Chapter 12

Hudson

There was no chitchat tonight.From the moment Fisher climbed into my bowrider to the moment we arrived at my houseboat, there'd been only a silent, simmering tension.

My blood ran hot as I followed Fisher up the ladder. It took herculean effort not to grab him the second we were onboard, but I waited until we passed through the doors and out of view of passing boats.

Then all bets were off.

Fisher must have been on the same page. He whirled toward me just as I lunged forward, and we crashed together into a fiery, aggressive kiss.

It had only been forty-eight hours since our hookup, but it felt so much longer. Like weeks. Or months.

I got my hands on the tight bubble butt I'd watched go up that ladder ahead of me, salivating the whole way, and squeezed hard enough to make Fisher moan and buck against me.

"Been dying to have you again," I rasped when our mouths finally parted, Fisher's lips wet and shiny, his skin red from my beard.

"Yeah?" Fisher grinned wide, his whole face lighting up. "Me too. I've been going up the wall, counting minutes until—"

I kissed him again, unable to resist his enthusiasm, even if I didn't understand it. Oh, I did all right for myself. Men and women found me attractive enough. But none in Fisher's league. None so young and vibrant. He could be with anyone, and he was choosing me.

Fisher began pulling at my shirt, but I was too tall for him to get it over my head, so I took pity and whipped it off for him. Watching his eyes darken as he feasted on the view of my chest was gratifying.

"It was so dark the other night," he murmured.

"You've seen me without a shirt before."

The Ozarks got as hot as Hades, and sometimes the shirt just had to go.

"Not so close-up," he said. "Not when I could touch."

He put his hands on my waist and coasted them up along my sides, curving in toward the front when he reached my pecs. He curled his fingers into my chest hair, right over my heart.

It quickened—all of this feeling too intimate—and I pulled him into another kiss, reaching for his shirt to put the focus back on him. My job here was to give Fisher the experience he craved, not to gaze into his eyes and feel things that would only lead to disappointment later.

Fisher let me peel off his tight T-shirt, then hook my fingers into the waistband of his loose shorts and shove them down. He wore silky red boxer briefs, his cock distending the fabric and making my mouth water.

I nearly sank to my knees right then and there to taste him, but before I could make a decision, his stomach growled.

I flicked a glance to his wide eyes.

"Uh, ignore that," he said with a nervous chuckle.

"You didn't eat dinner before meeting up with me?"

He mumbled something I couldn't make out.

"What was that?" I asked.

"I ate a couple baby carrots," he muttered.

My eyebrows shot up. My gaze swept over his slim but toned body. The boy had too much muscle to be living on baby carrots alone.

"Why on earth… Sit down. I've got some leftovers."

"No." He laughed again. "Hudson, I didn't eat on purpose. You know, so we could…"

I shook my head. "Sit, Fisher. I'm not going to have you starving yourself on my account."

He huffed in annoyance but slid into my little plastic booth while I prepared him a slab of leftover corn bread, slathered in honey butter.

"I grabbed dinner out tonight, so this is the best I can do."

"I love cornbread," Fisher said mournfully. "But what about…" He gestured between us.

I took a seat across from him. "First off, you don't need to starve yourself for that, Fish. Maybe don't eat a huge bowl of chili or a super burrito right before…" My lips twitched. "But seriously, sometimes sex gets messy. Don't overthink it or you'll never be able to have any spontaneity."

"So what I'm hearing is that I can eat this and you'll still pound me into the mattress?"

I smirked. "The sooner you eat, the sooner you find out."

Fisher lifted the bread and took a huge bite, moaning theatrically. My body had simmered down a bit as I prepared his food, but lust came rushing back to the surface.

Fisher sat across from me, all but naked in just a tight pair of underwear, and licked butter from his fingers. Damn, but his mouth looked inviting.

"Want a water?" I needed to distract myself before I yanked him up onto the table and made him my meal.

"Yeah, thanks."

I grabbed a couple of bottles of water, then set one down on the table, and leaned back against the wall while I waited for him to finish.

Fisher pushed his plate away and turned toward me. "I feel like I ruined the mood."

"You sitting mostly naked at my table while you eat my food? It's not killing the mood, Fish." I palmed my cock, hard and aching in my shorts, and Fisher watched, the greedy expression on his face nearly shaking my resolve about what we should do tonight.

I knew he was expecting to fuck, but over the years, I'd found there were a lot more interesting ways to have sex. I wanted to give him the full experience.

And maybe, I wanted the full experience for me too.

Once Fisher got what he wanted from me, he'd be ready to move on. Which was for the best. But there was no sense in rushing that moment. I hadn't even come close to scratching the itch he'd put under my skin.

Fisher slid out of the booth. "So, bedroom?"

I drew him close, loving the feel of his bare chest against mine.

