Randall & Hudson

by M. A. Innes

  Hudson saw the struggle, but didn’t let up on the pleasure. We both knew I had my safeword, but something about squirming and writhing while he kept up the incredible sensations felt perfect and wicked. When it was almost too much, he released my cock but moved his hands to roll my full balls between his fingers.

  “I came, but it feels like I didn’t.” The words were husky and rough, almost like I was starting to lose my voice.

  His grin was wicked, and he leaned in and flicked his tongue over my red, sensitive dick. “I know. And you’re going to stay that way until I let you come again.”

  I wasn’t sure if that was a threat or a promise, but it sent shivers racing through me. “Again?”

  “I’m not done with you yet. Remember? I promised to make love to you all night.” Desire flashed through his eyes, and a little whimper escaped me as I imagined what that might mean. I had a feeling it was going to be a long time before he let me come again. I should have probably had my head examined, but the idea of him unleashing all that pleasure on me again was perfect.

  Hudson...Master...boyfriend...Dominant...I was ready to make love to the man who held me so tenderly and pushed me right to the edge.

  Chapter 13

  Hudson

  There was passion in his eyes, and he moved so beautifully when I played with his cock, but he couldn’t seem to get his hands working enough to pull his pants back up. I knew Jake would keep people away from the back as long as he could, but eventually, someone would need to use one of the customer restrooms, or Jake would need something from the storeroom.

  Having Randall show off that beautiful trapped cock through his pants was one thing, naked was another. At least until we had a few more long discussions.

  “Let me help you, Angel. I’ve got it.” Easing Randall’s hands away from his tight pants, I started working them up his thighs and tucking his dick back in. “Are you ready to go home to my place?”

  Randall’s head fell back, and he moaned as I rubbed my fingers over the head of his cock. He was still so hard and sensitive, I knew the sensations had to feel incredible. There was a sleepiness to him that made me want to wrap my arms around him, but he wouldn’t be able to relax until he’d come again and that ring was off his dick.

  We’d talked about the punishment possibilities and plans for the night. I knew what Randall wanted, but the idea that I was going to be the first person he made love with was daunting. I didn’t think I’d ever been anybody’s first.

  It wasn’t the whole taking his virginity thing, because that mentality was stupid. It was just...special, I guess, that he was taking that step with me. And I had to admit, the caveman inside me liked the idea that he would always remember this night.

  His legs seemed moderately steadier as I finished buttoning his pants, so I gave him a kiss and stepped back. “I’m going to grab your bag. Don’t move.”

  His hands started inching away from the wall. “And don’t touch your cock.”

  His eyes opened, and they looked slightly unfocused, with his pupils wide. “But—”

  Randall still looked so needy and desperate. “I’ll let you play with it. But there’ll be consequences later. Because that cock belongs to me, doesn’t it?”

  “More punishments?” The word was filled with breathless anticipation, and I had to fight not to smile.

  “No, just consequences for playing with something that belongs to your master.” That earned me another breathy little moan, but he nodded and reached down to start running his fingers over his erection.

  Hurry. I had to hurry, or we’d never make it out of the bar.

  His first time was not going to be in the employee bathroom.

  Gathering up our stuff only took seconds, but in the short amount of time I’d been gone, he’d moved his other hand between his legs. I knew he was playing with the plug, and just the image of him stretched out on my bed, naked and teasing himself with the toy, made my dick even harder.

  He had to be trying to kill me.

  “Did I say you got to play with the plug? Is my dirty angel teasing his tight little hole?” I crowded against Randall. He blinked up at me, confused, but didn’t let go of his toys. Either of them.

  “But it’s...and they’re...” His voice broke and he started to shake.

  “No playing with the plug, Boy. You don’t get to come again right now.” His lower lip pouted out, and his hand started working the plug even faster.

  Naughty boy.

  “I’m so close...” His eyes closed again, and the hand on his cock started teasing it in short, fast strokes.

