Speechless (Pier 70 #3)

by Nicole Edwards

  “Oh, yes… Fuck, yes…” Teague moaned, continuing a running monolog with every violent thrust of Hudson’s hips.

  Still, Hudson kept his eyes locked on Teague’s face. When Teague tried to look away, Hudson stopped moving. When Teague met his gaze again, Hudson held his stare and began pounding Teague hard and fast, fucking him deeper.

  He crushed Teague beneath him, their faces so close, still staring at each other while Hudson drove them both to climax. He never stopped, loving the way Teague begged for more.

  “Don’t stop! Don’t stop!” Teague’s hands dropped to the blanket, fisting it tightly. “God, yes. Harder, Hudson. Fuck. Me. Harder.”

  He continued to give everything he had until Teague cried out his release, then Hudson followed.

  Before Teague could jump out of bed, Hudson fell to his side, wrapped his arms around Teague, and pulled him against him, Hudson’s chest to Teague’s back. He held him there while they both caught their breath. The sheets were drenched because neither of them had dried off, but that didn’t matter. For these few minutes, he was going to hold Teague.

  And he wasn’t going to apologize for doing so, either.

  Thirty

  Tuesday, August 9th

  TEAGUE WAS STILL pissed at Hudson. Ever since the night Hudson had screwed him in his own damn bed, Teague hadn’t been able to look at the guy. Well, he could look at him, but he didn’t want to. Hudson had agreed to the rule about not fucking in a bed. Teague had specifically laid that out there, yet Hudson had somehow made it happen despite Teague’s feelings that it was far too intimate.

  Granted, Teague had jacked off at least twice to the memory of that night. It had been incredible, even in light of the fact that they’d been in his goddamn bed. Hudson wasn’t supposed to break the rules like that, and Teague was going to hang on to his anger for as long as he could. It was only fair.

  His phone buzzed in his pocket and he stopped what he was doing to fish it out.

  Dinner at my place tonight?

  Why the fuck did Hudson have to go and do that? Didn’t he see how pissed Teague was?

  He typed up a response: No.

  The reply he got back was not what he expected.

  Please.

  Teague sighed, then turned to see Hudson standing in the doorway to his office, holding his phone. “Fine,” he called out. “But know that it’s under duress.”

  His phone buzzed.

  Noted.

  Teague did not want to like Hudson, but it seemed the more time they spent together, the more he did. He tried to convince himself that it was only due to the phenomenal sex. Seriously, what other reason would Teague have to like the guy?

  Okay, maybe Hudson was a good cook, as well.

  And he was nice to look at.

  And maybe he wasn’t too bad to talk to, either.

  And he smelled so fucking good.

  Shit.

  Teague didn’t want to like him, damn it.

  Rather than dwell on how their neat little arrangement had somehow unraveled, Teague got back to work.

  By six o’clock, Teague had showered and was standing at Hudson’s door. Rather than barge in like he normally did, he knocked. They’d already gone too far, ignoring the rules; he needed to back things up a bit.

  Hudson opened the door and there was a smirk on his mouth.

  Fucker.

  “I’m not having sex with you,” Teague announced when he walked into Hudson’s apartment. It was a lie. It would take very little for Teague to give in to Hudson, but Hudson probably knew that already.

  Fucker.

  Hudson motioned for Teague to head over to the kitchen. His stomach growled in response as he passed the couch and the television and went over to the small table that held two place settings and a pan of…

  “Is that Hamburger Helper?”

  Hudson nodded.

  “Cheeseburger macaroni?”

  Another nod.

  Teague wouldn’t tell Hudson that it was one of his favorite meals. One of the foster families he’d stayed with during his junior year in high school had always made Hamburger Helper. All different varieties, probably close to twice a week. He wasn’t sure he’d had it since.

  When Hudson took a seat, so did Teague.

  When Hudson started to eat, so did Teague.

  This wasn’t too bad.

  Hudson put down his fork after a couple of bites, and Teague looked up at him. He watched Hudson’s hands.

  Tell me about your family.

