Speechless (Pier 70 #3)

by Nicole Edwards

It didn’t take long before Teague’s moans had his body igniting, needing more. Freeing his fingers from Teague’s ass, Hudson used his hands to jerk Teague’s hips, urging him to turn over. When he moved, so did Hudson. He worked his way over Teague, straddling his head while his mouth hovered over the long, thick length of Teague’s cock. When he teased the swollen crest with his tongue, Teague cried out, his hips jerking upward. Hudson took him all the way in his mouth, burying his nose in Teague’s ball sac.

  The kid smelled like Hudson’s body wash, and he’d be damned if that didn’t send a possessive spark shooting through him. The thought of Teague smelling like him… It made him want to claim him all the more.

  “Oh, fuck… Oh, fuck…” Teague’s hips began to pump erratically while Hudson sucked him, stroking the smooth, silky skin with his tongue. “Hudson… Oh, fuck…”

  In an effort to take the edge off so Teague wouldn’t come yet, Hudson got up onto his knees, staring down his body at Teague as he fed his own cock into his warm mouth. After showing Teague that he wanted him to return the favor, Hudson resumed his place over him and began sucking Teague’s dick again. The warm suction on his cock made it difficult to focus on Teague’s pleasure, but he tried. They remained like that—in the sixty-nine position—until Hudson couldn’t take any more.

  If he wanted this to last—which he absolutely did—then he was going to have to try a different tactic. One that involved him worshiping Teague’s body for a little while, before sinking deep and losing himself for the rest of the night.

  Twenty-One

  BEFORE THE NIGHT was over, Teague was going to lose his fucking mind. And he knew that was Hudson’s plan.

  One second, he was deep throating Hudson’s thick cock, the next, Hudson was kissing him senseless. He was so fucking hard it hurt, but the instant Hudson’s mouth was on his, all of that faded away. He practically crawled up Hudson’s body, straddling his lap as Hudson held his head, feasting on his lips. In an effort to relieve some of the tension in his balls, Teague ground his hips, sliding his cock against Hudson’s. That lasted all of three seconds before Hudson stilled him by banding his other arm around him.

  Teague briefly wondered whether or not he would survive tonight. Part of him hoped he didn’t because … holy fuck … this was going to be one hell of a ride.

  Teague found himself at the mercy of Hudson’s mouth. He surrendered to the kiss, his fingers curling around Hudson’s waist as he held on, letting Hudson deepen the kiss as he held him in place. The kissing thing was not quite so bad—not with Hudson at least. If he were honest, he would have to admit to liking it far more than he should. The way Hudson held him, tongue stroking tongue … there was actual feeling involved, although Teague pretended otherwise. He had no intention of going down that road, but if it would lead to Hudson screwing his brains out, he was willing to try just about anything.

  A grunt escaped him when Hudson picked him up and flipped him over so that he was on his back, his ass hanging off the edge of the cushion. Hudson shoved the coffee table out of the way and knelt on the floor before him. Big, strong hands pushed his legs back, spreading them wide so that Teague’s ass was open to Hudson’s hungry gaze.

  He watched, breath lodged in his chest as Hudson leaned down and licked him.

  “Fuck!” The warmth of that tongue against his asshole had him trying to close his legs, but Hudson held him open while he licked him again.

  The rimming was incredible. Although he was folded like a pretzel, his knees touching his shoulders, his head on the back cushion, spine bent, Teague couldn’t think of anything except for the pleasure that slammed into him every time Hudson’s tongue teased his sensitive flesh.

  Needing more, Teague reached for his cock, but Hudson instantly stopped him, grabbing his wrist, then reaching for the other, effectively pinning his hands and his legs to the cushion.

  “Oh, God,” he groaned when Hudson speared him with his tongue.

  Chills raced over his skin because the pleasure was so intense, searing him from the inside out. Hudson continued to look at him while he ate his ass, licking, fucking, driving him out of his mind with his wicked tongue. He stopped only long enough to draw Teague’s throbbing dick into his mouth, sucking roughly before licking over his balls and stabbing Teague’s ass with his tongue again. Hudson repeated the steps over and over, sucking Teague’s cock, laving his balls, licking his ass… Teague was slowly blinded by the pleasure.

