Chapter 12

12

Charlie

Charlie’s Lament:

Shoulda packed condoms. Size: big.

Hudson caught me off guard, but I was up for whatever he had in mind. If he wanted a male body to experiment on, I’d already decided I was all in. Something about the Yank both put me at ease and revved me up. The man was glorious to look at and even better to touch and taste.

His mouth was on mine before I had a chance to catch my breath. My hands went to the buttons on his shirt and began working them open as fast as possible.

“How many damned things are there?” I gasped between Hudson’s nibbles to my lower lip. “Fuck, get it off already.”

His grin was irresistible as he pulled back and yanked the entire thing over his head, revealing a muscled chest with the perfect amount of dark brown hair covering it.

“Nngh,” I said. “Unghh.”

“Acceptable?” he teased with a shy grin.

I ran my fingertips through the chest hair to feel the taut skin over his pecs. “Mm-hmm.”

Hudson rucked up my T-shirt, exposing my lily-white ghost skin and the few ginger hairs sprinkled over my lame-ass bird chest. His eyes zeroed in on my nipples, and his tongue came out to wet his lips. Those hungry eyes made my stomach tighten in anticipation.

Whether he realized it or not, Hudson was dry-humping my leg with the thickest, hardest cock I’d felt in ages. I pushed up into it without thinking, drawing a deep moan from his throat before his lips landed on one of my nipples. He sucked it into his hot mouth, and my eyes rolled back in my head as I arched back into the mattress.

“Mm-hm,” I repeated, burying my fingers in his thick hair to hold his head against my chest. The suction on the tender nub might as well have been on my dick for how much it was stealing my breath and making my cock leak. I wanted his mouth on me in other places, but I knew that was about as likely to happen with Mr. Wilde-But-Straight as getting first place in the international dog trials with a new pup.

Hudson moved his hands down to work the opening of my jeans. The minute I felt the back of his knuckles brush against the top of my pubic hair, I gritted my teeth against the impulse to come all over his damned hand.

“Fuck,” I blurted. “Fuck, Hudson. You’re killing me.”

I quickly took over and worked the rest of my clothes off as fast as I could while he remained braced above me on the bed. My eyes zoomed in on the pulse point thrumming under the skin on the side of his throat. Once my clothes were off, I went to work on his until we were both blessedly naked on the bed together.

“Look at you,” he murmured, shifting onto his side next to me so he could run a hand down my chest to my lower belly. My dick jumped as his hand got near it, and I squeezed my eyes closed to will his grip closer to where I so desperately needed it. I knew he needed time to get used to all of this dick business, but I wasn’t sure how much patience I had for it.

Hudson trailed his fingertips through the trail of hair between my navel and the nest of curls at the base of my cock.

“Red,” he murmured. “Red everywhere.”

“You’re killing me,” I said under my breath. “Seriously. Just fucking kill me now and get it over with.”

He grinned up at me like he’d discovered a new planet. “This is sexy as hell. A happy trail surrounded by so much smooth, pale skin.” His eyebrows furrowed as he traced his fingertip over to my hip. “I can see your hip bones. Makes me want to feed you.”

I rolled my eyes. “Yes, Hudson. I know I look twelve years old.”

His eyes locked on mine, the blue-green shining with an emotion I couldn’t name. “No. You’re perfect, Charlie. I’ve never seen anyone as enticing as you.”

Oh fuck this. No. No sweetness. No tenderness. It’s one fucking night. His experiment. Don’t fall prey to those meaningless words from his gorgeous lips.

“Suck my cock,” I commanded in a gruff voice.

My tone startled him, and there was a part of me that felt like an arsehole. But if he truly wanted to experiment with a man, he needed to get over the dick-shame bullshit.

“Will you tell me if I do something wrong?” he asked in a soft voice. Wrinkles of concern marred his forehead.

His words were so earnest, so vulnerable, I wanted to take him in my arms and apologize before sucking his own dick to make up for my rudeness.

But I didn’t.

“Haven’t you ever gotten a blow job before?” I asked instead. “That should give you some do’s and don’ts.”

Hudson swallowed before glancing at my erection and slowly reaching out to brush his fingers over it. The feel of his touch on me was almost enough to make me blow. If I hadn’t lost some of my excitement by being an arse, I probably would have come on his hand right then.

“Yes,” I hissed. “Feels good when you touch me. Please.”