  Teague frowned, pretending not to understand. He took another bite as he shook his head.

  Hudson cocked an eyebrow and grabbed his phone, which was sitting beside him on the table.

  Shit.

  There was no way he was going to get out of this.

  A text came through, saying exactly what Hudson had signed.

  “I don’t have family,” he said, shrugging it off.

  Where are your parents?

  Teague put down his fork and glared at Hudson. He did not have any interest in playing twenty questions with this man. He’d already told him way too much during the time they’d spent together.

  I’m not going to stop asking.

  “Well, thanks for dinner.” Teague pushed back his chair and started to get up.

  Hudson pointed to the chair as though Teague were a child who needed to be reprimanded.

  “No, fuck you,” he stated, his tone belligerent. “I didn’t come over here to tell you about my family. It’s none of your goddamn business. Just because we’re fucking doesn’t mean I have any plans to open up and share my life story with you.”

  Hudson didn’t move from his chair and Teague refused to sit back down.

  “Thanks for dinner, but I’ve gotta run.”

  Hudson signed: Take it with you.

  “What?”

  Hudson nodded toward the plate.

  “Thanks, but I damn sure don’t need your charity.”

  With that parting shot, Teague walked right out of Hudson’s apartment and had absolutely no intention of ever going back.

  HUDSON FINISHED HIS meal, glancing up at his apartment door every so often.

  Teague was acting like a fucking brat, and he hated that he wanted to go after him. The kid was proving to be bad for his self-control. For years, he’d honed the ability to stay calm and cool, in every situation. But especially when it came to sex.

  Although he wasn’t into the lifestyle, Hudson saw himself as a dominant lover. He enjoyed that aspect of his interactions. And with Teague, it was something he craved. He wanted to dominate the guy in every way possible. Every fucking time Teague pulled a stunt like he had tonight, Hudson wanted nothing more than to restrain him and force him to talk. Well, that or sink oh-so-deeply into him and convince Teague to open up more than just his body to Hudson.

  There were so few things he knew about the kid, and that frustrated him. There was no denying he knew Teague’s body. He knew what Teague enjoyed, even understood what he didn’t. But there was more to this than simply sex, although Teague obviously wouldn’t admit to that. Which was the reason Hudson had wanted to know more.

  It had been a risk he’d debated on for quite some time.

  He’d taken it.

  He’d failed.

  From where he sat, it looked as though he really had two options.

  One, forget about the emotional aspect and the fact that he was being pulled into Teague’s orbit in a way he hadn’t anticipated and focus solely on sex. For the record, he’d been doing that already, and it wasn’t working out for him. Or two, confront Teague about his feelings and see where that got him.

  The first option—even if he only pretended that it worked—would get him laid for the foreseeable future. The second would get him booted to the curb, so to speak.

  However, neither would get him what he wanted from Teague most.

  He wasn’t interested in option two; however, he wasn’t sure how much longer he could endure
this only being about sex. It wasn’t as easy to fight his feelings as he had hoped it would be. Telling himself to do one thing didn’t necessarily mean he could follow through.

  Hudson grabbed his phone and tapped out a message: Come back over here and finish your dinner. BUT, remove your clothes before you get here. I’ve got a new toy to try out on you.

  He sent the text and sat there, wondering whether or not Teague was pissed enough to resist.

  Ten minutes passed and Hudson figured the kid was going to ignore him.

  Only this time, he wasn’t going to go after him. Teague had made the decision to walk out rather than man up and have a conversation. For that reason, Hudson wasn’t going to chase him down and force him. If he wanted something more, he—

  His front door opened and Teague stepped into the room. He was still dressed, which was not what Hudson had instructed, but Hudson had to give the kid credit for coming back. While he carried his own plate to the sink, he grabbed Teague’s and put it in the microwave for a few seconds. When it was done, he put it back on the table and signed for Teague to sit down and eat.

  Not surprisingly, Teague didn’t say a word, but he did sit down and eat. The kid had a really healthy appetite, that was for sure. It didn’t take long for Teague to finish his meal, and he carried his plate to the sink and washed it. Hudson watched him while he opened the new toy he’d purchased, put batteries into it and the remote that came with it, and then grabbed the bottle of lube.

