Chapter 17

Fisher

By the timewe got to Hudson's houseboat, our teasing was forgotten, both of us too amped up to play around.

Hudson reached for me, as I went up on tiptoe, and we kissed feverishly. We bumped into the wall, stumbling and clinging, as we kissed and yanked at clothes.

Hudson shed his shirt by the dining table. Mine ended up in the kitchen sink. Then we were through the bedroom door.

I yanked at the ties on his board shorts, and this time he didn't stop me from pushing them down and reaching for his cock.

"Shower?" he said, raising an eyebrow.

I groaned with reluctance, but truth was, it was hot as Hades and I'd done my share of sweating. "Yes, but fast. Don't tease me tonight, Hud."

"I won't," he promised, his eyes dark as he kissed me one more time while shoving my shorts and underwear over my hips so that we were both naked. "I need this too much."

My heart fluttered, stupid thing. I looked down at his cock so he wouldn't see the love shining out of me. I'd just told him he didn't need to date me, but he should open his heart to someone. And that was true. Even if it wasn't to me, Hudson deserved that.

But I really fucking wanted it to be me.

His cock was thick and heavy in my hand. Warm and silky. I stroked once, pushing his skin back to see the shiny head.

A rumbling groan escaped him, then he pulled away. "Quickest shower ever," he promised.

Hudson rinsed off, then me, the shower in this boat too damn small for two. Hudson barely fit in there alone.

Hudson tossed me a towel when I stepped out, but hardly gave me any time to dry off, dropping to his knees and drinking the water from my aching dick. I gasped, clutching at his shoulders, and thrust my hips to sink deeper into that hot, wet pleasure.

Hudson gripped my ass, controlling my speed and depth so I didn't choke him. Probably a smart move.

"Hud," I gasped, curling over as my orgasm threatened.

He only tightened his mouth around me, sucking and licking, and I didn't stand a chance.

This was my first proper blow job. Hudson had put his mouth on me before, right as I came, but this was different. This time, he worked me to orgasm with his mouth alone, and fuck was he good at it.

He grasped my balls in one hand, rolling and squeezing, adding to the mounting pleasure. He circled the other around my waist to skim a finger through the still damp cleft of my ass.

I came before he even touched my hole, the thought of him finally pushing inside me too much to handle.

Hudson swallowed as I came over his tongue in quick pulses.

"Fuck fuck fuck," I muttered, trembling. "I didn't mean for that to go so fast."

Hudson sat back with a smug smile. "Just taking the edge off. We'll make the next one last longer."

I grasped his arm, helping him up, then pushed him toward the bedroom. "My turn to taste."

"Oh, you going to get bossy on me tonight?" he teased.

"If it'll get me what I want." I pushed him down onto the edge of the bed and dropped to my knees in front of him.

Hudson spread his legs and leaned back on his elbows, putting his large body on display. "You can have anything you want, Fish. I'm all yours."

If only that were true.

I silenced the wistful thought by indulging in Hudson's body. I put my hands on strong, meaty thighs I'd spent years admiring, and shoved them farther apart to accommodate the breadth of my shoulders. Hudson inhaled sharply, telling me he must like the show of strength. Out of the two of us, he was the one who could manhandle me, but that didn't mean he didn't crave a little roughness too.

I bit his inner thigh, just to test, and he groaned, his cock twitching. Yeah, he liked it. I moved to the groove of his groin, nibbling tender skin, and he began to shake.

"Fisher, please."

"Please, what?"

"I thought we said no teasing tonight."

I let my gaze track up Hudson's big body. His furry belly and heaving chest, the built pecs, the strong, broad shoulders and muscled arms. All of it quivering for me.

I took in his parted lips, flushed cheeks, and eyes glazed with need.

I did that to him. Me. The rush of power was heady, and I dove down on his cock with more confidence than I should have had.

I'd never done this before, but seeing his desperation was so hot I'd acted on instinct. I used one hand to work his shaft, pulling the foreskin back to let me tongue his cockhead.

"Yeah, baby, just like that," he mumbled.

I glanced up to see him propped up, eyes fixed on me, watching my tongue circle his cockhead. Watching his shaft stretch my mouth as I sucked the whole thing in. He was more restrained than I'd been, staying completely still and letting me set the pace.