  Pulling his hands away from his body, I pinned them to the wall. God, he was incredible. He was also mine and needed to remember that. “Who do you belong to, Angel?”

  Those beautiful, sexy eyes opened. “You.”

  “Who does this cock belong to?” I let one leg push against his dick, and it made him gasp.

  “You.” Need filled the word.

  “That was very naughty, Boy. Tell me what you did wrong.” I knew the words echoed down the hallway, because all the noise in the bar stopped again. Some part of Randall must have realized it as well, because his eyes flickered toward the front of the building, and he gave a small moan.

  My little exhibitionist.

  “I touched myself when you said to stop.” He bit his lip, and gave me a pleading look. “I’m sorry. I was bad. Do you have to punish me?”

  So fuckin’ perfect.

  “Naughty boys who disobey their master have to be punished, don’t they?” There was only one thing I knew was on his mind. Had my little slut disobeyed just to get spanked? If so, he was definitely becoming more comfortable with what he needed.

  “Yes, Master.” The low, sexy words were met with absolute silence, and I knew every man in there was hanging on his needy words.

  I set the bags on the ground and roughly turned Randall to face the wall. There was a sharp inhale when I surprised him, but a groan when he realized he was getting exactly what he wanted. “You’re going to remember this, Angel. You’re going to remember what happens to naughty boys.”

  He was shaking, and his fingers were sliding down the wall, desperate for something to hold on to, by the time I had the pants pulled down again. His cock was stuck in his jeans, but that only made him look hotter and feel dirtier. This wasn’t about his trapped hard-on or even getting to come.

  This was about submitting and letting every man out there hear what a dirty little slut he was.

  I leaned close and whispered just for him as I brought my hand down the first time. “You’re going to look so beautiful wearing my marks on your ass.”

  The strangled gasp turned into a sharp cry of shock as my hand met his skin, and the smack carried down the hall. The rumble of voices in the bar let us both hear that the men knew exactly what was happening.

  Randall’s head went down to rest on the wall, but he pushed his butt out, giving me a needy whimper. I brought my hand down again on his other cheek, loving the way his ass quivered and seemed desperate for more. I wasn’t spanking him hard, but his skin was already starting to pink. He was incredible.

  I let another smack fall on his ass, and then gave the cheek a rough squeeze. Randall moaned, and his hips started to move like he was fucking the air. The sharp sting only seemed to make his desire stronger. Bringing my hand down again, his cry of pain and pleasure made my cock ache, and I knew every man listening would be in the same situation. But this sweet, perfect boy was mine.

  “My dirty angel. I know how much you need, and I can’t wait to give you everything.” I kneaded his cheeks and listened to his whimpers and pleas for more. “It’s time to go home. So I can fill up this tight little body and make you fly.”

  “Please...Master...Hudson...please...I...” He was so close to the edge, but I wasn’t going to let him fall. Not yet, at least.

  Pulling up his pants was even harder the second time. All I wanted to do was strip him down, not get him dres
sed again. Once he was ready, some of the fog had started to clear, but desire was still raging through him. He leaned into me and sighed, holding me tight. “When we get back to your house? No more waiting?”

  “That’s right, Angel.” I wrapped my arms around him, careful not to hit him with the bags. “I’m going to kiss you and lick—”

  “Hudson!” He gasped out the word and poked me with his finger. “You can’t do that to me.”

  Laughing quietly, I leaned down and kissed the top of his head. “Oh, but I can. I’m going to describe every detail to you as we head home.”

  “More punishments?” Then he giggled, making him look even more innocent but completely debauched.

  “No, just because I love making you crazy.” Randall straightened and shook his head, smiling. The need was still there, like a deep current that I could feel swirling around him, but he looked steadier, and less like I’d just fucked him in the hallway.

  Wrapping one arm around him, I started leading him to the front of the building. I’d parked just down the street, so we didn’t have far to go, but I knew with the plug, it was going to feel like a lot longer.

