“Promise me you’re going to be as loud as you want.”
“Of course. We’re recreating our memories from back then, aren’t we? Then it wouldn’t be accurate if I wasn’t screaming your name and begging you to fuck me harder.”
35
HUDSON
Matty had me caged under him, his mouth hot and relentless, kissing me like he meant to swallow the breath out of my lungs. His weight pinned me deep into the mattress, every inch of him solid and heavy and mine. I couldn’t stop the sounds tumbling out of me—low groans, whimpers, gasps—because God, the man knew how to kiss.
His thigh pressed between mine, grinding up into me until I was arching, chasing him without thought. I ran my hands everywhere, over the broad span of his shoulders, down his back, and gripped the curve of his ass to drag him tighter against me. When I squeezed, he hissed into my mouth, then bit my lip in payback, making me cry out and laugh at the same time.
“Clothes off,” I panted against his mouth.
He didn’t need telling twice. He shoved my shirt up, broke the kiss just long enough to yank it over my head, then went back in, teeth scraping my jaw, tongue wet and demanding.
“You’re so fucking sexy, Hud.”
“Right back at you, babe.”
I fumbled at my buttons, desperate, and cursed when they slipped under my fingers.
“I’ve got it.” His voice was a rough growl, but his hands were at my jeans, undoing me in record time.
I dragged his shirt open, buttons scattering somewhere across the floor. His chest was hot under my palms, muscles flexing as he moved. I pushed him back so I could look, admire, then leaned up and kissed across the line of his throat to the hollow between his pecs. He groaned, dropping his head, hair falling into his face as he let me explore.
Our jeans went next, mine tugged down rough, his peeled off with a curse when the denim caught at his ankle. He tossed aside my boxers. He wasn’t wearing any underwear. We were skin to skin.
Hot, bare skin slid against mine, slick with sweat. Our cocks pressed together, and we both gasped, grinding instinctively, the friction sharp and perfect.
“Jesus, Matt,” I whispered, clutching his back. “Why does sex feel so perfect with you?”
“Because we’re in love.”
His words lit me up from the inside, hotter than the grind of our cocks. I kissed him again, softly, like I could taste that truth on his lips. “Yeah, we are.”
Matty pulled back, breathing hard. “I want to taste you.”
He slid lower, mouthing along my jaw, down my throat, sucking a mark just under my collarbone. I jerked, raked my fingers through his hair, and pulled. I was helpless to do anything but writhe under him as his mouth worked lower. He planted kisses on my chest, licked a slow circle around my nipple until I gasped, then bit hard enough to make me hiss.
“Fuck, Matt…” My voice cracked. He grinned against my skin, teeth grazing lower, and buried his face in the dip of my stomach.
I grabbed his shoulders and tugged, wanting his mouth on me, but he shifted, nudging my hip with his hand. “Turn with me.”
I blinked, dazed, but let him guide me, rolling onto my side with him until we were tangled head to toe. My mouth lined up with his cock just as his lips brushed the tip of mine.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he murmured, stroking me once before he took me in.
I groaned, nearly choking on my own need, because the second I felt the hot, wet suction of his mouth, I had no choice but to return the favor. His cock was thick and heavy on my tongue, the taste of him sharp, addictive. I wrapped my hand around the base and took more, sucking greedily, moaning around him.
He shuddered, the vibration of his groan buzzing down my length. I gagged lightly, eyes watering, and he pulled back long enough to utter, “Easy, Hud, don’t kill yourself on my cock.”
“Your mouth should be busy,” I mumbled around him, and swallowed him back down. His laugh turned into a gasp when I hollowed my cheeks.
Matty’s hips jerked, knocking into my jaw, but I swallowed him down, throat straining, spit slicking the base of his cock. He groaned in answer, the rumble nearly undoing me. For a few breathless minutes, the only sounds were the obscene wet squelches of us sucking each other and muffled moans caught against skin.
I was so close I could taste it, the heat curling at the base of my spine. I dug my fingers into his ass, pulling himdeeper, desperate for it, but at the same time, I wanted more than to come in his mouth.
Matty pulled back, panting, spit running down his chin. “Hud—fuck—if you keep that up, I’m done.”
