Chapter 31

31

Hudson

Hudson’s Revelation:

I like being the boss, but I also like being bossed around. Rawr.

I couldn’t believe I’d said that out loud. I’d never in my life asked for anything sexual from another person. I’d considered anything my girlfriends wanted to do in bed or in the back seat of the car plenty exciting. Did I have fantasies that went beyond vanilla sex? Hell yes. Did I need to play out those fantasies in order to be happy in my relationship? I’d never thought so.

Until I met Charlie.

Once I’d had Charlie in bed back in Cork growling out the demand for me to suck his cock, I hadn’t been able to get the aggression out of my head. The command had been so raw and honest, one man claiming exactly what he wanted in the moment. No politeness or forced niceties. No gentle sweetness. Not that I didn’t love the act of making love when it was slow and gentle, because I did.

But there were times when you were just so fucking starved for it that you wanted to take, to give, to be pushed and to push back. To fuck and be fucked without any manners or euphemisms. Once I began thinking along those lines, I imagined hot nights in bed with Charlie in which he shoved my face into the mattress and took what he wanted. Random moments where he pushed my face down into his crotch and repeated the gruff phrase he’d said in Cork.

Suck my cock.

I’d balked back then. But not because I hadn’t wanted to do it. I most certainly had, but I’d been so afraid of screwing up. This time I wasn’t even going to wait for his command. I wanted his cock. In my hand, in my mouth, in my ass, anywhere he wanted to put it to receive pleasure from my body.

“Take off your clothes, Hudson.”

This smaller, slighter man had such a way of saying things that made me want to give control over to him. It surprised me how even just the tone of his voice made me shudder with the need to please him.

I stripped down as quickly as I could before dropping to my knees in front of him.

“Please may I suck your cock again?” I asked softly, meeting his eyes.

Charlie reached a hand out and brushed his fingers through my hair. “Is that what you’d like?”

I closed my eyes and took a breath before answering. “So much. So, so much.”

“Hmm.” He reached for his cock and brushed the tip across my mouth. The sticky wetness from the tip smeared against my lips. I stuck my tongue out to swipe at it.

“Please,” I breathed. “Please let me taste you, Irish.”

He used the hand in my hair to pull my head closer and fed me his dick slowly. “Open up those sexy lips,” he murmured. “That’s it. Just like that. Use your tongue. Mm-hm. Fuck, Hudson. Yes. So good. Such a sweet mouth. You like sucking me, don’t you? Like taking my cock deep in your mouth. That’s right. God, you’re making my balls tight. Want to come down your throat or deep in your arse. Would you like that?”

He kept encouraging me with soft words, half-dirty but somehow half-tender too. No matter what came out of his mouth, though, it was spoken with full control. There was no doubt in my mind who was in charge here, and it wasn’t me.

Thank god.

I bobbed up and down, trying to make it good for him, using one hand to caress his sac while the other remained wrapped around his stiff length to keep me from gagging too much. My eyes stayed locked on his until I caught sight of his ab muscles bunching in anticipation of his release.

“Take it all,” he said through gritted teeth. “You can do it.”

He held my head tight and forced himself into my throat with one last push as his release hit. I gagged violently against the invasion and felt tears pour out of my eyes.

But I forced myself to calm down and swallowed every single drop.

As soon as I was done, Charlie dropped to his knees in front of me and launched himself into my arms.

“Bloody hell,” he said against the side of my neck. “Fucking Christ, Hudson.”

The amazement and gratitude in his voice coupled with the intense trembling of his entire body was praise enough. He was surprised I’d been able to handle it. I’d pleased him. It was then that I realized I’d held power the entire time also. The power to make him come so hard he lost control, the power to bring him to his knees with gratitude. The power to make him want to tackle me to the ground and pay me back in spades.

I lay beneath him on the braided area rug of the bunkhouse bedroom and felt the hot, wet suction of his gratitude. I wondered if I’d ever gotten a blow job on the floor before.