  He’d never had anyone focus this much on him. Sure, he’d had blow jobs galore, but never had a man focused so much attention on rimming him, on bringing him to the brink by licking him so perfectly. He never wanted Hudson to stop, but if he didn’t, Teague was going to come. He didn’t want to, but it’d been so long since his ass had been pleasured like this.

  As though he could read Teague’s thoughts, Hudson eased up, licking him gently, ratcheting up his desire another notch, then another. When Hudson released Teague’s hands, their eyes met, and he could see the command in the emerald depths. He was not supposed to move.

  Gripping the cushion tightly, Teague focused on Hudson, watching as he lifted up, his hands trailing down the backs of Teague’s thighs, teasing him with the lightest brush of his fingers. Those hands roamed down to his balls, tugging, squeezing, making Teague cry out from the ecstasy that threatened to consume him.

  He groaned when Hudson moved away, reaching over toward the side table closest to the kitchen. When Hudson returned, he was holding a bottle of lubricant, squirting some onto his fingers, then more onto Teague’s ass. The liquid was cold against his overheated skin, but it felt good. It felt even better when Hudson’s fingers slid over his hole, doing a slippery slide as he teased, pushing the very tip of his finger into Teague’s ass.

  “Oh, fuck … Hudson…” Teague met Hudson’s gaze. “Need more. Give me more.”

  Anyone else would’ve fucked him by now, putting them both out of their misery, but it was clear Hudson was on a mission.

  And once again, Teague had to wonder whether he would make it through unscathed.

  HUDSON WAS WILLING to do this all night if he could look into those stormy blue eyes and see the lust that shined there. Teague was hanging by a thread, and Hudson wasn’t even close to finished with him.

  He continued to watch Teague’s face while he penetrated his ass with one slick finger. Teague’s mouth opened in a silent cry as Hudson pushed in deep, angling for his prostate. He massaged gently while Teague’s body shook. He was folded damn near in half, his legs spread wide, his hands holding his ankles now as though he was scared he would try to touch himself otherwise. Hudson wasn’t ready for Teague to join in. He wanted him to see how good it was when it wasn’t about instant gratification.

  Leaning forward, Hudson drew Teague’s cock into his mouth once more while he added another finger into his ass, pushing in, retreating. He fingered Teague’s asshole slowly, loving the groans that echoed through the apartment. Teague was so fucking beautiful like this, so damn vulnerable. Hell, watching him could probably get Hudson off if he wanted.

  But he didn’t.

  He fully intended to be buried deep inside Teague’s beautiful ass when the time came.

  Hudson continued to probe Teague’s ass, fucking him with two fingers, scissoring them, working Teague open so he’d be ready for Hudson’s cock. When Teague closed his eyes, Hudson smacked his ass. The kid’s eyes flew open. Hudson narrowed his eyes and Teague nodded. He did not want Teague to close his eyes. He wanted him right there with him the entire time.

  When Teague began begging him to let him come, Hudson stopped. He got to his feet and pulled Teague up to a sitting position. Twining his fingers into Teague’s silky hair, he pushed his cock past those kiss-swollen lips. Heat coiled in his gut as he face-fucked Teague, allowing the sensations to consume him. Adrenaline surged through his body. His muscles were tense, heat coiling in his gut. He was doing his damnedest to hold back… Fuck, it wasn’t easy.

 
When he was close, Hudson pulled out of Teague’s mouth, urged Teague to turn over.

  While Teague got into position, kneeling and holding on to the back of the couch, Hudson retrieved a condom, rolled it on, then grabbed more lube. While using one slick finger to fuck into Teague’s eager ass, he coated his cock with his free hand.

  “Need to feel you,” Teague moaned. “Want you inside me.”

  Yeah, well. Hudson had every intention of filling Teague’s ass. He was trying to do this Teague’s way. If he were doing it his way, they would’ve moved this to the bed and Teague wouldn’t be allowed to look away from him. But that was all in due time.

  Placing his hand in the center of Teague’s back, Hudson forced him forward, then gripped Teague’s hips and pulled his ass back.

  Fuck.

