Twenty

Jack

It was strange how comfortable it felt to be with Hudson. I tried not to question it and just roll with my feelings, but when he looked at me the way he was right now all of my best laid plans went out the window. He made me feel things I never wanted to think about before, and dammit if I didn't want him to feel the same things.

"Are you hungry?" he asked but I didn't want him to move.

"I could eat, but I don't want to move," I admitted making him chuckle.

"How about if I make us some snacks and I promise to come right back."

"I guess that can work," I said, making him chuckle again.

"Wait right here." He kissed the side of my head before he slid out from under me. I watched the television but didn't pay as much attention to it as I did to what Hudson was doing. He made several trips back and forth to the refrigerator and chopped and mixed, then took out a plate and put a few things on it.

He walked over and set it on the table. "I made us a snack tray."

I sat up to look at it before choosing some salami. He'd put a little bit of everything on it, fruit, veggies, some small cookies, crackers, and meat and cheese. "Wow, fancy," I said and popped the salami in my mouth.

"It's nothing," he said and waved me off. "Just something I threw together." He smiled as he sat down next to me.

"Handsome and can cook too. You're what we call around these parts, a catch," I said with a western drawl.

He laughed and after eating a few bites of fruit and cheese he sat back on the couch, and I immediately returned to resting my head on his lap. Another episode had just started, and he laughed at something but all I could focus on was how warm his leg felt under me and the feel of his hand on my back. My eyes drifted shut and I was at that floaty stage just about ready to fall asleep when in the distance I heard the buzz of the washer telling me the load was done. "I'll be back," I said and eased up off his lap.

I still had no clue what the fuck we were doing, but every moment we were together made me want one more moment. He was so affectionate, and the more he touched me the more I wanted him to touch me. His hands always seemed to find their way onto either my leg, or my arm, or my back. I never thought I would like to be touched so much, but dammit I did.

I switched over my laundry from the washer to the dryer and started another load. I had to admit it was nice not having to use my parents' machine. My landlord let me use their washer and dryer, but they still had kids at home and used it regularly. "Everything okay out there?" Hudson yelled from the living room.

"Everything is just fine," I said as I walked back over to him. His eyes were on me as though he was waiting to see what happened next. So rather than sitting next to him I straddled his legs. He cupped my ass and grinned at me.

"What's this?" he asked.

"Round two?" I asked and kissed him. His arms wrapped around me and pulled me close, and I tried to control the urge to hump him. The fingers of one of his hands traced my ass crack and I wanted him to fuck me again. I reached for his dick but before I could unfasten his pants, he lifted me up and carried me down the hall.

"Good thing we got supplies. I left so fast to get here I didn't bring anything. But I never thought I'd meet someone like you either," he said as he walked into a room on the end, kicked the door shut, and climbed on top of me as he settled me on the bed.

"Good thing, because I want you to fuck me," I said, and he grinned at me.

"I love that you're not afraid to ask for what you want."

"Also good, because I'm not joking." I pushed him back enough to pull off my shirt and his hands immediately trailed along my abs and my waistband. I couldn't wait any longer and shimmied out of my jeans and tried to push his down too, but when that didn't work, I settled for pulling his shirt off over his head. "I love your chest." He wasn't hairy, just enough between his pecs to make the hair feel silky and soft next to the hard nubs of his nipples. Leaning up I licked at one while he hissed in reaction.

He finally stood enough to push his jeans down and I stared at his body. When we'd fucked earlier it was all fast and furious, but I wanted to take my time and enjoy him, and I wanted him to enjoy me. Kneeling between my knees he ran his hands up my legs to grip my dick. It was already standing up ready for him when he stroked it. "Jesus, Jack," he mumbled before leaning in to lick the head.

"Oh yeah," I groaned and tried to shove him down onto me a little more. My hips pumped up to his face and I wanted more than anything for him to suck me off, but I also wanted him to fuck me and possibly for me to fuck him too. I wanted it all and I hoped he was feeling energetic because we had all night, and we were damn well going to make the most of it.

"What do you want, Jack," he whispered, but he had a sexy growl to his voice that made my dick jump to attention.

"Suck me," I groaned, and he was on me as soon as the words were out of my mouth. He sucked and licked and tried to get as much of me as he could into his mouth. My back arched and he held my hips down taking control, before tugging on my balls with one hand and slowly reaching back to my asshole.

His eyes were on me the whole time, watching every reaction and making sure he repeated anything I liked. Never had someone played my body the way he did, and it made me crave him even more. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore and flipped him over, so he was on the bed looking up at me. I picked up one of the condoms he'd tossed on the bed, ripped it open and slid it onto him, and after smearing some lube on myself, I straddled him and slowly slid down onto his hard dick.

"Fuck," he groaned and threw his head back and adjusted his hips. I loved watching him fight for control while I did everything I could to make him lose it. Resting my hand on his chest I lifted up enough to have room to slide slowly back down. He met my eyes and grimaced, but not in pain. "You're trying to kill me."

"What a way to go," I said and rode him hard. He tried to hold my hips, but I pulled him up enough so I could grip his shoulder and move the way I wanted to. Sweat ran down my face and chest, and I wasn't sure how much longer I could keep up this punishing pace. Hudson pulled me down to him for a kiss, but it wasn't a hard, frantic kiss. It was slow and sweet, and filled with emotions I didn't know or understand, but I wanted to feel again and again. His eyes met mine and I slowed down and drew out our release. It was a dance, slow and sensuous, and full of fire and heat. He licked his hand before reaching for my dick and slowly stroking me. I didn't want it to end, it was the perfect combination of sensations, but I knew it couldn't last forever.

He squeezed my hip and gasped just before he came, and he somehow kept stroking me through my own release. I thought earlier was perfect, but I was so wrong. The best was yet to come.