  He felt Teague’s eyes on him as he flipped on the television, pretending this was a casual encounter. It would be anything but casual should Teague choose to join him. But that was all on Teague at this point.

  Hudson didn’t bother hiding the toy, not caring whether or not Teague saw it. He’d picked out this one specifically for Teague. It wasn’t big because that wasn’t the point of it.

  While Teague stood and watched, Hudson lubed the toy, his gaze drifting to the television every so often.

  “What do you want me to do?”

  Placing the toy on his leg, he signed: Strip like I instructed.

  Teague kicked off his flip-flops, then shoved his shorts and underwear down. Hudson’s gaze slid over to him, watching Teague’s cock bobbing up and down, already hard.

  Yep, safe to say the kid wasn’t intimidated, which was a good thing.

  Teague’s shirt followed and he stood naked a few feet away from Hudson.

  Spreading his legs wide, Hudson signed for Teague to come over to him and lie across his lap.

  “What?” Teague didn’t look amused.

  Hudson lifted an eyebrow, held Teague’s stare, and waited.

  A solid minute passed before Teague huffed and stomped toward him. The guy was a natural submissive, even if he didn’t realize it. It was hot as fuck.

  After Hudson moved the toy, Teague got into position across Hudson’s lap, moving when Hudson pushed him so that his ass was directly over Hudson’s legs. Since Teague couldn’t see him, there would be no communication, but that was okay. He was interested in pleasuring Teague at the moment, and that would be all the conversation they needed.

  Thirty-One

  TEAGUE HAD NO fucking idea what freaky shit Hudson had planned, but his curiosity won out. He had debated on simply walking right back out the door, but watching Hudson lube up the butt plug had been more than he could handle.

  Granted, lying across Hudson’s lap wasn’t exactly a position he was fond of. At least not when he was completely naked and Hudson was fully dressed. It felt too … submissive. Yes, that was the word. Although Teague thoroughly enjoyed Hudson’s dominant side, this was something new for him.

  However, he was now committed, so he figured he might as well enjoy it. Laying his head on the couch cushion, he watched the television, smiling when he realized what was on.

  “You sure do watch a lot of porn.”

  Hudson’s hands glided over Teague’s ass, and he instinctively clenched his butt cheeks. For several minutes, Hudson continued doing that, running his palms up and down Teague’s legs, over his ass, back down again. The sensation was relaxing.

  But it didn’t last long.

  When Hudson’s finger slid down his crack, Teague sucked in a breath. That finger probed his anus, pushing in a little, then a little more. It felt good. Teague had always enjoyed getting his ass fingered. Especially when the person doing the fingering was so skilled at it.

  While he watched the movie, Hudson began gently finger-fucking him, slow and easy. One finger. In. Out. In. Out. The rhythm was driving him crazy, the pleasure oddly intense for such limited movement.

  Again, that didn’t last long.

  With one hand, Hudson separated Teague’s ass cheeks, then Teague felt something cool and firm against his hole. He knew it was the butt plug, so he forced himself to remain relaxed, focusing on the movie. On the television, a hot brunette was on his knees, getting his face fucked by the bigger blond guy. He had no idea what the premise of the movie was—though he doubted it was all that deep—but he was enjoying it.

  He felt the butt plug being pushed inside. It wasn’t even remotely close to the size of Hudson’s dick, so it wasn’t difficult for Teague’s body to take. He wasn’t sure what the point of it was if it wasn’t going to stretch him, but he kept that to himself.

  It slipped in rather easily and Teague managed to relax again.

  Right up until Hudson smacked his ass hard.

  Teague bolted up, kneeling beside Hudson, glaring at him. “What the fuck was that for?”

  Hudson smiled, then got to his feet. Within seconds, he had stripped off his shirt, dropped his shorts to the floor, and moved down to the opposite end of the couch. He still eyed Teague while he got comfortable.

  Suck my dick.