  My teasing and touches probably wouldn’t help, either, but that didn’t mean I was going to stop.

  The natural movement of the plug as he walked, and my wandering fingers, had him letting out low moans by the time we started through the sea of men. There was no reason to hide what we’d done, because they’d heard every smack and plea, so I just kept teasing the plug and kneading his ass as we headed out.

  Catcalls and dirty jokes were called out, but Randall just blushed and squirmed. Andrew was leaning on the bar, watching with a heated look that Jake didn’t miss. As we walked out the door, Jake had Andrew wrapped in his arms and was taking his mouth in a demanding kiss that had everyone’s attention.

  The drive home went too fast for me, but too slow for Randall.

  I kept him squirming and moaning as I touched and teased him at stoplights and then told him all the ways I was going to kiss and taste him when we finally got home. The base of the plug pushed against the seat, only making it harder for him to think. By the time I finally parked, he was pleading, and I knew the collar around his dick was the only reason his pants weren’t soaked with precum.

  We got into the house in record time, but once the door closed, things slowed down considerably. Kissing and stripping off his clothes, we worked our way through the small condo, finally making it to the bedroom when he was naked and begging.

  The fact that I still had clothes on only seemed to make him more turned on. I hadn’t done it on purpose. I’d just been focused on him, not me. I was going to take my time exploring his delectable body, and for that, he had to be naked.

  Randall let out a low gasp of surprise as I picked him up and carried him over to the bed. Stretching out over him, I pinned his hands above his head and looked down his lean body. Muscles quivered and his cock stuck out obscenely, red and begging for attention.

  “Hold on to the headboard, and don’t let go.” Randall had been too turned on for too long to question anything. He reached out, frantically trying to obey. The drive for more was the only thing on his mind.

  Finally having him all to myself, I took a moment to simply gaze at him. I propped up on one elbow and used my free hand to trail my fingers down his arm. He squirmed and spread his legs, silently begging for me to move lower. But I wasn’t ready for that yet. There was so much of my boy I hadn’t explored.

  I might have teased and touched, but he’d never been spread out and begging for me. I leaned down and gave him a slow, tender kiss. Keeping it light and gentle, I tried to pour what I was feeling into him. I wasn’t sure exactly where we stood beyond the understanding that he belonged to me in the bedroom, but I knew we were much more than just lovers or a Dom and his submissive.

  Releasing his mouth, I kissed down his jaw and neck, working my way to the little pebbled nipples that called to me. I ran my tongue around the stiff peaks and listened to the desperate noises that escaped my boy.

  “What do you think, Angel? Do you want my mouth on them?” Randall shivered and cried out for my touch.

  I gave him a wicked grin. “They seem so sensitive. Should I lick them, or do you think they want something sharper? Something just a bit rougher than that?”

  His mouth opened and closed, and he couldn’t seem to decide what to say. Theory only went so far, and I knew he must have played with his nipples before, but having someone else’s hands on his body was completely different.

  “Are you usually gentle, or do you play with them mercilessly? Do you make them hurt?” From the look on his face, I already knew the answer.

  He was so desperate, the words jumped out of him. “Hurt. It feels so good when they hurt.”

  My needy little pain slut.

  “I’m going to make them hurt so good, Angel.” He gasped out as my lips wrapped around one nipple, and I used my teeth to tug on the tender bud.

  There was no reason to go slow. We’d teased and passed the foreplay stage hours ago. In that moment, all my boy wanted was to be taken and to come. I nibbled and licked until his nipples were puffy and red and he was crying out in pleasure. His hips kept thrusting up, trying to get my touch, but I wasn’t ready yet.

  When they were tender, and so sensitive I knew he’d feel them every time his shirt brushed against them the next day, I started kissing down his chest and abs. He couldn’t seem to decide if he was relieved I’d moved on or ready for more attention to his nipples, because he kept looking down at me and then back to them, licking his lips and squirming.

