Speechless (Pier 70 #3)

by Nicole Edwards

  However, when it came time to put his plan in motion, he found that Hudson wasn’t home. While he sat staring at his phone, tempted to shoot Hudson a message, he felt his frustration level building. He hated sitting at home by himself. For the first couple of months it had been cool, but now he wanted to do something. He needed someone to talk to.

  He blamed Hudson for that. He’d never craved that type of interaction, but since he’d had it, he found he wanted more.

  Getting to his feet, he paced the floor, thrusting his hands through his hair. He couldn’t go to a club, he couldn’t call Jason and Benny, or any of the others from his long list of one-night fucks. It was too late to go out on the water, and Dare was no longer in the position to be Teague’s wingman since he’d settled down. Cam, too. Of course, he could always call Roan, but he knew the guy was dealing with his own shit right now.

  Which left him with absolutely no one.

  His phone buzzed and he stopped pacing, staring down at it. He was tempted not to look because he knew it could only be one person. For weeks now, the only person who had texted him was Hudson. He really didn’t like the fact that he was looking forward to spending time with the man.

  With a shaky breath, he snatched up his phone and read the message.

  Be home in ten. I’m bringing dinner. You will eat with me, so don’t try to get out of it. But first, I need a shower, and that’s where I expect you to be when I walk into my bathroom—naked. Probably smart to turn the water on soon so you don’t freeze your ass off.

  Teague’s dick twitched. He had no control over it, thank you very much. It wasn’t that he was excited for Hudson to summon him to his bathroom or anything like that. Except, he kind of was, and proof of that was the fact that he was already walking out his door and across the hall to Hudson’s.

  For the past few weeks, neither of them had been locking their apartments, rather only having the exit door of the building locked. It made it easier to come and go from each other’s place on the rare occasions they did. Like now.

  Hudson’s apartment was the mirror image of his own. Well, except for the fact that Hudson’s place was decorated more than Teague’s and it actually had enough furniture to fill the space. Teague had a thrift-store couch, a cheap coffee table, a decent queen mattress set connected to an inexpensive metal headboard, and a wooden stand that held his alarm clock. Hudson’s place was much nicer, as was the furniture. It was a studio, like Teague’s—completely open, other than the bathroom, which contained a sink, a toilet, and a regular porcelain tub with a clear curtain hanging from a rod. Rather than turn on the water, Teague leaned against the sink and debated whether or not he wanted to go back to his place and pretend he hadn’t received Hudson’s text.

  Then again, he couldn’t do that because Hudson would probably show up, and if his door was locked, he would know something was up.

  “Shit.”

  Teague set his phone on the sink, then pushed away from the counter and went to turn on the shower. No sooner did he have the water on than he heard the apartment door open and close.

  Fuck. There was no way that was ten minutes.

  It took all of thirty seconds for him to strip out of his shorts and T-shirt, leaving them in a pile on the floor before he was hopping into the shower, swallowing a scream when the cold water pelted his skin. He gritted his teeth, waiting for the water to warm. It was just like at his place, the hot water taking forever to kick in. Had he done as Hudson instructed, he probably wouldn’t have had to endure the ice shower.

  Before he had time to flip-flop on his decision, the clear curtain was pulled back, and Hudson stepped in, completely, gloriously naked.

  And when Hudson’s giant body instantly backed Teague against the wall, the water temperature was suddenly the least of his worries.

  HUDSON HAD NO idea what had come over him or why he’d been so adamant that Teague come over, but halfway through his workout, he’d had to stop. No matter what he did, he couldn’t stop thinking about the kid. When he spent more time adjusting his semi-erect cock than lifting weights, working out became a wasted effort.

  For the last few days, he’d seen little of Teague while they were at work. The boys in the office were busy and had needed Teague’s help out on the water, leaving Hudson on his own. He was used to that, so it wasn’t the workload that had bothered him; it had been not seeing as much of Teague as he’d hoped to. That was the very reason he had insisted he have dinner with Teague during the week, but he’d made a conscious effort to keep his hands to himself.