  As though that said it all, Teague watched as Hudson spread his arms wide across the cushions of the couch.

  Yes, Teague understood what he was saying.

  “Fuck you.”

  After you suck my dick.

  Damn it.

  Teague knew he shouldn’t be enjoying this, but he’d be damned if he wasn’t.

  With his ass still stinging from the slap, he reluctantly lay out on the couch again and rested his head on Hudson’s lap. Hudson shifted so that Teague could get comfortable—as comfortable as was possible in this position—and Teague gladly began working Hudson’s dick. The faster they got through the foreplay, the sooner Teague could get fucked and the quicker he could go home.

  Hudson was encouraging him with one hand in his hair, massaging his scalp, while the other tapped the end of the plug every so often. As was usual, Teague got so caught up in sucking Hudson, attempting to give the man as much pleasure as possible, that he didn’t notice the subtle vibration in his ass. Not until it intensified, anyway.

  He groaned with Hudson’s dick all the way in his mouth.

  This was another first for him. He’d had plugs before and he’d had vibrators. Never had he experienced a vibrating plug, though. He focused on the tremor, realizing he liked it. Maybe more than he should. He got so caught up he apparently stopped sucking Hudson because he was once again guided back down onto Hudson’s dick.

  The vibration intensified again.

  Teague spit Hudson’s dick out and moaned loudly. “Oh, fuck…” He liked that so fucking much.

  The vibration stopped, and Teague had been playing this game long enough to know that Hudson wanted something in return. Every time Teague stopped sucking, so did the glorious sensation in his ass, so he wrapped his fist around Hudson’s shaft and drew him into his mouth once again. The vibration was back, and he continued to moan, grinding his hips into the couch, seeking friction on his dick.

  He knew he was leaking pre-cum all over the fucking couch, and if Hudson wasn’t careful, Teague was going to blow in the very near future. He wouldn’t be able to help it. He got off on this shit. The majority of his sexual experience consisted of blow jobs, hand jobs, and a quick fuck. Never had he been
with a guy who wanted to drive him crazy like this. He briefly worried he could get addicted to this shit. Or maybe he already had.

  “Fuck… Hudson…” Teague groaned around Hudson’s swollen shaft. “Feels good. Need to come… Fuck, I need to come.”

  The vibration intensified once more; this time the buzzing in his ass skyrocketed him into the ether. He couldn’t take any more, and he couldn’t stop his orgasm as it crashed into him, his dick jerking beneath him, spraying his stomach as he succumbed to the pleasure.

  SON OF A bitch. Teague was so fucking beautiful when he came. The way his body tensed, his muscles going rigid, the sweet cries that came out of his mouth… Hudson loved making him come. Only now, his dick was in desperate need of attention, but he wasn’t through with Teague yet.

  Had Teague been more patient, Hudson could’ve done that for hours. The foreplay was always his favorite thing. And it’d been a long damn time since he’d had anyone he could use toys on. Apparently it’d been a long time for Teague, as well. Then again, Hudson should’ve known after he had used the prostate massager on Teague not too long ago.

  Using the remote to turn off the plug, Hudson shifted on the couch, planting his feet on the cushion, pressing his back against the armrest and spreading his knees wide. Teague obviously knew what he wanted, because he got up on his knees, moved closer, and once again took Hudson’s dick in his mouth while remaining on all fours. The warm suction made his body tense. Teague had been doing a half-ass job so far, but Hudson didn’t hold it against him. With the plug vibrating in his ass, clearly the man wasn’t capable of focusing.

  One thing he’d learned about Teague, he enjoyed having his ass played with.

  Which was hot.

  Hudson reached down and flipped the plug back on, smiling when Teague’s body jerked slightly. If he was lucky, Teague would come again from that alone.

  Gripping Teague’s hair in his fists, Hudson guided his head up and down, forcing him to take all of him while he pumped his hips upward. What he wanted to do was to plant his mouth on Teague’s, to kiss him and fondle him until Teague couldn’t take any more, and then he would lodge himself in Teague’s ass for the rest of the damn night.