Speechless (Pier 70 #3) (15 page)

Twenty

THAT WOULD GO down in the history books as the most innocent (although erotic) shower he’d ever taken when in the presence of a smoking-hot man. There for a minute, Teague had thought Hudson was going to lose control and bang the shit out of him right there against the tiled wall, but somehow the guy had recovered, and they’d washed up, dried off, and were now sitting at Hudson’s kitchen table eating Chinese food.

He might’ve been irritated if it weren’t for the fact that Hudson had only allowed him to put a towel around his hips. When Teague had started to dress, Hudson had informed him that it would be a waste of time. That little bit of information had arousal coursing through his veins, and his dick was tenting the towel.

However, it didn’t have any impact on his appetite. He was starving.

They’d managed to make a decent dent in the food when Hudson signed to him before taking a drink of his tea.

Are you still working on sign language?

Teague nodded. “I’m trying. It’s getting easier.” He took another bite and chewed before continuing. “I talked to Dare the other day and he has a book he said I could borrow. He bought it when he took the class.”

I can keep teaching you.

He didn’t want Hudson to know how much he would like that. Instead, after taking a drink, Teague grinned. “I’m sure there are quite a few things you can teach me.”

And vice versa.

Hudson’s eyes darkened with what looked to be restrained arousal, and the thought of pushing him until he snapped made Teague’s dick twitch. It drove him crazy that the man had so much self-control. If Teague had a third of what Hudson had, he would be an entirely different person.

Finish eating.

Laughing at Hudson’s discomfort, Teague dug back in and didn’t stop until he had cleaned his plate. When he looked up, he saw Hudson was watching him.

Time for a movie.

A movie?

Okay, that wasn’t what Teague had expected they’d be doing next, but he could go with it. For now.

“Let me do the dishes,” he insisted.

Only if you lose the towel.

Teague felt his face go warm. He’d never been the type to strut around naked, but… “Okay.”

He stood up and dropped the towel, watching Hudson’s eyes as they slowly raked over him from head to toe, then back up. The guy made his skin heat a couple of degrees from the obvious approval that warmed his eyes. Teague got the feeling this was going to be a long night.

Somehow, Teague managed to clean the few dishes they’d used, but he felt Hudson’s eyes on him as he worked. It didn’t help that there wasn’t a wall that separated the kitchen from the living room, so Hudson had gotten an unobstructed view of Teague’s ass the entire time.

Once he was finished and he flipped off the kitchen light, Hudson urged him over to the couch, patting the spot directly beside him. The room was completely dark except for the glow from the television screen.

“If I have to be naked, I think it’s only fair that you are, too,” he told Hudson when he stopped in front of him.

Hudson’s dark eyes paused on Teague’s dick, which was standing up straight, begging for attention. After several seconds, they finally lifted to meet his.

Is that right?

Teague nodded. He was glad he’d spent so much time learning sign language. It was certainly easier to communicate this way than having to get his phone whenever Hudson wanted to talk. Granted, he didn’t always understand everything but got the gist most of the time.

Hudson popped up from the couch, stripped off his shorts, then sat down again, grabbing Teague’s arm and pulling him down beside him. He didn’t even get a chance to ogle those long legs or his incredibly big dick. But when he brushed up against Hudson, he no longer cared. The warmth of the man’s big body was welcoming as Teague leaned into him, his attention on the television.

Was that…?

“Porn?” He glanced over at Hudson, unable to hold in his laughter. “
That’s
the movie you had in mind? Porn?”

Hudson’s smile was wicked.

“Funny. I didn’t think of you as a porn watcher.”

What did you think I did in my spare time?

Suddenly, the only thing he could think about was Hudson sitting here on this couch, dick in hand, watching gay porn every night before he went to bed. Definitely a nice fantasy.

“Figured you were more of a reader.” After all, there was a book on the coffee table.

Hudson shrugged.

Teague remembered all the times Hudson had pushed his boundaries in the very beginning. He’d gotten somewhat used to not being fully satisfied, but he never knew what to expect during their encounters. It all seemed to be some sort of game for Hudson, which—provided there weren’t any questions—Teague had actually come to enjoy.

Not to mention, it made the anticipation that much greater.

HUDSON COULDN’T GIVE less of a shit what they watched tonight or if the TV was even on, for that matter. He’d opted for porn because he figured Teague wouldn’t think anything of it. If Hudson kept their interactions sexual, the guy wouldn’t panic that things were getting too intimate.