  Other than some boner-inducing groping last night as they stood in the hallway between their apartments, which had left his nuts aching when Teague finally had left him, Hudson had been the perfect gentleman.

  Until right this moment.

  Stepping into his shower to find Teague naked and waiting, just as he’d instructed, had him worked up more than ever. So horny, in fact, he hardly registered the tepid water that pelted his skin.

  Without allowing Teague to say so much as hello, Hudson backed the kid against the tiled wall and inhaled him. Tonight wasn’t about sweet kisses or teasing; he needed something more than that, and he suspected Teague did, as well. When Teague’s tongue speared his, rough hands gripping Hudson’s ass, he knew he was right.

  “Fuck, Hudson,” Teague groaned against his mouth. “Oh, fuck.”

  While Teague attempted to climb his body, Hudson continued to kiss him. He wasn’t pretending to be gentle; he wanted Teague to know just what he did to him.

  When Teague took Hudson’s cock in his hand, he drove his hips forward, fucking Teague’s fist. And when Teague aligned their dicks, the kid’s slick hand gliding up and down both of them at the same time, their shafts sliding together … Hudson pulled his mouth away to watch. He was breathing hard, and he’d only been in there for a minute.

  “What brought this on?” Teague asked, his eyes glittering with heat.

  Not caring whether Teague could understand him, he chose to sign since he had no other option. Want to taste you.

  Teague watched his hands, then nodded.

  Before he dropped to his knees, he signed again. Do not come. This is only the beginning.

  Another nod from Teague had Hudson going to his knees. He didn’t know if Teague understood or if he was simply saying yes to whatever Hudson wanted. Knowing Teague, it could go either way.

  The porcelain tub bit into his knees, but Hudson ignored the pain when he was eye level with Teague’s beautiful dick. He pinned Teague to the wall with his forearm across Teague’s stomach. In order to keep from falling over, Teague widened his stance at the same time Hudson drew him into his mouth.

  “Oh, fuck yes.” Teague’s hands rested on Hudson’s forearm, gripping tightly. “I’ve missed your mouth so fucking much.”

  Unable to control his desire, Hudson bobbed up and down, slobbering all over Teague’s cock, taking him deep, teasing the head, fisting him with his other hand. He worked him hard and fast, loving the way Teague panted and moaned, his stomach muscles flexing as he thrust his hips forward, attempting to drive deep into Hudson’s throat.

  Not wanting to push him over the edge, Hudson released Teague’s dick from his mouth but resumed fisting him as he got to his feet, slowing things down a notch. Once more, he fastened his mouth onto Teague’s smooth, warm lips, making love to him with his tongue. He was overwhelmed by sensation, but the urge to fuck was impairing his control, the need causing his heart to slam against his ribs. He wasn’t sure he’d ever felt like this before, and he was a little shaken by it.

  Taking a step back, Hudson reached for the body wash, dispensing some into his hand before rubbing it over his chest. He needed to take care of business so they could get out of here and have dinner. If he didn’t, he risked fucking the kid right there against the wall.

  Teague stepped forward, adding more body wash before he began rubbing his hands over Hudson’s chest. It seemed the guy was on to him, knew he needed a mi
nute, because his hands moved slowly, his fingertips kneading Hudson’s tense muscles.

  While Teague washed him, Hudson closed his eyes, relishing the sensation, enjoying the rubdown. It was intensely sensual, although Teague had successfully dropped the tension down a notch, for which Hudson was grateful. It wasn’t like him to lose control like that, but there was no doubt he had. If Teague wasn’t using those magic fingers on him, he would likely be ramming his dick into the guy’s ass, sending them both over the edge.

  I could let you do that all day.

  “Good. Then relax a little more.”

  Okay, so apparently Teague did understand him.

  Hudson gave him free rein, relaxing his muscles while Teague’s soapy hands worked him from neck to toe, then back up.

  “Turn around.”