I had to pause now and then to draw in air, not quite getting my timing perfect, but Hudson didn't seem to mind. He petted my hair with one hand, praising me.

"So good, Fish."

His thighs began to tense, and I thought he was getting close, but before I could have my reward, he pushed me away.

"Come up on the bed." He scooted back until his head was propped on two pillows. "Get on top of me."

I climbed up, heading toward him for a kiss, but he redirected me so that my mouth was over his groin and my ass was in his face.

Hudson grasped my cheeks and parted them, making me gasp as cool air swept over skin still damp from my shower.

Then to my shock, he swept his tongue over my hole.

"Hud!" I gasped, jerking forward with surprise.

He grasped my hips in a tight grip and pulled them back, licking me again. Only this time, it was wetter and firmer.

I trembled. "Oh my god."

Hudson was rimming me. His tongue was on my asshole, his thumbs were spreading me open, and then—oh fuck—he was pushing his tongue inside me.

It was slippery and wet, and it made me ache with desire for more. Something to stretch and fill. My heart skipped. Was Hudson going to finally fuck me?

Hudson paused. "Fisher, baby, I need you too."

It took my pleasure-fogged brain a moment to understand. Hudson's engorged cock was within reach, untouched, and seeing as he hadn't come yet, like me, he was probably getting desperate.

"Sorry!" I grabbed his cock and went back to work, licking and sucking. I was sure it was a sloppy, half-assed blow job compared to what he'd done for me in the bathroom. It was difficult to focus as he continued to rim me.

My cock was already hard again, but I was more focused on the sensations in my ass. I'd fingered myself before, used toys, but nothing had prepared me for how visceral it was to have someone else in control.

Hudson grasped my cock and squeezed it, and I shoved my ass back hard. I released his cock long enough to beg. "Please, Hud, I need…"

Luckily, he seemed to know what I was asking. He pushed a thick finger inside me, and I groaned as I resumed sucking his cock.

He worked me open, then added a second finger. It burned, but in a good way. I began rocking my hips, back to fuck myself on his fingers, then forward to suck his cock in deeper. Filling both of my holes—all of me consumed by one man—was a pleasure I'd never anticipated.

I lost myself in it, pleasure flaring, moaning around my mouthful of cock until suddenly Hudson cursed, shoving his fingers in deeper and grinding against my prostate.

My mouth flooded with his cum even as my second orgasm of the night hit hard. I exploded with a muffled cry, half choking on his cum while my cock shot and my hole fluttered.

The pleasure seemed to go on and on, locking up my muscles, making me shake. When the wave finally broke, I collapsed on him, cum pressed between our bellies and leaking from the corners of my mouth.

Hudson kneaded my ass, massaging gently. "Was that okay?"

I huffed. "Okay? That was…" My whole body shuddered at the memory of it.

"It was?" he prompted.

"Mindmelting," I managed. "Can't find words."

He chuckled, body rumbling beneath me, then gently rolled me to the side. "We need another shower."

"Mm-hmm."

"I'll go first. You look like you need a minute."

"Or a year," I said with a sigh.

Hudson ran a big hand down my spine. He caressed me for a few minutes, just petting my skin, helping bring me down from the powerful orgasm.

I rolled my head to look at him. There was an indulgent smile on his face. Almost sappy.

"Pleased with yourself?" I asked.

He grinned. "Your pleasure is my pleasure."

With a wink, he left the room to hit the shower. What he said wasn't a surprise. Hudson was a generous lover. From the start, he'd said he wanted to give me the chance to enjoy all the ways to have sex. My pleasure always seemed like his first priority, even when I was complaining about the speed we were moving.

But for the first time, I wondered: Why is my pleasure so important to him?

If this was just sex, would he really put my needs ahead of his own? Some people found pleasure in that, I was sure, but…there was something about the way he took his time with me that made me wonder.

Did Hudson care more than he let on?

Hudson

"Okay, we're all set." I tilted the laptop screen back a little so Fisher could have a better view of it on the foot of the bed. "What do you want to watch?"

