Chapter 13

13

Hudson

Hudson’s Words To Live By:

Oral sex is like Christmas. ’Tis better to give than to receive. Oh, who am I kidding? ’Tis better to do both.

Hudson’s Words To Live By: (Take Two)

Oral sex is like voting. One should do it early and often.

Suddenly it was my turn to get Charlie off, and I felt like I was under the spotlight on center stage. There he was, laid out in all of his creamy-skinned glory, and I had a momentary panic of not knowing what to do with him.

The man must have read my mind.

“Come up here and kiss me, Hudson,” he said softly. His voice was like a siren song, and I followed it to his mouth.

As soon as I went in for the kiss, I naturally slid on top of him and felt the expanse of his naked body against mine. It felt so damned good. Even though he was smaller than I was, he felt solid and warm, strong and firm. His dick poked up into my lower abdomen, and the feel of it only made me hotter for him. There was not one bit of strangeness about the fact he was a man instead of a woman. Nothing about that part of it made me feel wrong. What made me feel odd was the slight tremor of unease that this was only a onetime deal.

But it was. It was my one wild night, and I was going to make the most of it.

I moved my mouth down along the angle of his chin to the slender expanse of his neck. He smelled delicious and tasted both salty and sweet. My fingers found one of his nipples before I decided to move down and nibble on it. Charlie threw his head back with a hiss and wrapped his legs around my back. The move aligned his cock with my chest as he arched up into me.

“Yes, Hud,” he breathed. “Feels good. Your mouth on me, your lips…”

I ran my fingertips down his breastbone to his belly button. His stomach muscles contracted and bunched as my hands roved lower.

“Please,” he whimpered as his cock pushed into my chest again. “Please, Hudson.”

He was hard as hell and dripping. The sticky fluid from his tip made a track up my torso and lit a fire in my groin. I tucked my chin to my chest so I could take a swipe at it with my tongue to see what it tasted like.

The sound that came out of Charlie when my tongue hit the skin of his cockhead made my balls tighten. He was sucking in air and whimpering with need. It made my desire to please him even greater than before.

I wanted to make it good for him. I wanted him to have the best orgasm of his life.

My brain frantically flipped through the Rolodex of every oral-sex tip I’d ever heard my brothers spout. I mouthed the tip and then sucked it onto my tongue and licked underneath.

Another hiss from Charlie. “Whatever you do, don’t stop.”

I wasn’t planning on it.

My hand cupped his balls like he’d done to mine. I pulled more of his shaft into my mouth and tried not to gag when it went too far. As soon as I pulled off a bit, I was back at it, trying to suck it in as deep as I could stand since I knew that would feel good for him.

I gagged again and kept trying.

“’S’okay,” Charlie slurred. His hands were gentle on the side of my face. “Slow down, baby, it’s okay.”

The endearment made my insides cramp. Tears were already dripping from the corners of my eyes from the gagging, but I wanted so much to please him.

I kept going, sucking and licking and jacking as best I could until he couldn’t help but rock his cock in and out of my mouth with his hips.

“Gonna come,” he gasped.

I pulled off and jacked him while tonguing his tight sac. Gagging and spitting out his come wouldn’t have been very elegant, so I knew better than to try and swallow on my first attempt.

He came with a cry and a clutch of his fingers in my hair. White ribbons shot across his flawless skin, and I scrambled up to taste them. I wanted every single bit of him I could get.

“Jesus fuck, Hudson.” His voice was gritty and hoarse. “What the hell?”

After one last pass of my tongue along his skin, I moved up next to him on the bed and collapsed.

“God, you’re sexy when you come.” I lay on my side and ran my hand down his chest until it rested on his opposite hip. “Will you let me do that again in a little while?”

He stared at me. “In what scenario would I say no to that question?”

I grinned and nestled closer to his side, inhaling the masculine scent from his armpit. “You smell delicious. Not like week-old cheese. And this red armpit hair is just about adorable.”

“You just called my pit stink adorable.”

“No. I called it delicious. I called the baby ginger fuzz adorable. Like a kitten.”

He snorted and smacked my shoulder. “Fuck off.”

I sniffed again. “Man stink. I think I like it. Is that weird? I liked how your balls smelled too. Am I a freak?”

Charlie rolled onto his side until he was facing me. He ran his hand up and down my arm. “No. That’s all very common, I promise. I may have enjoyed getting a whiff or two of you as well. Surely, though, this isn’t the first you’ve realized you like those things?”

I thought about it. “I keep racking my brain to come up with any signs I might have missed that I found another man attractive, but I just… I can’t think of anything. And it makes absolutely no sense. My brothers are gay. Do you have any idea how many gay bars and clubs I’ve been to? I’ve dirty danced with men, had them hit on me and grind against me on the dance floor. I’ve seen my brothers’ boyfriends shirtless on the tennis court and at the swimming pool. I’ve been in locker rooms with half-naked men. Not once did I feel that pull I feel with you. Not once.”

“I still can’t believe you have five gay brothers. You must be taking the piss.”

“I’m not… taking the piss. Whatever that means. If you don’t believe me, I’ll get them on the phone right now,” I said. “Make them… I don’t know…”

“Pull out their gay licenses?” he teased. “Drop trou and wank each other?”

I pretended to gag. “Stop. Please. We’re talking about my brothers.”

His face creased with confusion. “All jokes aside. How the hell do you have five gay brothers? And if your brothers are all gay, how did you not know you were too?”

“I’m not gay,” I said without thinking. It was a habit, I guessed, after years of people assuming I was gay because everyone else in my family seemed to be.

Big mistake.

Charlie’s eyes lost their twinkle, and his mouth closed. He rolled back over until he was looking at the ceiling. “Right. Not gay. My mistake.”

Fuck.

I laid my hand on his shoulder and tried to ignore his slight flinch. “No. That’s not what I meant.”

He turned his head back to lock eyes with me. “But it’s true, Hudson. Both of us know this was just a onetime experiment for you. It’s fine. It’s honestly not really my business. You wanted to see what it was like with a man and you did. I was up for a nice orgasm. No harm done. One night is all we have anyway, yeah?”

I’d lost him. The easy intimacy we’d shared that evening evaporated the minute I reminded him I was straight. The loss of it gutted me more than I would have expected.

I moved my hand up to brush through his messy waves. “I’m sorry,” I whispered before dropping a light kiss on his shoulder where my hand had been. “Please be patient with me. I didn’t mean it like that. I’m trying to be honest with you, and until I met you, Charlie, I wasn’t gay. And now… and now I don’t know what I am other than very fucking happy to be naked in this bed with you right now.”

He turned back toward me and leaned into my body, nestling his face in my neck and nipping at the skin there.

“I’m the one who’s sorry, Hudson,” he mumbled against my skin. “This must be very strange for you, yet here you are sucking cock like you’ve been doing it from birth. Well done, you.”

I barked out a laugh and pinched his ass.

“Call me a cocksucker one time and I’ll make that pinch hurt worse next time,” I promised.

He leaned his head back to fake a look of innocence. “But technically you are one, right?”

I rolled him over and wriggled my fingertips between his ribs in retaliation. His screeching and laughing led us to wrestle around on the bed, tickling and humping each other until we found ourselves turned head to foot. By the time I realized I was in the middle of my first sixty-nine, I was basically fucking Charlie’s face while gagging on his cock.

The Hudson Wilde who’d mastered vanilla-flavored missionary sex with a string of sweet girlfriends was long gone, and I didn’t dare wonder who the hell this sex-crazed man was who’d taken his place.

Hudson’s Words To Live By: (Take Three)

Oral sex is like competitive sports. Go big or go home.