  He planted his knees on the edge of the couch, pressed the head of his dick against the tight ring of muscle, and pushed into Teague slowly. The muscles in Teague’s back tensed. Hudson did not want to hurt him, so he went slowly. Once he was in enough to let go, he gripped Teague’s hips and ran his thumbs over the smooth skin of Teague’s lower back, never looking away as his dick sank deeper and deeper.

  The pleasure was intense; Teague’s body strangled his dick with its warmth.

  Oh, fuck.

  Hudson bit his lip, trying to keep from slamming his hips forward.

  “Please…” Teague’s voice was raw with his lust. “Hudson…”

  Teague’s hand came back and gripped Hudson’s thigh, his fingertips digging into the muscle.

  “Feels so good… Need more… Please.”

  Hudson pushed in deeper, then retreated a little, pushed in again. He continued to work his dick into Teague, inch by inch, until he was balls deep and breathing roughly. Keeping his eyes locked on the place where they were joined, Hudson held on to Teague’s hips and began pumping his hips forward, pulling back. His eyes threatened to close because the intensity was so great, the feeling exquisite. That, mixed with the grunts and groans coming from Teague, the way he begged and pleaded, asking for more, harder, faster…

  Hudson’s control snapped.

  He slammed into Teague, pounding him harder, faster, giving him everything they both wanted and needed. It was a brutal mating, sexy and so goddamn hot. He never wanted it to end.

  Shifting, Hudson put one foot on the couch, forcing Teague lower so that he could drill down into him, nailing him harder and harder.

  “Oh, fuck, yes… Hudson… Fuck me. Just like that. Don’t stop. God, don’t stop.”

  He couldn’t stop. Thrust after thrust, he pounded Teague’s ass, gripping his hips forcefully, sweat dripping down his temples. His heart was racing, his breaths slamming in and out of his lungs in time with the pounding he was giving Teague.

  “Need more,” Teague said. “Need to jack my dick. Let me, Hudson. Let me…”

  Hudson smacked Teague’s ass, signaling for him to do what he needed to do. It was that or Hudson was going to come, and he wanted to watch Teague come undone first.

  Teague’s arm disappeared beneath his body, and Hudson could feel the vibrations as Teague pulled and tugged on his dick, stroking faster, keeping pace with the punishing thrust of Hudson’s hips. He dug his fingertips into Teague’s flesh, letting him know he was close.

  “Yes … yes… Oh, fuck, yes… Gonna come… Oh, fuck, I’m gonna come.”

  Hudson released Teague’s hips and leaned over him, wrapping one arm around him while he put the other on the back of the couch. He buried himself deep, driving his hips forward again and again until Teague screamed his name, his body jerking beneath him.

  Only then did Hudson let go, his hips stilling as he covered Teague with his body. His dick pulsed as he filled the condom. He didn’t want to let Teague go, but he knew he was holding him too tight. He couldn’t help it. Although he’d given in tonight, Hudson feared this would freak the guy out, send him running for the hills. That was the last damn thing Hudson wanted, but he knew, no matter what, it was no longer up to him.

  So, he took a deep breath, kissed Teague’s back, and forced himself upright. He went to the bathroom to dispose of the condom and clean up. After brushing his teeth and washing his face—wasting far more time than he should have—Hudson took a deep breath and decided he had to go back out there.

  He only prayed that he didn’t step out of the bathroom to find Teague gone.

  Twenty-Two

  WHEN HUDSON DISAPPEARED into the bathroom, Teague collapsed on the couch, trying to act as though he hadn’t been fucked within an inch of his life. More so than he’d ever been before.

  Fuck.

  Hudson was a damn stallion.

  Holy shit. That had been incredible.

  As he lay there sweating on the leather sofa, trying to catch his breath, Teague watched the closed bathroom door. After a couple of minutes, he started getting worried. What was taking Hudson so long? Was that Teague’s cue to leave?

  He wasn’t sure how this was supposed to go, but he knew that Hudson had been holding back for a reason. It would’ve been fucked up if Teague simply walked out right after.

  Right?

  Or maybe that was what Hudson expected.

  Shit.

