by M. A. Innes
I thought it just made the room feel more cluttered, but my mother thought it was designed beautifully. And I had to admit the extra storage was great. The tight floor plan and limited space were not wonderful, however.
“Come here, Angel. Hop up.”
“Wha—” He gave a high-pitched squeak as I picked him up and plopped him down on the counter.
“There we go.” His eyes were still wide, and he was a little breathless. He looked like we’d been making love. I was never going to manage to behave. He was too tempting.
Giving him another kiss, I let my hands rest on his thighs, just high enough to tease at the head of his dick, which was now outlined against the stiff fabric of the jeans. He wasn’t wearing the tight, sexy ones, but sitting down, even the loose pants couldn’t hide his arousal.
Randall moaned and leaned into me, and his hands started tracing up my arms. Knowing we would get too easily distracted if we kept it up, I ran my thumb over the tip of his dick and stepped back. His body shook, and his eyes went all confused and foggy again. He was so sensitive and so open with his need, it felt wrong to pull away.
But I had to at least try to stick to the plan. If I didn’t, he’d end up naked and orgasming. And I wanted him needy and completely on edge by the time he went back to work. His punishment had to be something he would remember forever.
“What kind of ice cream, Angel?” He just blinked at me. Nothing. “Angel? I need my sexy boy to tell me what he wants to eat.”
“You.”
Fuck. It was going to be a long night.
Chapter 10
Randall
I hadn’t meant to say that. Chocolate. That was what I’d tried to say. It just hadn’t come out that way. I would have felt stupid, but the look on Hudson’s face just made me even more turned on. He liked the idea.
He took one step closer and moved his hands back to grip my thighs. But when he shook his head, I couldn’t help but feel like I’d said something wrong. “Did I...”
“Oh, Angel, you say the—” Hudson’s mouth took mine in an aggressive kiss that felt more like a claim than the sweeter pecks he’d given me earlier. I just sank into him and opened, letting him have whatever he wanted. His tongue slid against mine, and all I could picture was how it would feel to have that wet heat wrapped around lower things.
By the time he pulled away, I was dizzy, and my cock was so hard it ached. Hudson moved one hand to cup my face, his expression still making it clear how turned on he was, but there was also something tender I couldn’t define. “I am going to have an evening in with my boy. We’re going to watch TV and have ice cream. I’m going to kiss you and touch you...” The hand on my leg moved so he could tease the tip of my cock again. “But you’re not going to get to come.”
What?
His smiled turned wicked. “I want to get to know you more. With our clothes on. If you’re good, though, I might give you some hints about your punishment later this week. I don’t feel bad admitting how much I’m looking forward to it.”
The slow caress of his fingers and the dirty words coming out of his mouth made it hard to think. “Punish?”
I wasn’t sure that’s what I’d meant to say, but that was what came out. Hudson leaned in and flicked his tongue over my lips, more like he tasted me than actually kissed me, but it was even hotter somehow. “Yes, Angel. I want you to be nice and ready for my punishment. So no coming this week. Do you understand?”
Fuck.
“I...I...” There were just no words.
His face lit up with a dark desire, and I knew how much he loved my reaction. Blowing my mind seemed to be something he thoroughly enjoyed. “But no...”
That hadn’t been an actual question, but we both knew what I was trying to say. It’d felt like I was a walking hard-on most days, and the idea of not being able to orgasm until...until he punished me was insane. I just couldn’t figure out if it was the bad kind of crazy or the good kind.
“No playing with that sexy cock. No humping the bed, pretending that I’m taking that sexy ass. No teasing that little hole until you come.” His hand started sliding up and down my dick as he talked, and I couldn’t hold back the moan that tore through me. “Nothing at all. Do you understand, Angel?”
“No...” I knew he’d asked a question, but all I could focus on was the wicked pictures he’d put in my head. “I can’t...”
I realized that I’d agreed to him having control of my orgasms, but I’d just never imagined how hot it would be when he said no. I hadn’t actually figured out how to ask him yet, so I was already on edge, but knowing he was asserting that control had my cock jerking and precum leaking out. Wet jeans were going to be the least of my problems, though.
“Master?”
“Yes, Boy.” That tender look was back, but it was still wrapped in the same desire that radiated from him. “You’re going to stay nice and hard for me, aren’t you?”
I nodded, words still beyond me.
“If you’re good tonight, and then take your punishment well, I’ll give you a reward.” The way he said it had flames of desire flashing through me.
Reward meant orgasm, right?
An orgasm without me having to ask might be worth the wait. I’d tried to text him several times, but I hadn’t been able to hit the button to send the message. It’d seemed...dirty...not wrong, exactly, because nothing he did felt bad, but just...too hard.
“I’ll be good.” The words came out low and almost husky. Hudson leaned in and gave me a gentle kiss, but didn’t release my dick, so the combination made my head spin.
“I know you will.” As he pulled away, he moved his hand back down my leg. I missed his touch, but it made it easier to think.
That wasn’t really a good thing, because all I could focus on was that it was going to be days before I got to come again. Shit.