Funny how Teague didn’t shy away from the most intimate act of all—sex—but he freaked out after falling asleep on Hudson’s couch. Not that it mattered now. Hudson was ready to settle in for the night, and he was going to let things play out however they were meant to. Whether he ended up giving in to his baser urges and claiming Teague in the most intimate way possible or he simply toyed with him for a while, Hudson intended for them both to come tonight.

Ten minutes later, it was clear that porn hadn’t been a good idea. Hudson was still sitting up on the couch, and Teague had started teasing Hudson’s dick with his hands. A gentle brush of his fingers at first, then Teague had covered Hudson’s cock with his palm, fondling his balls with his fingertips. It wasn’t long before Teague had spread out on the couch, his head on Hudson’s thigh, and now Hudson’s cock was tunneling in and out of Teague’s fantastic fucking mouth with—as long as he leaned a little to the left—an unobstructed view.

He could sit here and watch this all fucking night.

While Teague blew him, Hudson let his hand trail down the smooth length of Teague’s back. Since the kid was lying on his stomach, Hudson had to lean over, using his hands to knead the firm flesh of Teague’s ass. The guy had a phenomenal ass.

Every time Teague released Hudson’s cock, he squeezed Teague’s ass, letting him know to keep going. He was a long way from coming tonight, but he wasn’t going to bore Teague with those details. He would soon prove he had the stamina of a twenty-five-year-old.

Instead, he was going to work Teague into a frenzy, then…

Then what, he wasn’t sure yet, but he wasn’t putting any limits on the night. And if things continued in the direction they’d taken already, there was no doubt where they would end up.

Hudson slicked two of his fingers with his own saliva, then returned to playing with Teague’s ass, only this time, he slid one finger down the crack, then two.

“Hudson…” Teague spread his legs wide, offering himself up to Hudson’s searching fingers.

When he slid one finger into the puckered hole, Teague’s ass clamped down on the digit.

Fuck, he was tight. Hudson’s dick pulsed and throbbed at the idea of sliding into the warm depths of Teague’s body. He realized he was breathing harder than before, but so was Teague.

While he tried to focus on the television, he leisurely fucked Teague’s asshole with one finger. In, out, in, out. Every now and then he would add another. Since Teague had ceased his oral ministrations, rather laying his head on Hudson’s thigh, there wasn’t a risk of Hudson blowing any time soon, so he enjoyed the buildup.

Hudson pushed in two fingers, curling them as he did. Teague moaned his name, gently pushing his hips back, trying to take more of Hudson’s fingers inside him.

“That feels so fucking good,” Teague groaned. “Don’t stop.”

He had no intention of stopping.

It didn’t take long before Teague’s moans had his body igniting, needing more. Freeing his fingers from Teague’s ass, Hudson used his hands to jerk Teague’s hips, urging him to turn over. When he moved, so did Hudson. He worked his way over Teague, straddling his head while his mouth hovered over the long, thick length of Teague’s cock. When he teased the swollen crest with his tongue, Teague cried out, his hips jerking upward. Hudson took him all the way in his mouth, burying his nose in Teague’s ball sac.

The kid smelled like Hudson’s body wash, and he’d be damned if that didn’t send a possessive spark shooting through him. The thought of Teague smelling like him… It made him want to claim him all the more.

“Oh, fuck… Oh, fuck…” Teague’s hips began to pump erratically while Hudson sucked him, stroking the smooth, silky skin with his tongue. “Hudson… Oh, fuck…”

In an effort to take the edge off so Teague wouldn’t come yet, Hudson got up onto his knees, staring down his body at Teague as he fed his own cock into his warm mouth. After showing Teague that he wanted him to return the favor, Hudson resumed his place over him and began sucking Teague’s dick again. The warm suction on his cock made it difficult to focus on Teague’s pleasure, but he tried. They remained like that—in the sixty-nine position—until Hudson couldn’t take any more.

If he wanted this to last—which he absolutely did—then he was going to have to try a different tactic. One that involved him worshiping Teague’s body for a little while, before sinking deep and losing himself for the rest of the night.

Twenty-One

BEFORE THE NIGHT was over, Teague was going to lose his fucking mind. And he knew that was Hudson’s plan.

One second, he was deep throating Hudson’s thick cock, the next, Hudson was kissing him senseless. He was so fucking hard it hurt, but the instant Hudson’s mouth was on his, all of that faded away. He practically crawled up Hudson’s body, straddling his lap as Hudson held his head, feasting on his lips. In an effort to relieve some of the tension in his balls, Teague ground his hips, sliding his cock against Hudson’s. That lasted all of three seconds before Hudson stilled him by banding his other arm around him.

Teague briefly wondered whether or not he would survive tonight. Part of him hoped he didn’t because … holy fuck … this was going to be one hell of a ride.

