Page 137 of Wrecking Us
I grin as he deepens our kiss, sliding his tongue in my mouth. I hear a soft laugh behind us, but I can’t stop smiling as I break away.
“Want to get out of here?” Hudson asks, his voice a silky whisper.
I nod. “Fuck yes.”
“Your room or mine?” Hudson asks, his voice sweet like sugar.
I twist my lips, knowing I don’t have to think about it. “Yours.”
The walk back to the hotel is quiet, but not in an eerie way. I slip my fingers between Hudson’s. A couple people give us strange looks on the way, but it doesn’t bother me.
Not anymore.
He squeezes my hand before I let go, opening the door for him.
Hudson leads me through the lobby to the elevators.
The elevator opens and we both walk in. The doors close as Hudson presses the number four. I slide closer to him, unable to resist him. Something tells me that will never change.
I push him up against the elevator wall.
“Trey…” He groans, but it’s weak. He can’t resist me, either, and we both know it.
I pin him against the wall as I kiss his jaw.
“I can stop if you want.” My mouth finds that sweet spot and he cranes his neck, his hands coming to rest on the space where my neck meets my shoulder. His thumb brushes over my throbbing vein.
“If you can’t handle it,” I tease him. Hudson lets out a deep grunt.
“Of course I can handle it,” he growls as he grips my hip and flips me, pushing my back against the wall, the thud echoing around us. I grin as I grab his throat, crushing my lips to his. The door opens, and he gets off of me, his dark, amber gaze holding mine as he grabs my hand and leads me out of the elevator.
When we get to his room, there is no hesitation. The minute the door opens, Hudson’s hands go for my neck, his lips finding mine like a magnet. I untie his tie quickly, popping the buttons on his shirt as he goes for my belt, making deft work of removing it.
Between our rushed kisses and feverish touches, we’re both naked in minutes, kissing and shoving at one another as we fight to top the other.
Hudson wins, fair and square, as he shoves me against the bed and straddles me. His dick slides against mine; achingly hard and wet, and I groan in response, reaching to wrap my hand around us.
Hudson’s lips find mine and he kisses me so hard I think I see stars. He’s never kissed me likethis, and I can’t help but groan in response. His hand finds mine—the one wrapped around us—and he pushes it away softly.
“Want… your… dick…” He breathes out the words in a rush. “In my… mouth.”
I grin as I push his head down. “Then by all means, baby. Take it.”
His lips graze the tip of my cock as he kisses it, his tongue sliding over my weeping slit and I groan. My fingers tighten my grip in his hair as I thrust my cockhead against his lips.
“It’s yours,” I breathe. Hudson looks up at me from between my legs, his amber eyes finding mine.
Hudson’s fingers trail down my legs as he takes my cock in his mouth and I curse.
“Oh, fuck…” I cry. One hand cups my balls as he presses his tongue into my slit, his thumb grazing my hole, and I nearly jump off the bed as a fresh bout of precum forms at my tip.
It’s been too long since I felt his mouth on my cock, and I don’t think I’ll be able to hold off.
“Mine.” He utters the word so beautifully, it’s hard to refute as he kisses my cock, taking me into the back of his throat. My balls tighten.
“Hudson, I’m—”
I barely get the words out to warn him before my orgasm wrecks me. He doubles down, sinking his fingernails into my skin.