"Yeah," I murmured. "I've got plans for you."

He shivered, but then covered it with bravado. "You gonna finally give me that D?"

"Where's your creativity, Fish? There's more to sex than a dick in an ass."

He cut his eyes away and blushed. Fisher had come on strong and been direct about what he wanted. Sometimes it was easy to forget how virginal he was. But every now and then I caught a glimpse of that innocence.

It made me feel like a bad man.

A bad man who had no intention of stopping.

"I thought… You said the food didn't matter."

"It doesn't, but this isn't a race. I told you there'd be lots of first times."

He swallowed. "So what did you have in mind?"

I grabbed his jaw and kissed him hard, thrusting my tongue in to taste that honeyed butter he'd moaned over. Fisher moaned even more for me, his hands coming up to tangle in my hair as if he needed to hold on.

I nearly lost sight of any plans as Fisher opened his mouth wider, needy, desperate whimpers escaping as he ground his cock against my thigh.

"Fuck," I muttered. "Bedroom."

"Yessss."

I got him in there and pulled away to flick on a lamp, unwilling to give up the sight of him. On the closet door, the mirror tossed back his reflection, giving me two delicious views to appreciate.

"Do you even know how hot you are?" I said. "Just look at you."

Fisher shrugged. "I'm okay, I guess. You're the hot one."

"That sounds like a challenge." I grabbed his shoulders and turned him toward the mirror, making him face his reflection. "Look at that," I murmured into his ear. "Look how sexy you are."

He blushed even brighter than he had in the kitchen. "Hud, this is not…"

"Shh. I'm going to make you come so hard, sweetheart. I promise. But first, humor me. Look at yourself while I touch you."

"Fuck," he whispered, biting his bottom lip.

I placed one big hand over his stomach, loving the way his body quivered under my touch. The way his breathing accelerated.

"You're secretly a sadist, aren't you?"

I laughed. "Nah. This is all about making you feel good. You just have to be patient. The best things come to those who wait. Do you want the best, Fish?"

His eyes met mine in the mirror, and he looked so desperate it made my cock throb. I hadn't even touched him properly yet and he looked ready to unravel.

"Yes." He sagged back against me, eyes fluttering shut. "Please, Hud. Anything you want."

"Then open your eyes and watch."

Fisher

Oh god.

I wasn't insecure about my looks, but I also wasn't vain. Putting myself on display wasn't easy. When I stripped for Hudson, it was with a goal of getting us to the next step, not lingering on my nakedness.

But Hudson seemed intent on doing just that.

"Open your eyes," he reminded me as his fingers found my right nipple.

I forced them open and gasped as he twisted. I arched a bit, my chest pushing into his hand, and looked so fucking horny it was embarrassing to see.

But Hudson liked it. In the mirror, his eyes darkened. His gaze traveled over my body, intent and hungry. Yeah, I could do this. I could watch Hudson appreciate my body.

He pinched my other nipple, and my gaze flew there. Watching as he tugged and twisted, seeing it turn dark red and puffy to match the other one, only heightened the aching pleasure of it.

When he released me, he circled both with a light fingertip, not touching them, just drawing my attention and making me crave more.

My nipples seemed to be directly connected to my cock too. It was needier than ever, and I couldn't resist reaching down to squeeze myself.

Hudson caught my wrist. "Ah-ah. Your body is mine tonight."

My heart leapt, and my dick jerked in my underwear, and hell yes, I liked the sound of that. Maybe being on display wasn't so bad when it made Hudson take on that possessive tone.

"Sorry," I murmured, lips quirking. "I'll be good."

"Damn right you will," he growled in my ear just before nipping the lobe.

I gasped, eyes drifting closed. His chest was bare and hot behind my back, but it was the thick iron bar against my ass that drew most of my attention. I pushed back, grinding on his cock, wishing there wasn't so much fabric between us.

Hudson grabbed my waist, holding me immobile.

"Stop squirming on my dick," he rasped, "and open your eyes."

Damn it. I'd almost forgotten the game.

I forced my eyes open, and Hudson rewarded me by cupping my dick through my underwear.

"Fuck," I muttered, bucking my hips forward. "I need more."

"I know you do," he said, sounding amused. "You'll get it in due time."

"Sadist," I repeated.

He hooked his fingers into the waistband of my boxer briefs. "You ready for these to come off?"

"Yes, fuck, please."

He slowly pushed them over my hips, just low enough to free my cock and balls. I watched in the mirror, resigned to my fate, and too eager to earn more touches to complain.

Somehow leaving my underwear around my thighs made me look even more exposed than if I was totally naked. My cock jutted above the fabric, so hard the skin was shiny and felt ready to burst. Precum welled at the tip.

Hudson drove me mad with this slow pace, but there was no doubt my body was fully on board with the teasing.