Fisher hummed thoughtfully as he scanned through the menu of movie and TV titles. His mouth was full of the ham-and-cheese melt I'd made for him after we'd both showered and dressed in underwear. Now, I lay on my stomach, with him propped against my side, one hand tracing designs into my back.

It was soothing, reminding me of how my mother used to comb her fingers through my hair when I was a child.

"How about The Breakfast Club?" I suggested. "It's a classic."

"I've never seen it."

"You've never—" I stopped and made a sound of disgust. "I forget what a baby you are."

"Hey!" He poked me in the side, making me jerk. "You weren't calling me baby when I had your dick in my mouth."

"Actually, I was," I deadpanned.

Fisher laughed. "Dude, that's so wrong."

"Sorry," I said with a chuckle. "I was just kidding." A sudden sense of unease washed over me. "You know, uh, your age isn't why…"

"Why you're hooking up with me?" Fisher rolled his eyes. "Yeah, I know. If anything, it probably made you more reluctant. That and my dad."

He frowned, the thought of his father obviously still a sore spot.

"I like that you're a virgin though."

It was something I hadn't even admitted to myself right away. It seemed sort of pervy. But it worked to distract Fisher.

His startled gaze met mine. "I thought that was a tough sell. When I first told you…"

"Well, I didn't want to do the wrong thing."

Fisher traced a figure-eight between my shoulder blades, his light touch raising goosebumps. "And now? Do you think you did the wrong thing?"

"I hope not," I said honestly. "Because this feels right."

He set aside his plate, which now only contained a few crumbs. Then he stretched out beside me, on his side so he could continue to touch me.

It wasn't a touch meant for sex. It was comfort and connection. But I wasn't about to tell him to stop.

"Tell me why you like that I'm a virgin then. Or should I say was? I don't feel like one anymore."

"You haven't been one for a while," I agreed.

"So?" he prompted.

"I like being your first," I admitted. "Like knowing that you'll always remember me for that reason."

"I'd always remember you either way, Hud."

I smiled wryly. "Maybe, maybe not. You've got a lot of life ahead of you. But you never forget your first."

His eyes bored into mine, and I got the uncomfortable feeling he could see right through me. See just how much I wanted—maybe even needed—Fisher to remember me once he moved on to someone else.

"You know," he said casually, "you never forget your last either."

"Meaning?"

He shrugged. "Maybe it's not about when you're with someone, but who you're with that stays with you."

"In some cases, I guess…"

"I'm not your first," Fisher pointed out. "Are you going to forget me when this ends?"

There was a vulnerability to his expression. A fragile spirit I wanted to protect.

"I couldn't forget if I tried." I drew him into a soft, lingering kiss. When we parted, I joked, "You're my first virgin."

"Asshole," he exclaimed with a laugh.

"I'm kidding," I said. "It's your smile I'll never forget."

"Seriously?" He snickered. "That's corny."

"Corny but true."

His smile was so sweet and warm that it never failed to brighten my day. It's why I kept going to Bait Swallow when I should have stayed away from Boone's business. It's why I was drawn to Fisher when he was the last guy I should get involved with. Why I couldn't resist him once he stopped crushing from afar and asked me for what he wanted.

Why I couldn't stomach the notion of anyone else having him, to the point that I threw all caution to the wind and decided I would be his first.

To protect him from asshole tourists, I'd told myself. To give him amazing first times that he'd treasure instead of regret.

But also to gorge on those smiles, to kiss them and taste them and keep them all to myself for as long as we continued this sexual journey of his.

"Guess what I'm writing on your back," Fisher said.

"What?"

He traced his fingers around my back, but I couldn't make heads or tails of it.

"Haven't you played this game before? I'll write a message on your back. You guess it?"

"Can't say that I have."

He tsked. "Well, pay attention. This is important."

He swept his index finger in a line straight down my spine, then added a horizontal slash to the top and bottom.

"I?" I guessed.

"Right. Okay, this isn't a letter but a symbol."

He traced what could only be a heart.

"Heart? I Heart?"

He nodded. "Okay, now this last part."

His fingers moved in a flurry that was too fast to follow. I shook my head, even as my pulse ramped up. What was Fisher going to say he loved, and what would I do if it was me?

