Chapter Nineteen -- Breaking Point
Hudson placed his hands under his head, trying hard to school his face to not betray the sensation of absolute delight he was experiencing at the sight of his clumsy, yet delicious, boyfriend riding him. His cock didn't care so much for that type of honesty. It was twitching and enjoying the perfect squeeze delivered by Otis's ass, so tight and able to take it at the same time.
"You might have some regrets in the morning," he teased his partner.
Otis gave him a surprised look. "Why?"
Hudson grinned. "Ah, I see. Let me spell it for you, beautiful. Your amazing ass will feel this workout. You might have trouble sitting." A part of him felt elated at the thought. Otis was so level-headed all the time, taking things as they came. Whenever he was surprised by something, he looked so adorable. And Hudson would so love to watch his lovely lover's eyes growing wide in surprise when he tried to plop down on a chair.
Otis, no wonder there, stopped and nodded in understanding. "That happens when you are a novice like me. It cannot be helped."
"Well, we could stop and do it again in a few days." His cock remained trapped in the exquisite heat of Otis's ass, completely oblivious to the type of torture Hudson was preparing for him with those words.
"No," came the firm refusal. "What should I do now? Is this enough? I don't know for sure."
Hudson moved to capture Otis with one arm around his shoulders. His hand found purchase in the strands of ash-blond hair, and he used his strength to make his lover yield. He got busy kissing him while he held him by one hip. It was enough for him to control the situation, as he pushed upward while dragging Otis over his body, to drape himself with the lovely young man.
Yes, he could fuck Otis like that, and it was maddening because his range of motion was limited. Still, Otis understood enough to meet him half-way, and that caused them to fall into a rhythm that was simply perfect.
"But you are still doing all the work," Otis complained when Hudson allowed him a mouthful of air.
"I can't help but take you over and over," Hudson admitted. "I'm afraid I won't let you be in charge too often in the beginning. Damn, I want to ravish you to the point that no one else would matter."
"No one else matters anyway," Otis said promptly and caught Hudson by the shoulders to support himself. His head lolled to one side and his eyelids fluttered.
It was quite obvious what was going on. Hudson didn't need it spelled out for him. His experience in dealing with men and sensual matters helped him a great deal in the process. Now Otis was receiving the fruits of all that experience. A fleeting thought made him wonder if Otis would ever be jealous if he knew of all the previous conquests under his belt. He hoped he would if only for the sake of seeing those pretty lips pout and those eyes throw daggers at him.
He wanted Otis in every possible way. He wanted Otis to look at him while feeling anxious, ready to yield, annoyed, and yes, jealous. All those faces belonged to him and him alone. That was his privilege and he wasn't prepared to surrender his lover to the world once all was said and done.
There was no notion left in his mind of what that meant. Thoughts swirled around in his brain, but only on the surface. Everything he felt was overwhelmed, taken over completely by the notion that he had Otis in his arms. He was fucking him, yes, but it wasn't ol' plain fucking. Hudson had had enough of that in his life to realize the difference. With both wonder and elation, he discovered that being so intimate with Otis led to just one end result. They were making love. He'd love to hear the analytical, practical mind of his lover dissecting the notion. Without a doubt, he'd come up with something surprising, something other people would never think of.
Otis let out small huffs of breath, as he appeared to be fighting a losing battle in Hudson's arms.
"How does it feel?" Hudson asked, his question as urgent as the need of his body to meet Otis's slender frame with each thrust.
"It feels so good," Otis whispered. "Is it always so good?"
"With the right person, always," Hudson replied.
"Is it as good for you?"
"A lot more. I have no words. Otis, you're amazing," he continued his hurried, whispered answers to the passion Otis was doling out to him.
"Hudson, I think something is happening," Otis confessed, his breath shallow and delivered in short gasps matching the rhythm of slapping flesh on flesh.
He only had a dim awareness of how fast they were going. Hudson only knew that it was good, that he needed it, and that there was nothing in the world to prevent him not only from wanting it but from getting it, too.
Otis squeezed him in his arms so hard Hudson could swear there was no escape left for him. The slender limbs were more powerful than they looked at first glance, the sort of power belonging to them that had to be recognized and acknowledged.
He wrapped one arm around Otis and held him close as he felt his lover riding the pleasure he felt. This was lovemaking. Not one ounce of doubt remained in his mind. This was the point of no return, and there was nothing left beyond it. Other than happiness. Yes, he felt that, and there was no denying the feeling whatsoever. How simple and wonderful.
His growls matched Otis's pretty moans. As he came, he regretted telling Otis that they should wait indefinitely for starting to do it raw. He wished, at that very moment, that he could come inside the perfect body he was holding. It would make him feel so complete, perfect in ways that he didn't believe possible.
That was a thought for another time. Greedy as he was, he had to settle for their coming together in that manner. How many couples could take pride in a thing like that? And it was basically still the first time he was doing this with his lovely lover.
