Chapter 10

10

Charlie

Charlie’s Words To Live By:

When all else fails, kiss the fucker’s brains out.

If I was willing? If I was willing?

Jesus, what the hell was he thinking? Of course I was willing. Experimenting het guy or not, I’d never seen or felt a more beautiful set of lips on a man. The idea that I could taste them again made my heart practically skitter out of my chest.

Did I care that he was straight?

I looked into his half-lidded eyes again and was swallowed whole.

Hell no, I didn’t care. But I did want to understand what was going through his head before I took advantage of him.

“I thought you were straight?” I asked, not surprised at all how husky my voice sounded suddenly.

His beautiful face was adorably berry colored. “I am. I mean I was. I mean, I am,” he said before wincing. “I mean… clearly I don’t know what the hell I am.”

I raised an eyebrow. “First things first. Have you ever kissed another man?”

“No,” he said, blowing out a big breath. “And I’ve never wanted to before now. I mean, before this week. Before…” Another deep breath. “Before meeting you.”

“My sister told me you had a girlfriend,” I said, hoping like hell Cait had got it wrong.

Hudson’s eyes widened. “I don’t! I don’t, I swear. We broke up. We… I mean, she thought I proposed, but I didn’t. I didn’t propose. It was all a big misunderstanding, I promise. I wouldn’t cheat. I’m not a cheater. And I hate it when others cheat. Fuck!”

I jumped a little at his outburst and had to bite back a laugh when he continued. His hands were raking through his hair, leaving it messy and every which way.

“How many times am I going to say the word ‘cheat’? I’m sorry, Charlie. I do this sometimes.”

“Do what? Proposition unsuspecting Irishmen in gay bars?” I teased.

“What? No.” Hudson looked up and realized I was taking the piss. His face cracked into a relieved smile. “Oh. You were joking. No, it’s just… when I get nervous I say stupid shit. Actually I don’t. Not usually. But around you for some reason, I do. And I have no idea why. Maybe it’s because if I just keep talking, I won’t do something stupid. Like… like touch you. Or ask you a personal question or… Or touch you—”

I stepped forward and reached for Hudson’s hand to pull him toward the elevator. His eyes were practically bugging out of his eye holes, and the entire terrified lamb-to-slaughter look shouldn’t have been so damned alluring, but it was.

“What floor?” I asked.

We were in his room within moments, the door solidly closed and locked behind us.

Hudson’s hand was large and warm in mine even though it was plenty clammy with nerves. I sat him down on the edge of the chair in the corner of the room and then straddled his lap with a knee resting on the cushion to either side of his hips. Hudson’s breathing ramped up even further, and his pupils widened quickly as I settled my arse on his thighs.

I cupped his face, reveling in the feel of the soft scruff on his cheeks.

“Are you sure you want to do this, Hudson?” I asked in a soft voice. “I’m fine being your experiment, but I’m not fine being your regret. Think about this before you—”

“I have,” he blurted. “You have no idea how much I’ve thought about you. I can’t stop thinking about you. The way you smile… and laugh… and light up when someone you know comes into the pub. You’re like sunshine, Charlie, and I want a taste. Besides, I already told you. The whole time you were gone, I…”

His words sent my heart rate running on rabbit feet. My cock was already standing and cheering me on from its spot mashed against the zip of my jeans. I wanted desperately to rub it against Hudson, but I assumed one feel of mancock would send the poor hetero screaming down the hall and out into the October night.

“Then kiss me,” I whispered, bringing my lips close to him but leaving the final gap for him to cross. “Please.”

I felt his warm hands land gently on the top of my thighs and slide up the denim of my jeans until he reached my hips. His movements were hesitant until something shifted in his gaze, and then his touch became more sure. His fingers snuck under the hem of my jumper until they reached the skin of my sides and caused me to suck in a breath. A little sound escaped my throat, and it seemed to urge him on.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Hudson murmured. “I could spend all night staring at you… or just tracing your smooth skin with the tips of my fingers… or trying to make you smile and laugh.”

The heat in his eyes might as well have been his touch all over my body. I felt every single inch of my skin desperate for the touch he’d just promised.

“Please,” I breathed. “Touch me.”

His warm hands moved further underneath my shirt to my lower back and up my spine to my shoulder blades. Hudson’s eyes remained locked on mine. His tongue came out to lick his lips as if preparing to devour me. Goose bumps prickled along my skin everywhere, and I couldn’t stop from rocking slightly into him with my hips.

When my stiff cock brushed Hudson’s stomach, he squeezed his eyes closed and groaned through a full-body shudder.

His palms moved up to hook around my shoulders, and he used them to bring me forward that last little bit. Before our lips touched, I realized I’d been more turned on in those few moments of touch and eye contact than I’d ever been in hours of foreplay with someone else. Every nerve in my body was vibrating with need, and every corner of my soul wanted to be pressed up against him. My nostrils flared at the masculine scent of him. The smell of a man at the end of the day had always turned me on, but with Hudson it was magnified.

My lips brushed his lightly at first. It was enough to pull a soft “Oh god” out of him, and I couldn’t help but smile. When I did, my lips brushed his again. I repeated the gentle, closed-mouth kisses until I felt his hands pull out from underneath my shirt and move to cradle the back of my head.

After a mumbled “More,” Hudson changed the pace from barely there smooches to full-on snogfest. His hands moved around to cup my neck, and his full lips devoured mine. The moans and whimpers were clearly coming out of me this time, and it was all I could do to follow his lead. He kissed me like he’d been waiting to do it his entire life, and part of me wondered if that was the case. Not me specifically, but a man.

“Charlie,” he gasped before moving to suck a mark up on my neck. This aggression was so incongruent with the insecure man I’d met that first night in the pub that I almost wondered if he was on something stronger than alcohol. Before the thought could catch hold, Hudson’s lips reached my collarbone and dropped little sucking nibbles along its length. The fucker had found my weakness.

“Hud, yes there. There,” I begged as his lips remained on my neck and his hands snuck back under my shirt to begin exploring my stomach and chest. “Please don’t stop.”

He grunted what sounded like the word never before his fingers found my nipples and lightly tweaked them. I hissed in response and tilted my hips up to grind my pelvis against him as hard as I could. I was desperate and begging, and the man had done little more than kiss me.

I brought my hands up to thread into his thick hair and pull his head back. The eyes that met mine were wild and glassy. His face was flushed, and his lips were red and puffy. Fuck if he wasn’t the hottest thing I’d ever seen.

“What does it feel like?” I asked with a panting smirk.

“Huh? What does what feel like?” His chest heaved with labored breaths.

“Kissing a man for the first time?” I emphasized my question with another tilt of my hard cock into his belly. If a nob was going to scare him off, better it happen sooner than later.

His debauched look turned wicked.

“It feels like I finally know what the hell my brothers are always going on about,” he said with a grin. “And it feels like I might not be able to ever give up the incredible taste and feel of your skin against my lips.”

I tried to ignore the way his words in the second part of that made me feel. Instead, I focused on the first part. “Your brothers have tried to convert you, yeah?” My tease brought out more pink along his already flushed skin.

“Let’s just say they’re free with their bragging,” he said, leaning in for more kisses. “And I’m starting to think if they were right about this, maybe they were right about other things. Which might mean very good times for you later.”

A teasing Hudson Wilde. Who knew such a thing was possible?

“What kind of good times, Hudson?” Before I finished saying his name, his hands were on the button of my fly. My eyes shot to his and found them molten blue-green with lust.

“Can I take your clothes off, Charlie?”