No.

I wondered if I’d ever had someone shove their finger into my mouth for me to suck on before sticking it into my ass.

Most definitely no.

I wondered if I’d ever been naked with someone, feeling on the verge of orgasm and wondering what it would feel like to come with another man’s dick pounding into me from behind.

“Holy fuck,” I gasped as I shot long and deep into Charlie’s throat.

It took me a while to catch my breath. When I finally came down from the clouds, I noticed Charlie’s head on my shoulder and his long index finger making circles in my chest hair.

“Just so you know,” he said in a light, playful voice, “that was what we Irish call foreplay.”

Luck of the Irish, indeed.

I finally had the foresight to move us up to the more comfortable bed from the hard floor. We settled in together under the blankets and naturally resumed the same position with Charlie’s head on my shoulder and my arm around him. Our legs were tangled together, and Charlie’s knee dragged softly up and down my thigh.

“Did you sleep with Stevie?” I asked. I’d been trying my best not to think about it, but after he mentioned having breakfast with the guy the morning after their date, how could I not assume they’d slept together? The thought of Charlie’s naked body in bed with Stevie Devore made my stomach knot.

He chuckled and lifted his head up to meet my eyes. “No. Sorry I implied I did. I was bothered about you and Darci. Immature, yeah?”

I ran my fingers through his tangled locks. “Maybe. But even back in Ireland, I was peeved hearing about your ex Pat in Waterford.”

Charlie sat up and faced me. “Pat? Who told you about… oh, Cait. What did she say?”

I reached for his hand, unwilling to stop touching him while we spoke. “She told me he’d fucked you over, disrespected you and your relationship, then toyed with you after that. Sounds like a douche.”

Charlie’s lips turned up in a grin. “That word sounds weird coming out of your mouth.”

I pulled his hand up and kissed his knuckles, tasting the barest hint of hand soap with the tip of my tongue. “It’s not a word I normally use, but this is an extreme circumstance, wouldn’t you agree?”

“Yes. And I almost slept with the fucker when I did that delivery. I was so keyed up for a straight guy back at the inn, I was desperate to get off any which way I could.”

I growled and snapped my teeth at him. “I would have had to steal a car and drive there just to cut a bitch in order to defend your honor. Since I’m absolute shit at driving on the wrong side of the road, that would have been a disaster.”

Charlie’s laugh was easy and bright. I reveled in it.

“Glad I resisted, then. Wouldn’t want you to come to harm on the N24.”

I reached for the back of his neck and pulled him in for a kiss simply because I could. His mouth was soft and easy, his tongue searching for mine and his body warm and relaxed as he fell back on top of me. We kissed for a while before things heated up again, hands smoothing over skin and taking the measure of each other.

While we’d kissed, he’d moved farther up my body until my shaft was now pressed up behind his balls and sliding into his crease. The subtle thrusts of his hips against my stomach caused my dick to slide along his warm skin in a way that felt surreal. I wondered what it would be like to change the angle just enough to pierce his entrance and push inside of him.

Charlie’s lips grazed my ear. “Do you want to fuck me?”

I shuddered at my thoughts being put into words. “Yes.”

He moved away from me, and for a split second I wondered if I’d said the wrong thing. I knew I’d implied I’d wanted it to be the other way around, but with his tight ass rubbing along my hard cock, I couldn’t help but want to be inside him.

But he came back quickly with a bottle of lube and a condom in his hands.

“You sure? I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to do,” he said gently. “I’m versatile. Honestly happy either way. And we don’t have to do any of it if you—”

I reached for the condom and ripped it open. Hopefully that was answer enough because my heart was hammering too fast for me to speak coherently.

While I rolled it on, Charlie smiled briefly and opened the lube, pouring some onto his fingers and reaching around behind himself.

“Turn around,” I said, voice cracking from ramped-up excitement. “I want to watch.”