"Do it again?" I asked. "Slower."

Fisher slowed marginally, and I thought I made out C at the front. Then a C again in the middle, and a…K. I spluttered a laugh. "You did not just spell out I Heart Cock on my back," I said.

"But I do," he said with a snicker. "I heart your cock. As in, I want it inside me. What do you say? Can we make that happen?"

My mouth dried, my blood heating at the thought, but I wasn't ready. Once I fucked Fisher, he'd reach the destination he'd been after through this whole fling. He'd have experienced all the firsts he wanted or needed, and I'd no longer have an excuse to have him all to myself.

I needed to draw it out just a little longer.

"There's no rush, is there?" I asked Fisher. "I'm enjoying this scenic route. Aren't you?"

He bit his bottom lip, looking so sinfully delicious I wanted to give him everything he wanted. Wanted to claim him, plunge into his body. I burned with the need, and yet I held back, just for a little longer.

"Of course I am," he said. "It's just… What you did to me tonight." His voice grew a little hoarse. "It made me crave more."

"That's good." I kissed his sweet lips. "Remember, anticipation is half the fun. By the time I give you my cock, it's going to feel incredible. I don't want any pain for you, Fish. No awkwardness. Just mind-blowing pleasure."

He groaned. "And that can't happen now?"

"I just want us to take our time and enjoy the journey. Unless…"

"Unless?"

I was afraid to say it, but I forced the words out. "Unless you want to move on? To a, uh, real relationship with someone else."

He looked shocked. "Of course not! I can't even think about anyone but you right now. I want you all the time, Hud. How could you even think that?"

"I just needed to ask, that's all." I kissed the indignation from his mouth. "I'm sorry. I just don't want to be selfish, and you make me want to keep you all to myself. But that's not fair—"

"Be selfish," he said forcefully. "I know I am."

Then we were kissing again. This time, not so gently or softly. I rolled him under me, the laptop went tumbling to the floor—thankfully not too far of a fall—and we kissed messily while rocking our bodies, both of us chasing our pleasure again.

I ground my cock against his, frantic with need at just the thought of how good it would be to sink into his heat. To push inside, to feel his tightness enveloping me, to connect our bodies inside and out.

I bellowed as my orgasm hit, coming between us.

"Ah god." Fisher panted out sharp breaths. "It's so slick now."

"Feels good, huh?" I asked. "My cum feels good."

"Yes." He groaned, arched, and spurted wetly between us. He was younger, and he shot a lot longer than I had, cock pulsing again and again. I wrapped a fist around him to feel that pleasure, to prolong it, until Fisher finally pushed me again.

"Damn."

He dropped his head back on the bed, and I couldn't resist kissing his neck. Somehow kisses turned into nibbles, and a nibble turned into a bite, and he shuddered.

I raised my head to look at my handiwork. Yep. That was going to leave a mark. There was a deep satisfaction in that. One I had no right to feel.

"What was that?" Fisher asked, eyes closed, voice slurring with sleepiness.

Guilt pricked my conscience. "Uh…sorry? I think it's going to bruise."

Fisher lifted his hand to his throat, touching it gently, but his lips curved in a tiny smile. "That's hot."

"Probably shouldn't have done it," I confessed. "Someone will notice."

"Eh, let 'em. I'm a grown-ass man." He rolled into me, putting his head on my shoulder, his fingers going to my chest, where they began to trace letters and symbols again.

"We should clean up," I said softly.

"Mm-hmm." Fisher's fingers began to move slower. His weight was sinking into me, sleep surely pulling him away.

I focused on his fingers, gently tracing over my chest. Just a random design or…

I.

Heart.

H-U-D.

My heart skipped, and I turned my head so quickly I gave myself a crick in my neck. Fisher's eyes were closed. His breaths were even with sleep. His fingers had slowed to mere twitches.

He was asleep, and I didn't know what to do with what I felt.

Or thought I had.

Maybe he hadn't traced H-U-D at all. Maybe his movements had been meaningless or gotten skewed as he fell asleep.

It was probably wishful thinking.

But that thought brought me up short. Why would I wish for something I knew I couldn't have?