"I made a mess," Otis whispered once he was by his side. He rubbed his fingers into the cum drops trapped in the hair on Hudson's belly. "Do you mind it very much?"
"Not at all. It's the right kind of mess. You marked me, beautiful."
"I did?"
"Don't act so surprised. You're so damn sexy. And without a condom, I will make an even bigger mess when I come inside you."
"Really?" Otis sounded more and more excited. "And if you come more than one time, I will be pretty messy, right?"
"Damn it, beautiful, stop teasing a man like that." Hudson threw one arm over his eyes to show his helplessness. "I just came, and now you're talking about taking load after load from me. And you were saying that you were no good at dirty talking."
"Then it appears that I'm better at it than I thought," Otis concluded with unhidden glee.
"As I said, you're one fast learner. Don't ever let anything get in the way of your learning. You're doing wonderful things with everything you learn."
"I know that some people might believe it to be a cliché, but that is the most beautiful thing anyone has ever said to me," Otis said with pride.
"I plan on saying it more often. That and other things."
Otis sighed in contentment. Hudson shared the feeling. How could he not? It all had happened so naturally between them there was no need for any feelings of inadequacy. There was none from him and, as it seemed, none from Otis, either.
***
Taking a shower together felt so intimate. The place was so cramped, they couldn't help making a mess. One particular thing that made it seem impossible to act properly, or at least as what Otis knew of taking efficient showers, was the way Hudson didn't seem able to let go of his mouth. All of the time, he wanted to kiss him, and Otis felt like kissing back. Only the fact that he knew they both had to work the next day stopped him from doing other irresponsible things.
Save for one. He dropped to his knees, his fascination still centered on that sexy piercing. He teased it with his mouth and then swallowed half of Hudson's cock.
"Can you please use my mouth?" he asked politely. He knew that there was nothing polite in how he imposed himself on Hudson, who had to be tired by now, but he couldn't help himself. He wanted to learn more about how it felt when Hudson came while he was teasing around the piercing. His curiosity simply had no bounds.
"Stop tempting me, you imp."
He was learning many things. For instance, right now, Hudson didn't mean it. He wanted what Otis offered him, and it became more apparent as the rough hands moved to cup his head and he found himself being made to swallow a bit more of the length of the cock in front of his eyes.
His surprise must have been felt by Hudson, who immediately withdrew. Otis didn't want that to happen, so he grabbed Hudson by his buttocks to gain leverage allowing him to push him into his mouth.
"Fuck, sexy," Hudson whispered. "Do you even have any idea what you're doing to me?"
Not precisely, but his mouth was too busy to ask for additional details. He focused on the feel of having his mouth full. It was a different sensation than having his backside full of Hudson's cock, but it caused the same sort of pleasure. There were differences, of course. For instance, right now, he found pleasure in giving pleasure. It was the mindboggling kind, too, because he discovered that he wanted nothing but to push further, to see how much he could take and what he could do.
He moved his head back until only the tip of Hudson's cock was on his lips. With increased appetite, he twirled his tongue around the piercing, listening closely to all the sounds his boyfriend was making. That was what he was doing right now. He was giving his boyfriend a blowjob. A frisson of pleasure coursed through him, although it was warm in the bathroom and the cramped shower. That sounded so good and dirty. He wanted to learn more dirty words, and he wanted to do what all those words meant to Hudson. Such things boyfriends did to each other. His lessons were bearing fruit.
He placed his hands in his lap, determined to have his way. While using only his mouth, Hudson was holding his head and moving his hips. Otis could tell he was drooling as the cock moving in and out of his mouth was slick with his saliva. That was also dirty and good. It didn't matter if things got messy because they were in the shower anyway.
"You're driving me crazy," Hudson whispered. "You have such a sexy mouth, baby. Fuck, I'm going to come in your mouth. Do you want it? Do you want my cum on your tongue? Down your throat?"
Oh, yes, he did. He wanted it so much. But he couldn't talk and truly hoped that this was one of those occasions that proved that actions spoke louder than words. He used his lips and tongue to show Hudson how desperately he desired to be used that way. As he opened his eyes, he noticed the look in Hudson's dark ones. There was no need for any other explanation, as little versed as he was in the way such things worked. That naked look of desire spoke for itself. Otis closed his eyes and went as deep as he could. Hudson cradled the back of his head and then made him stop.
There was no other thing for him to do but to wait patiently as Hudson began shooting in his mouth. Such a strange thing to have become so familiar with sexual things in such a short time. But they felt right. He didn't have to question himself about doing them the right way or not. He just knew that it was good for Hudson and him.
The sensation of having his tongue coated with his boyfriend's cum was getting the better of him. No, the best. Such expressions were sometimes fuzzy, they needed to be used and transformed for each situation.