Teague found himself at the mercy of Hudson’s mouth. He surrendered to the kiss, his fingers curling around Hudson’s waist as he held on, letting Hudson deepen the kiss as he held him in place. The kissing thing was not quite so bad—not with Hudson at least. If he were honest, he would have to admit to liking it far more than he should. The way Hudson held him, tongue stroking tongue … there was actual
feeling
involved, although Teague pretended otherwise. He had no intention of going down that road, but if it would lead to Hudson screwing his brains out, he was willing to try just about anything.

A grunt escaped him when Hudson picked him up and flipped him over so that he was on his back, his ass hanging off the edge of the cushion. Hudson shoved the coffee table out of the way and knelt on the floor before him. Big, strong hands pushed his legs back, spreading them wide so that Teague’s ass was open to Hudson’s hungry gaze.

He watched, breath lodged in his chest as Hudson leaned down and licked him.

“Fuck!” The warmth of that tongue against his asshole had him trying to close his legs, but Hudson held him open while he licked him again.

The rimming was incredible. Although he was folded like a pretzel, his knees touching his shoulders, his head on the back cushion, spine bent, Teague couldn’t think of anything except for the pleasure that slammed into him every time Hudson’s tongue teased his sensitive flesh.

Needing more, Teague reached for his cock, but Hudson instantly stopped him, grabbing his wrist, then reaching for the other, effectively pinning his hands and his legs to the cushion.

“Oh, God,” he groaned when Hudson speared him with his tongue.

Chills raced over his skin because the pleasure was so intense, searing him from the inside out. Hudson continued to look at him while he ate his ass, licking, fucking, driving him out of his mind with his wicked tongue. He stopped only long enough to draw Teague’s throbbing dick into his mouth, sucking roughly before licking over his balls and stabbing Teague’s ass with his tongue again. Hudson repeated the steps over and over, sucking Teague’s cock, laving his balls, licking his ass… Teague was slowly blinded by the pleasure.

He’d never had anyone focus this much on him. Sure, he’d had blow jobs galore, but never had a man focused so much attention on rimming him, on bringing him to the brink by licking him so perfectly. He never wanted Hudson to stop, but if he didn’t, Teague was going to come. He didn’t want to, but it’d been so long since his ass had been pleasured like this.

As though he could read Teague’s thoughts, Hudson eased up, licking him gently, ratcheting up his desire another notch, then another. When Hudson released Teague’s hands, their eyes met, and he could see the command in the emerald depths. He was not supposed to move.

Gripping the cushion tightly, Teague focused on Hudson, watching as he lifted up, his hands trailing down the backs of Teague’s thighs, teasing him with the lightest brush of his fingers. Those hands roamed down to his balls, tugging, squeezing, making Teague cry out from the ecstasy that threatened to consume him.

He groaned when Hudson moved away, reaching over toward the side table closest to the kitchen. When Hudson returned, he was holding a bottle of lubricant, squirting some onto his fingers, then more onto Teague’s ass. The liquid was cold against his overheated skin, but it felt good. It felt even better when Hudson’s fingers slid over his hole, doing a slippery slide as he teased, pushing the very tip of his finger into Teague’s ass.

“Oh, fuck … Hudson…” Teague met Hudson’s gaze. “Need more. Give me more.”

Anyone else would’ve fucked him by now, putting them both out of their misery, but it was clear Hudson was on a mission.

And once again, Teague had to wonder whether he would make it through unscathed.

HUDSON WAS WILLING to do this all night if he could look into those stormy blue eyes and see the lust that shined there. Teague was hanging by a thread, and Hudson wasn’t even close to finished with him.

He continued to watch Teague’s face while he penetrated his ass with one slick finger. Teague’s mouth opened in a silent cry as Hudson pushed in deep, angling for his prostate. He massaged gently while Teague’s body shook. He was folded damn near in half, his legs spread wide, his hands holding his ankles now as though he was scared he would try to touch himself otherwise. Hudson wasn’t ready for Teague to join in. He wanted him to see how good it was when it wasn’t about instant gratification.

Leaning forward, Hudson drew Teague’s cock into his mouth once more while he added another finger into his ass, pushing in, retreating. He fingered Teague’s asshole slowly, loving the groans that echoed through the apartment. Teague was so fucking beautiful like this, so damn vulnerable. Hell, watching him could probably get Hudson off if he wanted.

But he didn’t.

He fully intended to be buried deep inside Teague’s beautiful ass when the time came.

Hudson continued to probe Teague’s ass, fucking him with two fingers, scissoring them, working Teague open so he’d be ready for Hudson’s cock. When Teague closed his eyes, Hudson smacked his ass. The kid’s eyes flew open. Hudson narrowed his eyes and Teague nodded. He did not want Teague to close his eyes. He wanted him right there with him the entire time.