Without seeming to think about it, he reversed positions. His tongue swiped along my dick before suddenly his ass was in my face. I reached out to spread his cheeks apart so I could watch him prep himself.

His puckered entrance was already slick with a swipe of lube, and I reached out with a finger to see what it felt like. As soon as I touched the darkened skin of his hole, it squeezed closed in response.

“Fuck,” I breathed. “So sexy. What does this feel like?”

I ran my fingertip around the circle before pushing inside just a bit. The tight, hot channel contracted around my finger, wringing a moan out of me. I felt Charlie’s hand squeeze around my thigh in response, but his mouth was busy exploring my inner thigh.

“Charlie,” I breathed. “Where’s the lube?”

I wanted more. More touching, more exploring. More of any part of him he was willing to share with me.

After he handed me the bottle and I slathered some on my fingers, I rubbed and massaged him until I was able to press two fingers inside him easily. His mumbled encouragement was unnecessary. I was like a kid in a candy store.

Charlie grabbed the lube from me and took care of slicking up my cock before he yanked my hand away and flipped back around.

His face was flushed and gorgeous. His hair was a knotted mess half in his eyes and pushed over one shoulder.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I told him, reaching out with my other hand to push the hair from his face. “Thank you for putting up with my fumbling.”

His grin lit up his face. “Your fumbling felt just the thing, to be honest. Must remember to beg for your fumbling in the future. Now grab your cock and hold it for me.”

I did as he said and watched as he raised up and then lowered himself onto me. The tight cuff of his body took my breath away, and everything inside of me begged to shove up into that welcoming heat.

“Oh god,” I gasped. “Fuck, Charlie. You feel so fucking good.”

His hands rested on my shoulder and chest, holding himself still while his body adjusted to the intrusion. Tension bracketed his face for a moment until it eased away, and he slid farther onto me.

I closed my eyes and willed my stamina to man up.

You will not come. Not yet. Not until you feel him all around you.

He groaned and began to slide up and down, dragging his tight channel along my hard dick in the most amazing squeeze and suction I’d ever felt. The only other time I’d even attempted anal sex, I’d been too terrified of hurting the woman to keep a full erection.

But this? This was the opposite of that. I was so jacked up and hot for him, my cock pulsed inside of him as hard as it’d ever been. I knew it wouldn’t last. I knew I was going to blow shockingly quickly.

“Stroke off,” I said, gritting my teeth against the telltale tightening of my balls. “Can’t last.”

His hand wrapped around his own cock and began pumping in time with his bounces on top of me.

“Charlie, fuck. Gonna come,” I warned. I felt like my sac had never been so heavy and tight. My brain flashed an image of coming deep inside Charlie’s body, and that’s all it took for me to blow. “Holy fuck, shit. Oh god.”

Charlie’s body squeezed me even harder, and I lost my breath. My chest felt like it had turned inside out as I pushed up into him one last time and came. Wet heat splashed into my abdomen as Charlie’s shouted curse rang throughout the small room a moment later. He collapsed down on my chest soon after. His hair trailed over my shoulders, and my fingers automatically found a thick strand to toy with.

When my breathing steadied, I felt compelled to say something.

“That was pretty… amazing.”

Charlie snorted and lifted his head to look at me. “Amazing, huh? Glad you liked it. Were you in any doubt you would?”

I rolled my eyes. “No. And amazing isn’t the right word. I just can’t think of another right now. It was hot as hell and felt like nothing I’ve ever experienced before.” I rubbed my hands up and down his slender back to the swell of his ass. “Thank you.”

His face turned serious. “You okay after that? You can be honest with me.”

I smiled to reassure him. “I’m so much better than okay. I’m bloody fantastic,” I said, trying to fake an Irish accent.

Judging from his snort, I must have failed. But it hardly mattered when there was absolutely nothing that could bring down my good mood after sex with Charlie Murray.