Page 119 of Marry Me, Maybe?
“I know, babe.” He sighed, kissing the top of my head. “You’re a bigger man than I am, and I’ll always be grateful for that.”
“Less talking, more kneading.”
I twitched my ass to give him a bump, prodding him back to work.
“Yes, sir.”
The words went straight to my cock. I didn’t quite swallow my moan as he pushed his fingers into the middle of my back, and the sound that came out of me was X-rated. Hudson chuckled but kept going, working those miracle hands over my body.
I let my head drop into my arms and closed my eyes, letting him work me apart one knot at a time.
God, he was good at this. Too good. Every sweep of his hands down my back ended just a fraction lower than necessary, fingertips grazing the top of my ass, then sliding away again. Heat pooled low in my belly, slow but steady, until I was half-hard against the towel beneath me.
Too soon, the weight shifted off my back, and Hudson got to his feet. “There you go, big guy. Did I get all the knots out?”
Yeah, while causing another.
I rolled onto my back, the tent in the towel leaving no room for polite answers. I gestured at it. “You tell me. Got a massage to take care of that?”
His mouth curved, not sweet this time but wicked, the kind of smile that made my pulse kick.
“Why, Mr. Magnuson, that’s gonna cost you extra.”
“Name your price.”
“Hmm, how about we see how much you can afford after you get the special?”
“The special, huh? Show me then what’s so special about yours.”
In one smooth motion, he climbed back onto the bed, wedging himself between my thighs, the heat of him radiating through the thin towel still on his hips. He reached for an edge and slowly peeled back the cloth from my erection.
“Wow, Mr. Magnuson. I think this is going to cost you more than extra.” He wrapped his fingers around me, slow and teasing, dragging from base to tip until I was biting back a curse.
“I don’t care how much it costs.” To my sanity. To my pockets. To my heart. “Get it wet.”
“With pleasure.”
I completely believed him. The way he leaned down and took me into his mouth might have brought him more pleasure than me. His lashes lowered, and he hummed at the back of his throat. Inch by careful inch, he slipped my cock down his throat, lips stretched across the breadth of me.
I tangled my fingers in his hair, but Hudson pulled off my cock, grabbed my hands, and pushed them above my head. “Keep them there.”
“I want to touch you.”
“You can. When it’s your turn. Let me have my fun, please.”
I groaned—low, rough, and utterly helpless. He trailed his lips up the length of my cock, kissed the head, then swallowed me down all at once. I clenched my teeth to keep from reaching out, grabbing his head, and fucking the back of his throat. He took his time—his sweet, torturous time—sucking me off, lots of spit, lots of tongue, and a whole lot ofthroat. I seized the sheets on either side of my head, my abs crunching and my breathing shallow.
“Hud, please,” I begged. “Can’t take it anymore.”
He pulled off my cock, a trail of saliva maintaining the connection until it broke. “Don’t move. I want to try something different.”
I watched him impatiently as he snatched the lube from the bedside drawer, then coated a generous amount down my cock. A lot of lube. My feelings must have shown on my face because spots of bright pink appeared in his cheeks.
“Hey, you’ve been riding me a lot lately.” He slid his fingers back, getting himself lubed as well. “I’m a little sore.”
Fuck.
“I’m sorry. You know I’m just crazy about you, Hud, and it’s been so long.” I ran my hands up his thighs and squeezed. “You don’t have to. I can jack off just looking at you.”