  Hudson turned, planting his palms on the wall. Teague continued his ministrations along his back, his ass, his quads and calves. When he worked his way back up, Hudson’s heart slammed into his ribs again as slick fingers slid between his ass cheeks, rimming his hole.

  Fuck, that felt good.

  He didn’t allow Teague to play for long, ready for a turn. While the water rinsed the soap from his body, Hudson kissed Teague again, keeping the pace languid this time. The urgency had dissipated, but the need was still great. He doubted he could resist Teague for much longer. It scared him to think about giving in, to give Teague what he’d wanted all along. The risk that the kid would turn away from him afterward was significant, but he knew he would have to cave eventually.

  He wasn’t sure he was ready to let go tonight, but on the other hand, he wasn’t sure he had the willpower to resist.

  Twenty

  THAT WOULD GO down in the history books as the most innocent (although erotic) shower he’d ever taken when in the presence of a smoking-hot man. There for a minute, Teague had thought Hudson was going to lose control and bang the shit out of him right there against the tiled wall, but somehow the guy had recovered, and they’d washed up, dried off, and were now sitting at Hudson’s kitchen table eating Chinese food.

  He might’ve been irritated if it weren’t for the fact that Hudson had only allowed him to put a towel around his hips. When Teague had started to dress, Hudson had informed him that it would be a waste of time. That little bit of information had arousal coursing through his veins, and his dick was tenting the towel.

  However, it didn’t have any impact on his appetite. He was starving.

  They’d managed to make a decent dent in the food when Hudson signed to him before taking a drink of his tea.

  Are you still working on sign language?

  Teague nodded. “I’m trying. It’s getting easier.” He took another bite and chewed before continuing. “I talked to Dare the other day and he has a book he said I could borrow. He bought it when he took the class.”

  I can keep teaching you.

  He didn’t want Hudson to know how much he would like that. Instead, after taking a drink, Teague grinned. “I’m sure there are quite a few things you can teach me.”

  And vice versa.

  Hudson’s eyes darkened with what looked to be restrained arousal, and the thought of pushing him until he snapped made Teague’s dick twitch. It drove him crazy that the man had so much self-control. If Teague had a third of what Hudson had, he would be an entirely different person.

  Finish eating.

  Laughing at Hudson’s discomfort, Teague dug back in and didn’t stop until he had cleaned his plate. When he looked up, he saw Hudson was watching him.

  Time for a movie.

  A movie?

  Okay, that wasn’t what Teague had expected they’d be doing next, but he could go with it. For now.

  “Let me do the dishes,” he insisted.

  Only if you lose the towel.

  Teague felt his face go warm. He’d never been the type to strut around naked, but… “Okay.”

  He stood up and dropped the towel, watching Hudson’s eyes as they slowly raked over him from head to toe, then back up. The guy made his skin heat a couple of degrees from the obvious approval that warmed his eyes. Teague got the feeling this was going to be a long night.

  Somehow, Teague managed to clean the few dishes they’d used, but he felt Hudson’s eyes on him as he worked. It didn’t help that there wasn’t a wall that separated the kitchen from the living room, so Hudson had gotten an unobstructed view of Teague’s ass the entire time.

  Once he was finished and he flipped off the kitchen light, Hudson urged him over to the couch, patting the spot directly beside him. The room was completely dark except for the glow from the television screen.

  “If I have to be naked, I think it’s only fair that you are, too,” he told Hudson when he stopped in front of him.

  Hudson’s dark eyes paused on Teague’s dick, which was standing up straight, begging for attention. After several seconds, they finally lifted to meet his.

  Is that right?

  Teague nodded. He was glad he’d spent so much time learning sign language. It was certainly easier to communicate this way than having to get his phone whenever Hudson wanted to talk. Granted, he didn’t always understand everything but got the gist most of the time.

  Hudson popped up from the couch, stripped off his shorts, then sat down again, grabbing Teague’s arm and pulling him down beside him. He didn’t even get a chance to ogle those long legs or his incredibly big dick. But when he brushed up against Hudson, he no longer cared. The warmth of the man’s big body was welcoming as Teague leaned into him, his attention on the television.

