awesome," I said, unable to disguise my excitement. "When can we do it again?"

Hudson laughed softly. "Not right now. I'm too old for that kind of recovery rate."

I hadn't meant right now, though it wouldn't take much to rev me up again. I'd been waiting a long time for this. A little longer wouldn't kill me.

"That's all right. I can wait for you to catch up," I teased. "Should we clean up?"

Hudson looked sheepish. "I should have thought ahead to that. Maybe we can use the blanket—"

"I've got a better idea."

I got to my feet and dove off the side of the boat, slicing through the water. It was chillier than during the day, especially a few feet beneath the surface, but it cooled my overheated body.

I surfaced with a laugh.

"Fisher!"

"Get in here, Hud! It feels good." Hudson stared down at me like I'd lost my mind. "Come on. Don't you want to freshen up?"

"You could warn a guy," he grumbled as he stepped onto the edge of the boat.

For one second, he was backlit against the night sky, a perfect statue of masculine beauty. Then he took a flying leap into the water—an ungainly one, at that—and I spluttered as a wave washed over my face.

"Nice, Hud," I said, wiping water out of my eyes. "Very graceful."

He splashed me for my impertinence, and I splashed him back, and soon we were playing and laughing like little kids. Eventually, he grabbed hold of me, and just when I'd braced for a dunking, he kissed me instead.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him back.

It didn't seem like a prelude to sex. It was just a kiss for the simple pleasure of one. A kiss without a destination. And yet, somehow, I felt it more deeply.

When we parted, Hudson smoothed my hair back from my face, gazing at me with a conflicted expression. "We should head out."

I nodded, resisting the urge to coax him into a second round, part of me afraid this might be my only opportunity. That despite Hudson saying there were many first times when it came to sex, he'd second-guess what we were doing.

He seemed to read my thoughts though.

"We'll do this again," he said, once we were back onboard. "If you want, that is."

Hudson's humble nature always boggled my mind. I'd been lusting after this man for years, and he still didn't seem to understand how much I wanted him.

I paused in scrubbing the blanket over me, sopping up as much water as I could. "Oh, trust me, Hud, we haven't even scratched the surface of all the things I'd like to try."

Hudson dripped onto the deck beside me, awaiting his turn because he was a damn gentleman. "Well, I'm happy to be your personal sex tour guide."

I grinned. "Sounds perfect."

I'd been fantasizing about this man since I was sixteen, and I had a lot of fantasies to get out of my system. With any luck, Hudson would be on board for all of them and we could have a great summer together.

Would I like more? Heck yes. But this was more than I ever thought I'd get with the man of my dreams, and I intended to enjoy every minute.

We finished drying and dressed, and Hudson fed me cheese and grapes before taking me back to the marina, making me feel downright spoiled. Who knew hookups could be so romantic? A moonlit picnic wasn't too shabby, even if it did come after the orgasms instead of before.

When we docked—the boat this time, not our cocks, sadly enough—he kissed my cheek. "See you Friday night?"

"In your bed this time?" I asked hopefully.

He nodded. "Yeah, all right. I'd hoped staying on this little boat would help me restrain myself and take things slow, but you're too damn irresistible."

I grinned. "Try to remember that when all those hot tourists are hitting on you."

He rubbed his thumb over my bottom lip, then trailed it down to the hollow of my throat.

"Pretty sure I won't be able to think of anything except when I get to have you again."

Damn. My body heated with anticipation. "Friday can't come soon enough."

"Agreed." Hudson gave me a bruising kiss. "I'll see you soon."

I watched the lights of his boat until he was out of sight, my heart hammering as if I'd been running a race.

This was really happening.

Hudson Nash was my lover.

Not a crush. Not a hopeless object of obsession.

But a real flesh-and-blood man who was going to fulfill my every sexual fantasy.

I grinned to myself as I made the short walk to my apartment, anticipation already simmering for what was to come.