He brushed a kiss to the side of my neck. "You're doing so good. Look at that sweet cock."

I gave in to the game. "I dunno. It looks needy to me."

He hummed against my neck, raising goosebumps. "It does, doesn't it?"

He drew one fingertip up the length of my quivering shaft when what I really wanted was for him to fist it and fucking stroke.

I whimpered and pushed my hips forward, trying to encourage him.

"You know what I think when I look at your cock?"

"N-no."

"I think about how good it must taste."

I groaned, my mind flooding with images of Hudson swallowing my dick.

He drew his finger all the way to my slit, swept up some of my precum, and brought it to his mouth.

"F-fuck." I trembled, feeling like I could come from barely a touch. "Hudson."

He must have heard the desperation in my voice, because he licked his palm, then lowered his hand to fist my cock the way I needed.

"Okay, enough teasing. Watch me make you come."

I nodded quickly, fighting to keep my eyes open like he wanted. At some point, I'd lost my shyness over seeing my body stretched out, naked and on display before the mirror. I'd lost my aversion to watching myself respond to him.

I wanted him so much—but I wanted to see me too. Wanted to see me arch and gasp and heave as he pulled the orgasm from me.

Needed to see what he did to me.

Hudson stroked my cock slowly from root to tip, then twisted his wrist, adding an extra flare of pleasure, before dragging his fist down.

I watched the flushed head of my cock emerge from his fist, then disappear. It was a hot sight, but it was nothing compared to the way my thighs trembled, the way my stomach muscles twitched and my chest heaved.

I drank in the sight of me totally at Hudson's mercy, and it just felt right.

"You see?" Hudson murmured.

"I see," I gasped out. "I do."

My admission ramped him up. He began jerking my cock more quickly, taking me to the edge of release in seconds. He fumbled behind me with his other hand, and then I felt the hot bare skin of his cock against my ass.

He shoved his cock between my trapped thighs, grunting as his cockhead hit my balls, and I lost it with a strangled cry, my cock shooting onto the mirror before us. I couldn't keep my eyes open, the pleasure sweeping in too fast.

Hudson spun me around and dropped to his knees, swallowing me down in time to catch the last aftershock. I gasped as he took me in with a groan, tongue bathing my cock and cleaning up all traces of cum, while he frantically jerked his thick, uncut dick.

He dragged the foreskin back, letting his cockhead emerge just as he came with a muffled cry, his mouth still filled with my cock.

I grabbed his hair, pumping my dick into his mouth twice more, trembling as he sucked every last drop out of me before falling back on his heels, panting for breath.

I sank down in front of him, feeling too unsteady to stand, and glanced at the mirror, the image of us streaked by my cum.

"Wow, that was…"

"Just as good as fucking?" he suggested.

"If fucking is any better, I might not survive it. I guess I won't know until I try it."

He drew me in for a bitter-tasting kiss, my cum mingling between our tongues.

"We'll get there. I just want you to take the scenic route so you can fully enjoy each step."

I glanced at the mirror again, taking in our flushed faces and sweaty skin.

"It was scenic, all right."

He grinned. "But was it worth the wait?"

I thought about that. Thought about how eager I'd been when I arrived, how badly I wanted him to throw me on his bed and fuck me already.

About how he'd heightened the anticipation and drawn out the pleasure.

Made me appreciate each and every touch.

Until I exploded into more pleasure than I'd ever felt from a mere handjob, and that was before he swallowed me down and let me feel the heavenly heat of his mouth.

"Yeah," I said. "I can see the appeal of edging."

That made Hudson laugh. "If you think that was edging, you have a lot to learn, Fish. That was just a little teasing."

I flushed. "Yeah, well, if I came that hard from some teasing, then edging would probably kill me."

He grinned. "Well, don't worry. I'm pretty sure I'm too impatient for all that. You're always safe with me."

I knew that already, of course. It was one of the things that had drawn me to Hudson. He was sincere, genuine, caring. I hadn't known just how commanding he could be with sex, but there was a hint of it in his ruthless competence that had made me fantasize about him manhandling me into his bed and tearing off my clothes.

His style of taking charge had played out a little differently than my fantasy, maybe, but that sexy dominance was still there.

"I always trust you, Hudson," I said simply. "That's why I'm here."

He cleared his throat. "To get experience with someone safe." He nodded. "Exactly right."

I wanted to correct him. To tell him that he would always be my first and only choice, safe or not. But I also didn't want to scare him away when things were so fucking good between us.

So I stuffed down the inconvenient feelings I had for him that kept trying to surface. The ones that said sex with Hudson would never be enough.

If I had to play the part of horny, careless guy so that I could have this, I'd do it with a smile. Because even this small taste was more incredible than I ever imagined.