  Was that…?

  “Porn?” He glanced over at Hudson, unable to hold in his laughter. “That’s the movie you had in mind? Porn?”

  Hudson’s smile was wicked.

  “Funny. I didn’t think of you as a porn watcher.”

  What did you think I did in my spare time?

  Suddenly, the only thing he could think about was Hudson sitting here on this couch, dick in hand, watching gay porn every night before he went to bed. Definitely a nice fantasy.

  “Figured you were more of a reader.” After all, there was a book on the coffee table.

  Hudson shrugged.

  Teague remembered all the times Hudson had pushed his boundaries in the very beginning. He’d gotten somewhat used to not being fully satisfied, but he never knew what to expect during their encounters. It all seemed to be some sort of game for Hudson, which—provided there weren’t any questions—Teague had actually come to enjoy.

  Not to mention, it made the anticipation that much greater.

  HUDSON COULDN’T GIVE less of a shit what they watched tonight or if the TV was even on, for that matter. He’d opted for porn because he figured Teague wouldn’t think anything of it. If Hudson kept their interactions sexual, the guy wouldn’t panic that things were getting too intimate.

  Funny how Teague didn’t shy away from the most intimate act of all—sex—but he freaked out after falling asleep on Hudson’s couch. Not that it mattered now. Hudson was ready to settle in for the night, and he was going to let things play out however they were meant to. Whether he ended up giving in to his baser urges and claiming Teague in the most intimate way possible or he simply toyed with him for a while, Hudson intended for them both to come tonight.

  Ten minutes later, it was clear that porn hadn’t been a good idea. Hudson was still sitting up on the couch, and Teague had started teasing Hudson’s dick with his hands. A gentle brush of his fingers at first, then Teague had covered Hudson’s cock with his palm, fondling his balls with his fingertips. It wasn’t long before Teague had spread out on the couch, his head on Hudson’s thigh, and now Hudson’s cock was tunneling in and out of Teague’s fantastic fucking mouth with—as long as he leaned a little to the left—an unobstructed view.

  He could sit here and watch this all fucking night.

  While Teague blew him, Hudson let his hand trail down the smooth length of Teague’s back. Since the kid was lying on hi
s stomach, Hudson had to lean over, using his hands to knead the firm flesh of Teague’s ass. The guy had a phenomenal ass.

  Every time Teague released Hudson’s cock, he squeezed Teague’s ass, letting him know to keep going. He was a long way from coming tonight, but he wasn’t going to bore Teague with those details. He would soon prove he had the stamina of a twenty-five-year-old.

  Instead, he was going to work Teague into a frenzy, then…

  Then what, he wasn’t sure yet, but he wasn’t putting any limits on the night. And if things continued in the direction they’d taken already, there was no doubt where they would end up.

  Hudson slicked two of his fingers with his own saliva, then returned to playing with Teague’s ass, only this time, he slid one finger down the crack, then two.

  “Hudson…” Teague spread his legs wide, offering himself up to Hudson’s searching fingers.

  When he slid one finger into the puckered hole, Teague’s ass clamped down on the digit.

  Fuck, he was tight. Hudson’s dick pulsed and throbbed at the idea of sliding into the warm depths of Teague’s body. He realized he was breathing harder than before, but so was Teague.

  While he tried to focus on the television, he leisurely fucked Teague’s asshole with one finger. In, out, in, out. Every now and then he would add another. Since Teague had ceased his oral ministrations, rather laying his head on Hudson’s thigh, there wasn’t a risk of Hudson blowing any time soon, so he enjoyed the buildup.

  Hudson pushed in two fingers, curling them as he did. Teague moaned his name, gently pushing his hips back, trying to take more of Hudson’s fingers inside him.

  “That feels so fucking good,” Teague groaned. “Don’t stop.”

  He had no intention of stopping.