  “I think those need to be pierced. Should I take you down and have them put little rings in them for me to touch and tug on?” I licked around his belly button and smiled as he squirmed, his eyes getting wider as I described what I wanted to do to him. “Everyone at the bar would be able to see them through your shirt. I could wrap my arms around you and play with them while everyone watched. I might even be able to make you come just by tugging on them.”

  Randall simply stared, his mouth hanging open and a shocked look on his face. But he didn’t tell me no. Had he considered them before? He had to have seen them in porn or in pictures. “Have you thought about getting those little nubs pierced, Angel?”

  Embarrassment flashed across his face, and his cock jerked. His words came out breathy and low. “Yes, but people don’t...they...”

  “Oh, but they do, and you’re going to look so sexy. I’ll take you down to the shop, strip off your shirt, and show them just where I want you pierced. They’ll know who you belong to, Boy.” That seemed to thrill him just as much as getting the actual nipple rings did. His red, hard cock jerked again, and a drop of precum leaked out the top to bead at the tip of his dick.

  As I pushed his legs apart and moved to lie between them, I licked the drip and watched him writhe. “You liked your reward earlier, didn’t you?”

  Randall moaned and frantically nodded. “Yes...please...”

  “You want more? You want my mouth wrapped around your cock?” Hearing him beg was better than guessing or even knowing what he wanted.

  “Yes...it was...and please...yes...” Full sentences were impossible, but he was still holding on to the headboard and doing his best to behave, so I wanted to reward my good boy.

  “I like sucking on your dick and making you squirm and beg, but I have something even better for my boy.” He might have been too wound up to talk, but he knew what was coming when I spread his legs even wider and opened him up completely to my gaze.

  Lowering my head, I stretched out between his legs and pushed them up to his chest. The need and anticipation mixed with the embarrassment of being vulnerable, and it kicked his desire even higher.

  “You are incredible, Angel.” I kissed the inside of his thigh. “So sexy and so beautiful.”

  I touched my lips to his other leg, slowly working toward his plugged opening. “Watching you bend over for me earlier
was perfect. That ass,” another kiss even closer, “And that tight little hole just begging to be filled even more.”

  Randall let out a strangled scream as my tongue finally flicked out and ringed the sensitive skin around the plug. I moved my hand up and pulled the plug out to its widest point, then eased it back in again. He thrust his hips back, trying for more, and I felt hands threading their way through my hair.

  “Naughty boy.” I gave the plug a tap, and he cried out, moving his hands back to the rails.

  “I’m sorry, Hudson!”

  Wanting him to know it was alright, I pulled the plug all the way out, then started fucking him slowly with the toy. “Next time you disobey, I’ll have to punish you, Angel.”

  The threat of another spanking, or something even better, had him shaking and his cock leaking even more. The ring made it hard for cum to escape the tight restraint, so to see it dripping down his dick, I knew his desire was at a feverish level.

  “Do you want my mouth on your pretty hole?” The dirty words pushed him even higher. Things tumbled out of his lips that didn’t make any sense, he just wanted more.

  Tossing the plug aside, I lapped at his tight hole and fucked it with my fingers, stretching him even more and making sure he was ready. One day, I was going to feast on his tempting ass and see if I could make him come just by eating him out, but he was too desperate to draw it out any longer.

  When I pulled away to find the condom and lube in my nightstand, he cried out, “No, please, I’ll be good.”

  Stretching over him, I gave him a tender kiss. His surprise as he tasted my lips made me smile. “Are you ready for more, Angel? We don’t have to go any further if you don’t want to. I’ll make you come and kiss you all night, but if you’re not ready to make love, that’s okay.”

  He shook his head and his arms came down to wrap around me. “I need you. I’m ready. No one has ever...nothing...you don’t think I’m wrong or...” The words tumbled out, getting jumbled in his emotions, but I knew what he was trying to say.