  Teague managed to sit up, brushing his hair back off his face as he debated what to do next. There was a bit of discomfort in his ass, so he eased over a little, the memories of that fucking flashing in his head. God, he hoped they got to do that again.

  But not now.

  Not tonight.

  No, he really needed to go.

  Or stay.

  Shit. He wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do.

  Before he could make a decision, the bathroom door opened and Hudson stepped into the room. A look of sheer relief passed over his obscenely handsome face but quickly disappeared.

  So Hudson hadn’t wanted him to leave.

  Which meant Teague had made the right decision.

  That was possibly a first.

  Unsure what to say, Teague watched as Hudson went to the refrigerator and grabbed a bottle of water before coming over to the couch. He snatched a hand towel on his way and tossed it toward Teague.

  Smiling, Teague managed to clean up the mess he’d made. Thankfully, the couch was leather.

  Surprisingly, Hudson didn’t sit; instead, he crawled toward him, forcing Teague to fall backward again. Then he was staring up into Hudson’s beautiful face looming over him.

  “I take it you didn’t want me to leave?”

  Hudson shook his head, then leaned down and kissed him. It started out as a simple grazing of lips, but Teague wrapped his arms around Hudson’s neck and pulled him closer, taking the weight of Hudson’s big body, along with the warmth, on top of him. He had no idea what had come over him or why he was seeking some sort of intimate connection, but he needed it. Obviously, Hudson had knocked him for a loop during that thorough fucking. That was his only excuse.

  But he was going to let it last for as long as it could.

  Teague had no intention of staying the night, but there was no reason he couldn’t bask in the glow of an incredible orgasm for a little while.

  When Hudson pulled back, Teague took the water bottle and forced Hudson to roll off him.

  “So what now?” he asked before taking a long drink.

  Hudson shrugged.

  “I’d say we could watch a movie, but your selection is rather limited.” Teague noticed the pornographic movie was over.

  Hudson grinned, then took the bottle from Teague’s hand and set it on the table. The next thing Teague knew, he was being pulled against Hudson once more. Another blistering-hot kiss consumed him, and he gave in to it. This time, though, he felt his panic setting in.

  He’d been wondering where it was. Although he hated the feeling, he was familiar with it. It was as reassuring as it was disturbing. It meant he wasn’t doing something stupid, like getting attached to Hudson.

  As much as he was enjoying this, he knew h
e couldn’t get too caught up in it. Sex was one thing… This—whatever this was—couldn’t happen. It was too intimate, and no matter what, Teague did not do intimate. As it was, he’d already let this go on for too long.

  He couldn’t stay much longer or he’d give Hudson the wrong impression. The last thing either of them needed was for this to get complicated.

  Sex was sex, period.

  Two bodies coming together for the sake of pleasure. Emotions shouldn’t be involved. People got hurt when that happened.

  People did stupid shit when that happened.

  Teague had no intention of ever becoming one of those stupid people.

  HUDSON FELT THE shift in the air around them.

  He realized the moment that Teague had disconnected. One minute they were kissing; the next Teague’s body went rigid, his hands pressed against Hudson’s chest, signaling he was trying to get away.

  Sure, he’d been expecting it, but it bothered him just the same. He had hoped that Teague wouldn’t freak, but unfortunately, that was getting ready to happen.

  When Teague tried to pull away, Hudson held on for a second longer, then released his hold. Rather than push him for more, he managed to let Teague go, then dropped back on the couch and took a breath. When Teague got up and headed for the bathroom—to evidently get his clothes—Hudson didn’t flinch. He was actually surprised Teague had made it this long. Hell, it was a miracle that Teague had been there when Hudson came out of the bathroom. If he had to guess, Teague was used to shouting a “thanks for the orgasm” as he headed out the door, not sticking around for cuddling afterward.

  Hudson should’ve been grateful that he’d stuck around as long as he had.

  But he wasn’t.

  And despite the fact that he didn’t want Teague to leave yet, he had to admit they were making progress. If Teague thought this was a one-time thing, he would be sorely mistaken, that was for sure. But Hudson would gladly show him the error of his ways tomorrow when he took him again. Because he would definitely be claiming him again. No way was he going to let this end now.