“Now, you were going to tell me what kind of ice cream you wanted.”
I was?
“Um...” What were the choices again? “Can I have chocolate and vanilla?”
It felt greedy to ask for both, but it was what I wanted.
“Of course.” He smiled like it was nothing to ask for both. As he walked away, I immediately missed his touch, but my perch on the counter gave me an incredible view of his kitchen and his body.
Pulling my gaze away from his tempting strength, I tried to focus on something less likely to make me come in my pants. His kitchen was tiny, but every inch of space was being used, and I liked it. It was nothing like what I was used to, no flashy decorations or random pots just for show, but it felt warm and homey.
The rest of the house felt the same way. Well, the parts that I’d seen. The living room was filled with a big couch along one wall, and a TV on the opposite wall. The far side of the room had built-in shelves that had books and pictures on them. It was nothing like my dorm room or my parents’ house, and that made it even better. I just wished it had been light enough when I’d gotten out of the cab to see the outside of the building.
Hudson had offered to come by and pick me up, but I’d had a few assignments that needed to be done, and I hadn’t been sure how long they would take. Having a car would have made it easier, but that was another discussion I’d lost with Mother.
He chattered about his dinner with his parents and the errands he’d run that day while he scooped the ice cream out. Watching him pile it into the bowls shocked me. They were nothing like the dessert cups my mother used.
After he put everything away, he brought the bowls over and set them beside me on the counter. I got another kiss. They were addicting. “Do you know what movie you want to see?”
There were a few history documentaries out that I wanted to watch, but I figured there was at least a fifty-fifty shot that they would bore him to tears, so I tried to think of something else. “Do you have cable?”
Living in the dorms, I knew that was a crapshoot. Some people were on such a strict budget that they didn’t have anything, ev
en a TV. I wasn’t sure what Hudson would have, although the house seemed nice, and the way he talked about the business made me think it was doing well.
He nodded. “A thousand channels of nothing, plus on-demand movie channels and several subscription sites.”
That made it even harder to think of something. I shrugged. “Let’s flick through some of the channels and see what’s on.”
I wasn’t really there for the TV, anyway.
“Sounds like a plan.” He reached out and helped me off the counter, letting his hands trail up my sides. He was so close, I slid down the front of his body and our cocks rubbed together. He might not let me come, but he was going to have fun torturing me.
I loved it.
Curled up on the wide, deep couch, we browsed through until we found an action movie that neither of us had seen. It was alright, but the best part was curling up next to Hudson and snuggling while we ate. When we were both done, he set the bowls on the coffee table and pulled me onto his lap.
I couldn’t figure out how I was supposed to watch the movie with his cock pressing against my ass. Images of him bending me over the couch and fucking me flashed through my mind, only to be replaced with sexy images of him making love to me as his hands started slowly caressing me.
When his free hand started trailing up and down my legs, I thought it was just an unconscious habit. When his other hand began caressing up and down my side slowly, I thought he didn’t understand how insane he was making me. When the hand on my leg started tracing circles around the head of my cock, I knew he understood exactly what he was doing.
I didn’t want him to stop, but I didn’t want to disobey him by coming, so I wasn’t sure what to do. His touch always changed up the pleasure before it got to be too much, but I was leaking precum so badly there was a wet spot on my jeans, and there was a huge chunk of the movie that didn’t make sense.
Not enough blood in my brain to follow the action.
When I finally broke, a whimper escaping as I started to shake, he gave a low, wicked laugh. “No coming, Boy.”
It was that rough voice that I was starting to associate with him being Master, not just my...boyfriend...whatever we were. One moment he would be teasing and talking, then something would change and he’d suddenly be in charge and making me whine with need.
It was so crazy hot.
When he finally pulled his hand away from my cock, I let out a desperate sound, but he just chuckled and slid his hand up under my shirt. “Watch the movie, Angel.”
It was the same voice he’d used to call me his dirty angel, and it sent a flood of emotion through me. Words like that shouldn’t make me feel romantic and special, but somehow they did. His hot hand on my chest chased away everything but the need.
As he started circling my nipples with his fingers, I gave up pretending to watch the movie. I just closed my eyes and soaked up the pleasure of his touch. He would get closer, and then move farther away. It was maddening.
By the time he actually ran his thumb over my nipple, I was desperate, and there was no way to hide the mess I’d made of my jeans. It was embarrassingly erotic and just made it harder to get my body under control. Every time I thought about the evidence of my arousal, I got even more turned on, which made the problem worse.
“My dirty angel made a mess of his pants.” He pinched my now overly sensitive tip and growled the words out. I knew my face was so red it was probably purple, but I didn’t want to cover it up. It was wicked and naughty, but I was his dirty angel...he didn’t want me to hide anything from him.
“I...it’s just...I...” He moved his hand and pinched the other bud.
“Beautiful.” His mouth took mine in a long kiss. His tongue dueled mine, and it was like he was fucking my mouth. “I’m not sure I can let you go home like this, though. Everyone would know what you were doing tonight.”