His touch became surer as he wrapped his hand around my length and tugged gently. His thumb came up to swipe across the slit where precum was making a sticky mess.

“I’ve never… seen someone uncut up close like this,” he admitted. “Does it… I mean, do I need to do anything… special or…?”

The wrinkles were back on his forehead as he glanced up at me, and his look of insecurity hit me like a kick to the chest.

I reached out to brush my palm against his cheek. “Come up here,” I whispered.

He stretched back up so we were face-to-face again. “Did I do something wrong? Is it all the questions? I can shut up. I’m not usually like this, I swear.”

I pulled his face down for a kiss. It was tender and slow, and I tried to tell him with my lips that he was all I wanted and needed in that moment. “I like you like this,” I whispered without thinking. “You didn’t do anything wrong. Let me make you feel good, Hudson. I want to taste you, okay?”

“Are you sure? I can do it. I want to do it. I just don’t really know how yet.”

“Let me show you,” I said with a grin, appreciating the way he used the word yet. “You can focus on what parts of it you like and make mental notes for things to try on me. How does that sound?”

“It sounds like more than I’d be mentally capable of with your tongue on my dick,” he said with a straight face. “So it might take a few practice rounds before I get all the notes down.”

I snorted and pushed him onto his back before crawling down his body. “I see. Then we should get started right away. This might take all night.”

I dropped openmouthed kisses along his luscious chest hair down to the trail below his navel. My hair dragged along his skin, making his muscles twitch.

“Fuck that’s sexy,” I murmured before dragging the tip of my tongue down the arrow of dark hair to the wet tip of his cock.

“My thoughts exactly,” Hudson said on a sharp inhale. His strong hands held my head, but I could feel him working hard to keep from moving my head where he wanted it. “Sexy. So sexy,” he murmured.

I licked the fat drop of precum sliding down the dark pink head of his cut cock. He tasted of salt and promise. I wanted to suck more of it out of him, so I immediately licked his shaft and drew it deep into my mouth.

He was hard as fuck, and the sounds coming out of him made me just as hard.

“Oh shit. Oh god. Fuck, fuck,” he chanted. Hudson’s voice was husky and rough, and his fingers tightened in my hair. “Charlie. Charlie, please.”

I had one hand on his shaft below my mouth, and the other cupped his balls and gently rolled them in my hand, sliding my thumb over the furry, wrinkled skin of the drawn-up sac. The feel, taste, and smell of him were going to make me shoot before he did. I sucked and tugged, losing myself in pleasing him until I heard him cry out.

“No!” he gasped. I pulled away quickly, assuming I’d done something to hurt him, when his spunk shot out and hit me full in the face. The warm fluid took me by surprise, but my shock was nothing compared to Hudson’s horror. The look on his face was almost comical.

“Oh my god! Charlie, shit. I’m so sorry. I tried to warn you I was going to come, but the only word I could get out was ‘no.’ I can’t believe I just did that. I can’t believe—”

“It’s okay,” I said, trying to smile to reassure him. I kept one eye closed while I attempted to wipe the junk out of it with a knuckle. “I thought I hurt you or something.”

He reached out his hands and began wiping the cum off my face with delicate swipes of his fingers and thumbs. The concern in his eyes was sweet as hell, and the creases in his forehead just confirmed how worried he was about it.

“I’m sorry,” he said again. After a second, he held his messy hands up and grinned sheepishly. “What the hell do I do now?”

“If you were really gay, you’d lick them clean.”

Hudson hesitated for a beat before he realized I was joking. “Maybe if it was your spunk, I would,” he said, taking me by surprise. “But I have no interest in tasting myself. Tried it once when I was a teen and decided it wasn’t my thing.”

I stood up to lead him to the en suite so he could wash his hands. My dick bitched and moaned the whole way, especially when I turned to see Hudson’s naked body standing tall in the brighter light of the bathroom beside me. Fuck, he was something to look at. Muscled thighs atop long legs, capped with a meaty, squishable arse. I wanted to put my hands all over him.

Once his hands were clean, he turned to look down at my little problem.

“Get on the bed,” he said with a low voice that made my stomach drop. He leaned in and kissed my lips softly, lingering along the bottom one before sucking it into his mouth and running the tip of his tongue along it. The move only made me harder. “We’re nowhere close to done yet.”

I was on my back in the center of the big bed in half a second, splayed out and desperate for more of Hudson’s hands on me and his commanding voice in my ear.