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)
I had a feeling my candor surprised him. Hudson went still for a beat, and then his shoulders shook. I couldn’t tell if he was laughing or in the midst of a choking fit.
He held up a hand in surrender and sucked in a gulp of air. “You’re very…”
“Forthright? I know. It’s a blessing and a curse. I either keep everything inside or…” I made an expansive hand motion. “I put it all out there.”
“Good to know.” He sipped his cocktail, grinning at me over the rim of his glass. “Let’s hold off on the penis show-and-tell for a bit. Why don’t you tell me about your love of books? Romance, specifically. What do you like about them?”
“Happy endings. Both kinds.”
Hudson slapped his knee as he choked down his drink. “Jesus, Moody.”
“What? I’m a horny, red-blooded man. I like sex. That’s not interesting…it’s biology.” More chuckling. “Why is that funny?”
“I’m just not used to so much honesty. I like it.”
“Thanks.” I beamed. “I read other things too, but romance is a lovely escape from reality. You’re going to love that second book with Maverick and Ted. Super swoony.”
“Hmm. What’s your favorite scene? Do you have one?”
“Of course, but I don’t want to spoil it for you.”
“No, it’s fine. I have contracts to read now. I’m not sure when I’ll get to the next book. So…go for it,” he urged.
“Well, if you insist. There’s a scene where they’re in the barn, chatting about horse things and one of them…Ted, I think, stops and says, ‘I thought about you all day.’ Just that.” I fluttered my eyelashes. “So romantic.”
“O-kay…”
“And spicy. In the same scene, Ted pulls Maverick between his open thighs and undoes his belt and zipper while he kisses him. Next thing you know, Maverick has his jeans around his knees, his pecker is flying like a flag at full mast, and yet…there’s so much tenderness. Soon after, Ted bends him over yet another bale of hay and well…you can probably guess how that ends.”
“Happily?” Hudson suggested with a roguish gleam.
“Yes.”
He stood slowly. “C’mere.”
I obeyed. I had questions…of course I did, but now wasn’t the time. Something in the air had changed. Idle conversation had given way to possibility and desire. I didn’t know Hudson well at all, but I trusted him. And yes, I was extraordinarily attracted to him.
I rested my hand on his shoulder, my gaze locked on his. “Now what?”
“You wanted a good look at my dick. Go on…help yourself. Undo my belt, Moody.”
Oh, gosh…oh, wow.
I licked my lips, nodded, and immediately got to work. I threaded the leather strap, unbuckled his belt, and reached for his zipper. “May I?”
“Be my guest,” he purred.
His zipper grinding along the narrow strip of metal echoed in the room. I pushed the denim open, brushing my thumbs along his cotton-clad erection. I was salivating. For real. And I wasn’t sure where to look—his cock, his eyes, my cock? Everything needed attention, stat.
“I hate to seem forward. However, in order to properly judge length and girth, I’ll need to remove your—”
Hudson hooked his fingers under the elastic of his boxer briefs and lowered them. His engorged dick sprang free and bobbed between us.
Oh, yes…it was quite large.
Gosh, I wanted that. I wasn’t sure what he’d let me do, if anything, but I was hoping this might turn into more than a “show-and-tell” moment.
“Big or…very big?” Hudson asked, gripping himself at the base.
His tone was light and jovial. I spared him a distracted grunt and licked my lips. “Very big, but not excessive.”
Another low rumble. “You can touch, if you want.”
“I want,” I rasped.
I hovered my hand for a moment, tracing the jagged vein from his balls to his tip. His hum of pleasure spurred me on. I gathered his precum with the pad of my thumb and spread it over the head with lazy circles.
“Mm, that’s nice. Tighten your grip. That’s it. Good boy.”
Oh, my. He was playing with fire now. I adjusted my glasses and as clandestinely as possible, adjusted my poor aching penis before doing as he said, stroking him in a firm hold. I used his precum as lubricant and made a meal out of gliding my hand up and down, up and down.
“Is this all right?”
“Very fucking good. Let me see you too.” Hudson had my belt undone, khakis unzipped and pooled at my feet, and my boxer briefs over my derriere in seconds flat. He kneaded my cheeks, feathering a digit along my crack and finally closing his fist around my cock.
“Ungh!”
I squeezed my eyes shut, leaning into his touch as he stroked me…just right. Every twist of his wrist and long pull elicited a moan of pleasure. It was slightly embarrassing, but I was too turned-on to curb my enthusiasm.
I matched the rhythm he set, jacking him in steady thrusts, breathing in when he breathed out. My knees buckled under the growing onslaught of desire. Hudson put his free hand on my hip as I teetered forward. Our noses brushed, and our lips were now less than an inch apart.