When Teague began begging him to let him come, Hudson stopped. He got to his feet and pulled Teague up to a sitting position. Twining his fingers into Teague’s silky hair, he pushed his cock past those kiss-swollen lips. Heat coiled in his gut as he face-fucked Teague, allowing the sensations to consume him. Adrenaline surged through his body. His muscles were tense, heat coiling in his gut. He was doing his damnedest to hold back… Fuck, it wasn’t easy.

When he was close, Hudson pulled out of Teague’s mouth, urged Teague to turn over.

While Teague got into position, kneeling and holding on to the back of the couch, Hudson retrieved a condom, rolled it on, then grabbed more lube. While using one slick finger to fuck into Teague’s eager ass, he coated his cock with his free hand.

“Need to feel you,” Teague moaned. “Want you inside me.”

Yeah, well. Hudson had every intention of filling Teague’s ass. He was trying to do this Teague’s way. If he were doing it his way, they would’ve moved this to the bed and Teague wouldn’t be allowed to look away from him. But that was all in due time.

Placing his hand in the center of Teague’s back, Hudson forced him forward, then gripped Teague’s hips and pulled his ass back.

Fuck.

He planted his knees on the edge of the couch, pressed the head of his dick against the tight ring of muscle, and pushed into Teague slowly. The muscles in Teague’s back tensed. Hudson did not want to hurt him, so he went slowly. Once he was in enough to let go, he gripped Teague’s hips and ran his thumbs over the smooth skin of Teague’s lower back, never looking away as his dick sank deeper and deeper.

The pleasure was intense; Teague’s body strangled his dick with its warmth.

Oh, fuck.

Hudson bit his lip, trying to keep from slamming his hips forward.

“Please…” Teague’s voice was raw with his lust. “Hudson…”

Teague’s hand came back and gripped Hudson’s thigh, his fingertips digging into the muscle.

“Feels so good… Need more… Please.”

Hudson pushed in deeper, then retreated a little, pushed in again. He continued to work his dick into Teague, inch by inch, until he was balls deep and breathing roughly. Keeping his eyes locked on the place where they were joined, Hudson held on to Teague’s hips and began pumping his hips forward, pulling back. His eyes threatened to close because the intensity was so great, the feeling exquisite. That, mixed with the grunts and groans coming from Teague, the way he begged and pleaded, asking for more, harder, faster…

Hudson’s control snapped.

He slammed into Teague, pounding him harder, faster, giving him everything they both wanted and needed. It was a brutal mating, sexy and so goddamn hot. He never wanted it to end.

Shifting, Hudson put one foot on the couch, forcing Teague lower so that he could drill down into him, nailing him harder and harder.

“Oh, fuck, yes… Hudson… Fuck me. Just like that. Don’t stop. God, don’t stop.”

He couldn’t stop. Thrust after thrust, he pounded Teague’s ass, gripping his hips forcefully, sweat dripping down his temples. His heart was racing, his breaths slamming in and out of his lungs in time with the pounding he was giving Teague.

“Need more,” Teague said. “Need to jack my dick. Let me, Hudson. Let me…”

Hudson smacked Teague’s ass, signaling for him to do what he needed to do. It was that or Hudson was going to come, and he wanted to watch Teague come undone first.

Teague’s arm disappeared beneath his body, and Hudson could feel the vibrations as Teague pulled and tugged on his dick, stroking faster, keeping pace with the punishing thrust of Hudson’s hips. He dug his fingertips into Teague’s flesh, letting him know he was close.

“Yes … yes… Oh, fuck, yes… Gonna come… Oh, fuck, I’m gonna come.”

Hudson released Teague’s hips and leaned over him, wrapping one arm around him while he put the other on the back of the couch. He buried himself deep, driving his hips forward again and again until Teague screamed his name, his body jerking beneath him.

Only then did Hudson let go, his hips stilling as he covered Teague with his body. His dick pulsed as he filled the condom. He didn’t want to let Teague go, but he knew he was holding him too tight. He couldn’t help it. Although he’d given in tonight, Hudson feared this would freak the guy out, send him running for the hills. That was the last damn thing Hudson wanted, but he knew, no matter what, it was no longer up to him.

So, he took a deep breath, kissed Teague’s back, and forced himself upright. He went to the bathroom to dispose of the condom and clean up. After brushing his teeth and washing his face—wasting far more time than he should have—Hudson took a deep breath and decided he had to go back out there.

He only prayed that he didn’t step out of the bathroom to find Teague gone.