“No, I got this.” He threw the lube onto the bed and kneeled between my legs. Leaning forward, he kissed me gently. “Do you trust me?”
I eyed him suspiciously. “Why?”
“Just answer the question.” The gleam in his eye made my stomach flutter. I hesitated a second longer than I probably should have, but he waited, telling me everything I needed to know.
Hudson wouldn’t cross my boundaries.
I cupped his face, pulled him back in for a kiss. “Yes, I trust you,” I said against his lips.
“Good.” Hudson caught hold of my thighs and practically shoved my knees up to my ear.
“What the fuck, Hud.” I tensed. It wasn’t that I wouldn’t maybe, sometime in the distant future, consider letting him top me, but I would expect us to talk about it first. I’d tried it,knew I hated it, and preferred not to be in that position, but maybe for him…
“I’d never cross your line, Matt,” he whispered, staring into my eyes.
And I believed him. The tension eased out of my body. “I trust you,” I repeated.
“Hold your legs back.”
For him, I did.
Hudson straddled the back of my thighs, shifting up until his ass was positioned over my groin. Reaching for my cock, he kept it steady and sat slowly. I felt every stretch of his rim adjusting to accommodate my girth.
“Fuck.” Air exploded from my lungs. No one else had ever put me in this position before. I was the top, but in a receiving, more submissive position, which gave Hudson more control.
Clutching my legs, keeping them airborne, Hudson rose and fell, riding my cock while his bobbed between us, smacking his stomach. Once he found his rhythm, he moved faster, his cheeks slapping mine each time he swung his ass down.
“Shit,” I grunted, biting my bottom lip. He was so fucking hot riding me like that, like he was the one in charge. He leaned forward, slamming his lips into mine, kissing me hard, stabbing his tongue into my mouth while grinding on my dick.
“You like that?” he whispered, hot puffs of air hitting my lips. “Like the way I fuck myself on your cock like this?”
“Fuck, yes. Fuck me just like that.”
And he was. Fucking himself and me at the same time. It was beautiful. And hot. The way he towered over me. Took ownership of my cock like it was his to do with as hepleased. And it reminded me why I told him four years ago that he would be a power bottom.
He released my thighs, balancing his arms on either side of me on the bed, and I locked my ankles behind him.
“Oh, fuck…” His voice cracked on the word, desperate, guttural, like he was tearing it out of his chest. He rolled his hips forward and back, impaling himself again and again, each drop of his ass against me sharper, wetter, hungrier.
The sound of him was wrecking me. His little gasps breaking into needy moans, the slap of his skin meeting mine, the slick slide of my cock inside him. He wasn’t holding anything back, not tonight. He wanted me to hear how good I was giving it to him. How good he was giving it to himself.
“God, Matt,” he panted. Sweat shone down his hard chest, dripping from his jaw onto me. “You’re so deep—I can’t—I can’t stop.” He tipped his head back, throat bared, mouth open as another moan tore out of him. “Dreamed so often of fucking myself on your cock like this.”
I couldn’t tear my eyes off him. Watching him fuck down onto me like he owned it, like I was just lucky to be the one underneath him, made my stomach knot and my balls draw up tight. I gripped his hips, digging my fingers in, but it wasn’t to guide him. Hell, he was guiding me. I was just along for the ride.
“You’re mine.” He slammed himself down harder, faster. “This cock, mine. You feel me, baby? Say it.”
“Yours,” I choked out, barely breathing, stars flashing behind my eyes. “Fuck, Hudson, I’m yours.”
He rewarded me by grinding deep, milking me with every flex of his muscles, and the cry he let out shredded me in the best way.
“Matt, oh, fuck, Matt!” His hands slapped against mychest, gripping, clawing, his rhythm frantic now, chasing it, dragging me there with him whether I wanted it or not. My whole body tensed, my toes curled, and heat built sharp and unbearable at the base of my spine.
“Oh—God—Hudson—” My shout broke apart as my release ripped through me, my cock jerking deep inside him. I arched up, driving as far into him as I could go, holding him against me while the orgasm wrung me out, hard and endless.
Hudson didn’t slow down. He rode me through it, through the clench and shudder, grinding down, wringing every last spasm out of me while his cock slapped slick between us. He leaned close, desperate, kissing me messily, moaning into my mouth.
Hudson finally pulled back, panting, his legs trembling as he pushed off my chest and lifted himself off my cock. My dick slipped free, my orgasm still throbbing through me, and he collapsed beside me on the bed, chest heaving.
