Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 44474 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 222(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44474 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 222(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
“This is lovely.”
Hudson smiled. “Pleasant Moody is making a comeback.”
“Don’t push your luck,” I grumbled without heat.
“I wouldn’t dare. I like this place, too. It was one of the overflow cottages Mills used for guests of the dude ranch, so it came prefurnished. The kitchen is small, but it has an island and my bedroom is—”
“Why don’t you give me a tour?” I intercepted, flashing my version of a come-hither wink.
“Do you have something in your eye?’
“Uh—no.”
“Good.” He thumped his thumb on the box of holiday lights. “Lights first, then a tour.”
No mention whatsoever of naked shenanigans.
I squinted in disbelief. “Are you joking?”
“No. Come help,” he said, as if that were a logical response to my rhetorical query. “It’ll go faster and—”
“Help? Help…how?” I threw my hands in the air in exasperation. “I’m short, significantly under-muscled, and I have zero interest in illuminating the interior or exterior of your surprisingly resplendent home. I’m here for sex. You owe me a gosh-darn blowjob!”
Hudson widened his eyes comically, rubbing his stubbled jaw. “Are you pouting?”
“Well…I—yes, I am,” I admitted.
“Naughty boy, but…you’re right.”
“Of course I’m right. This is extortion and exploitation and if I didn’t know better, I’d accuse you of foisting unwanted holiday cheer down my throat when—”
“When I should be sucking your cock,” he finished. And just like that, the air crackled with a familiar seductive spark. “C’mere.”
I swallowed hard, but try though I might, I couldn’t make my feet move.
Lust choked me, rooted me to the spot. I felt dizzy, and my cock ached behind my zipper. Hudson repeated my name, his voice rough and raspy, like gravel. His tone was authoritative but soothing. Don’t ask me how. I was too busy struggling to remain upright whilst in a fog of intense desire.
“I…” Yes, I’d apparently lost the ability to form words.
Hudson dropped the lights on the coffee table, grasped my face in his big paws, and thrust his tongue between my lips. He commanded the kiss as he slowly walked me to the closest wall. He fumbled with my belt and zipper. I felt cool air and the brush of his fingers on my bare booty, but I couldn’t concentrate on anything beyond his tongue in my mouth.
Until Hudson pulled his hat off and sank to his knees.
Listen, I was a big fan of blowjobs. Who wasn’t? But I was not the most experienced gay on the planet. I’d been with men who’d bragged about their prowess and left me underwhelmed with sloppy ministrations and either applied too little or too much pressure, so I’d set my expectations on the lower end of the spectrum to avoid disappointment a long time ago.
Hudson single-handedly reset the standard. He fondled my balls, rolling them languidly in my sac while he stroked and sucked. I saw stars almost immediately, but there was no way I’d let myself come that fast. I bit my bottom lip and pushed my fingers through his thick hair. He hummed, sending a delicious vibration along my shaft that spread through my body like wildfire. I was warm all over and tingly, and oh…
Do not come. Do not come.
I thought I might be able to hang on if I didn’t look at him. The view of his lips wrapped around my dick was too much. Too, too much. But I could rest my head against the wall, hands in his hair, and just…let Hudson do whatever he wanted to me. He could suck my balls, stroke me, and tease my hole with one finger. And if he pushed that digit on my pucker, I could handle it.
Oh, gosh. Maybe not.
“I’m gonna come,” I panted.
Hudson took everything I gave him, sucking and sucking till I went limp. Then he sat on his haunches and licked his lips, his gaze locked on mine. I expected a teasing comment along the lines of fulfilling his side of the bargain. Or perhaps he’d try to talk me into helping with those darn lights again. Or maybe he’d kick me to the curb or—
“You’re very beautiful. You know that?”
I opened and closed my mouth in shock. Nope, I definitely hadn’t expected that. It wasn’t just his words, it was the sincerity in his tone. Beautiful? Me? He really believed it was true, and that was enough.
So yes, in a moment of weakness, I held the ladder while he strung lights on his house. Was I happy about it? No.
But I wasn’t unhappy either.
All I knew for sure was that I didn’t want to be anywhere else. I didn’t want to be home alone, wishing time away. If the alternative involved bright lights, a tree, and a hunky man with twinkling eyes…so be it.
Confusing. I know.
12
HUDSON
Holiday music wasn’t something I thought much about. I had some favorites and there were a few I didn’t really care for, but on the whole, I was ambivalent. The season never lasted long enough for me to form a strong love or hate bond. However, if I heard “Last Christmas” one more time, I was going to come un-fucking-done.