Page 49 of Marry Me, Maybe?
“Have you come from anyone else sticking their cock inside your ass?”
“Jesus, Matty.”
“Fucking answer me.”
He heaved a breath. “No. No one else but you, I swear. I only let you do it to me.”
Was he being truthful? It gutted me that I could no longer tell.
“Matty, I swear it on my life. You’re the only one I’ve given my ass to. You’re the only one I want that way.”
“So that should make me feel better that you cheated?” I entered him with one hard thrust. He cried out, his bodystiffening. “Because it doesn’t. You shouldn’t have done it, Hudson.”
“I know. I’m sorry.”
But he shouldn’t have to say sorry in the first place. Not for this. “You were my first love.” My only love. A tear dripped down my cheek. “And you broke my fucking heart. You don’t get to tell me you’re sorry.”
Which made it asinine to be like that with him, but it was too late, and he felt too good, and I couldn’t pull out for the life of me. I grabbed his hips, bottoming out, and he wrapped an arm around my shoulders, anchoring us together.
“Matt,” he whispered, voice wrecked. “You always fill me so good.”
I couldn’t answer.
So I moved.
Slow at first, savoring the stretch, the heat, the goddamn familiarity of it. Relearning him. It was like the past and yet not quite.
His body still knew mine, still welcomed me like no time had passed at all, but there was grief tangled in every thrust, regret stitched between every gasp. I pressed my forehead to his, his breath mingling with mine, and desperately tried to find us again in the spaces where we still fit.
“God, Matty, don’t stop. Feels so fucking good—please?—”
He spread his legs wider, rocking back, chasing every thrust with that desperate, beautiful hunger I wanted him to have only for me.
Hudson had always been loud in bed, greedy with his pleasure, unashamed in the way he moaned my name, but this… this was something else.
Desperation laced every sound, like his body had beenstarving for this, for me. Like four years of wanting had finally snapped loose inside him, and now he couldn’t hold anything back.
Every breath was a plea, every shudder a confession. And I took it all because I wanted it just as badly. I didn’t want to live without it anymore.
I didn’t want to live without him anymore.
I didn’t want to live without Hudson Granger.
“Missed this with you, Matt.” Hudson shoved his hand inside my shirt and scraped his calloused fingers against my skin, sending shivers down my spine. “Missed you pounding into me like this, owning me. Fuck me, Matt. Just like you used to. Fuck me hard.”
He grabbed his cock, pumping himself as I drove into him. His body arched like a bow beneath me, muscles pulled tight and trembling. His abs clenched, thighs shook as he cried out my name, his voice cracking on the last syllable.
Head thrown back, sweat glistening down his throat, lips parted, he squeezed his eyes shut like it was too much to feel all at once.
The sight wrecked me.
Seeing him like that, coming apart on my cock, undid me.
I slammed my mouth to his, needing to taste that kiss I’d denied him earlier, needing to forget everything but this—the way he kissed me back, wild and hungry, like he’d been starving for four years and I was finally feeding him.
He locked his arms around me. I didn’t pull away.
Didn’t stop kissing him, shoving my tongue into his mouth, sucking on his.