Horror and arousal flashed through me.
The idea was...shocking, but there was no way I could go through the doors like that. No matter how erotic the fantasy was. “I guess you’re just going to have to stay the night so I can wash those wet pants. I bet your briefs are just as wet, aren’t they?”
I nodded and shook as he flicked my nipples with his finger, going back and forth, keeping my entire body humming with need. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”
Huh?
His hands moved out from under my shirt and I missed his touch immediately. “I don’t...” I forced my eyes open and looked around, confused. The credits were rolling, and Hudson was watching me, his eyes dark with desire.
When had the movie finished?
He started to help me stand, but my legs didn’t really work, so he wrapped his arms around me while I found my balance. Once I was steady, he moved one hand down to cup the wet front of my pants. It usually didn’t get that bad. The precum only started to drip out when I was just about ready to come. But he’d had me needy and aching for so long, I hadn’t been able to help it.
“I have some pants you can sleep in, and I’ll wash your clothes, dirty boy.” Desire filled his voice, and he didn’t try to hide how much he loved my reactions to his touch. “Do you want to clean up by yourself, or do you want your master to wash your sticky, wet cock?”
Fuck.
I knew there was a question somewhere in his words, but it was lost in the images that were flashing through my head.
“Angel, do you want me to strip you down and clean you?”
“Yes.” The word sounded husky and desperate, not like me at all.
“Good boy.” Pleasure lit up his face, and it wasn’t just about the desire.
He kept a tight grip on me as we walked down a small hallway toward what had to be his bedroom. My brain was short-circuiting, but I thought I saw a small half-bath to one side of the hall before he ushered me into his room. Hudson didn’t seem to trust my legs, because he kept a tight hold on me and led me right to the bathroom.
The lights were bright after the darkness of his bedroom, which only had light coming from the street lamps outside the windows. His bathroom was entirely white, and what drew my attention was a large mirror over the sink.
My eyes were wide, and I looked...out of it...not quite drunk but clearly wrecked. Hudson stayed close as he watched me in the mirror, his hands moving to start taking off my clothes. As he stripped me down, gently and slowly, I thought it would be erotic, and it was...but there was a tenderness I hadn’t expected. It made me feel almost vulnerable.
I would have thought that nothing would have been more intimate than his watching me orgasm, but as he bared my body in the mirror, I knew I was wrong. It was...incredible. I didn’t know how to explain it. The need and desire were still there. I was hard and aching, but there were layers of other emotions I didn’t understand.
When I was naked and wrapped in his arms, he reached out and grabbed a washcloth from the counter. I watched his hand move to turn the water on, and it was like I was watching it happen to someone else. As he brought the warm, wet cloth up to my chest, everything was hitting me in flashes. The soft feel of the fabric as it dragged over my skin. The touch of his clothed body as it pressed against my naked one. The sight of us in the mirror. It was completely overwhelming.
Intimate.
Special.
More than I’d ever dreamed of having with anyone.
As the washcloth went over my still-hard cock, carefully cleaning the precum that had soaked through my clothes, it only made everything harder to process. Hudson’s face was so intent, and his touch so sure and gentle, I felt like something precious. Like one of the expensive figurines that required the most delicate touch.
He started whispering low words about how beautiful I was, and how much he loved to hold me. How he wanted to know everything about me. Eventually, he led me out of the bathroom, and I lost track of the words and just soaked up the sound of his voice as I forced my legs to work.
Dressing me in pants that were too big, I watched, still detached
, as he tightened the string on the thin silky pants and tucked me into his bed. I still felt disjointed and only half real, but when he stripped down to his boxers, giving me the first hint of the hard cock I’d only felt through his clothes, my hands itched to touch him...to hold him.
Hudson slid under the covers and wrapped me in his arms, turning us so my head rested on his chest. I felt his naked skin for the first time. Letting my fingers trail over his chest as he held me tight, I closed my eyes and just let his heat sink into me.
“That’s better. Sweet boy.” His words were warm and loving. I hated to use the word...it felt too soon...but there was no other way to describe it. “My sweet boy.”
My lids were heavy, so I let my fingers see as I traced his pecs and down to his hard abs. He was broad and wide, and his skin seemed to go on forever. His words got softer as he spoke, telling me how he liked holding me and feeling my touch.
“You’re all mine, Angel.” I wasn’t sure if the reminder was for me or for him, but the words wrapped me in warmth.
“Yes, Master. I’m yours, Hudson.” A yawn cracked my jaw, and my hand started to slow its exploration, but I wasn’t ready to stop. My brain seemed to have other plans, though, because it got harder and harder to think.
“If I’m yours...that makes you mine...right?”
His low words wound their way through the fog in my head, fighting against the darkness that was pulling at me. The last thing I heard before I lost the battle was his deep voice, thick with what I wanted to call love. “Yes, Angel. I’m yours.”
Chapter 11
Hudson
“You’ve made everyone in this whole damned place crazy,” Jake grumbled as he wiped down the bar. “They’re barely drinking.”
“Not my fault.”