For a moment, he lay there, his hand working furiously over his cock, face twisted with need. Then he turned, grabbed my wrist, and dragged me toward him. His eyes were wild, blown black.
“Eat me out,” he said. “Please, Matt. Want your tongue inside me.”
Fuck. My body answered before my brain could catch up. I shoved myself down between his legs, spreading them open, tilting his hips up so his ass was in the air, and dove in. The taste of lube and cum coated my tongue as I licked over his rim, teasing first, then flattening my tongue and pushing inside the gaping hole my cock had left behind.
“Fuck, yes,” Hudson gasped, digging his fingers into my hair and gripping me tight. “Just like that. Oh my God, don’t stop. Love it when you fuck me with your tongue.”
I tongued him open, licking into him, then slicked my fingers with spit and eased two inside, curling them while I sucked his hole. He jerked up off the bed, keening, stroking himself harder.
“Matt, Matt, fuck. I’m gonna—” His words broke off into a strangled cry as I pushed in a third finger, rubbing his sweet spot while I pressed my tongue against his taint. He grunted, arching his back, and spilled across his stomach in hot, thick ropes.
I pulled my fingers free and crawled up his body. His chest rose and fell like he’d run a race, eyes still glazed from release. Without hesitation, I bent down and licked the mess off his stomach, slow and deliberate, tasting every drop of him while he whimpered and clutched my hair.
When I lifted my head, his lips were parted, his face wrecked, and he looked at me like I’d just given him the world.
“That was… fucking insane,” he whispered, breathless, tugging me down into a kiss that was all tongue and heat with a promise of forever.
“Where did you learn how to do that?” I whispered against his lips, my stomach clenching at the idea of Hudson fucking himself on another man like that.
“Don’t be jealous. I’ve never done that with anyone.”
“Did you invent a new sex position, then?”
He laughed, pulling me down on top of him and wrapping his arms around my shoulders. I kissed his neck, sinking comfortably into him. Being with Hudson was always easy. It was as natural as breathing.
“I’d love to say I did, but nope. The Amazon position is a little something I saw during my porn days but never tried it before now.”
“One day you’re gonna have to show me those videos you made.”
“Fuck, no. I wasn’t kidding when I said they were bad. I wasn’t very good at it. Had no idea why until I met you. You were right. I much prefer being your power bottom.”
I kissed his collarbone. “Hey, you were so good at it, you mademefeel like I was the bottom.”
“You liked it, though, right?”
“Loved it. Nothing like seeing your man take control when he needs to. But don’t complain if you wake up in the middle of the night with your ankles up to your ears just so I can remember I’m the top in this relationship.”
Chuckling, Hudson squeezed me to him, holding me tight against him. “I was that good, huh?”
“You were amazing, Huddlebug.”
“Hmm.” He made a contented sound at the back of his throat. “Matt.”
“Hmm?”
“I love you.”
I smiled, kissed his chest, and whispered, “I know.”
28
HUDSON
By the time the ranch gate came into view, Ivy blinked awake, all sleep-tangled hair and heavy lids. She’d worked so damn hard today during her therapy session, and her new therapist had praised her progress. The minute we pulled out of Dr. DeWitt’s lot, Ivy crashed hard, thumb in her mouth, cheek stuck to the car seat strap, the empty sticker sheet for “good listening” crinkled in her fist.
I parked near the paddock and lifted her out of her new car seat Matty had insisted on getting fitted forhistruck, which felt more like mine now that I drove it all the time. Ivy wrapped both legs around my waist koala-style, still clutching the sticker sheet.
“Horsey?” She straightened up, twisting to look at the fence line where Gray and Lawson were breaking in one of Matty’s new rescues. Ozzie, who was next to Lawson’s husband, Opie, was watching the spectacle, but he raised an arm and waved us over.
