Little shit. Jack adored him. “Do you need a live demonstration?”
“Definitely hands-on instruction. I learn best that way.” Hudson pulled the keys out of his pocket. “And leave a few marks so tomorrow I can connect the dots.”
“I can manage that.” In fact, he might leave a couple three bite marks for Hudson to feel.
“You driving, cowboy?” Hudson dangled the keys in front of him as they left the building.
“I am. Let’s get moving.” Jack grinned at him. They didn’t have far to go at all.
“I’m moving.” Hudson jumped into the passenger seat. “I’m eager for my lesson, teach.”
“I’m eager to pound your ass, lover,” Jack shot right back.
Hudson practically wiggled all the way to the hotel and kept one hand tucked over his thigh and up against his cock. Good for everyone that it was a five-minute drive.
Add that to parking and stopping in the gift store for Cokes?
In fifteen minutes, he was closing the door.
Hudson’s sneakers went flying and his jeans were off before he’d turned the lock. “Come on, baby. I want that cock.”
“Bend over the bed.” Jack didn’t bother undressing. He knew Hudson, how his lover craved the intensity, loved the pressure of his open zipper on his skin. He dug out the lube, tossing it on the bed. “Get yourself slick for me.”
His lover nodded, bending, fingers scrabbling for the lube. “Fuck, I want you.”
Jack toed off his boots before undoing his fly and pulling his prick out, tugging just enough to keep the edge sharp.
“You’re killing me.” Hudson pushed back, ass moving toward him and giving him a very nice view of a tight, hungry hole.
“No. I’m fucking loving you.” He spread Hudson with his thumb, lined up, and pressed in, making Hudson feel it.
“Oh… fuck!” Hudson dropped to his elbows on the mattress with a long groan. “Yes, you are.”
The heat that surrounded him made his eyes cross, and Jack groaned, pulling out almost all the way before driving back in.
“I missed you. God, how did I go a whole fucking year all the time? Harder, baby.” Hudson went even tighter, and his fingers curled into the sheets.
“Harder.” He could do that. He went to town on that fine ass, their skin slapping together, as they rutted.
Hudson worked as hard as he did for a bit, arching and pushing back to meet his thrusts, but once he’d hit that sweet target a few times, Hudson moaned and spread wider, giving it up for him. He held onto Hudson’s hips and set his mind to making his lover shoot.
He wasn’t going to stop; he knew how to get what he wanted.
“Jack… oh, fuck. Please.” He loved how Hudson begged for him, but he didn’t change a thing. Hudson dropped his head and groaned as he started to tremble and suck in short breaths.
“Come on my cock, darlin’. Let me have you.” He was fixin’ to lose it. Fixin’ to shoot hard.
Hudson shuddered. “Yours, baby. I just… gonna…” Hudson froze and his whole body went tight for a second, then shuddered again, ass working, contracting around Jack’s cock. “Yes! Fuck yes.”
He closed his eyes, going with it, flying with it. His balls drew up, and he pushed in a few more random times before he shot, losing it so hard he shook.
“Yeah, baby.” Hudson collapsed under him, climbing higher on the bed and holding out one exhausted arm. “Come up here.”
He grabbed a handful of tissues and half-assed cleaned them up before collapsing next to Hudson.
“I missed your dick.” Hudson sighed heavily, a hint of laughter on his breath.
“My dick missed you.” He pulled Hudson in. “Thank you for being here, darlin’.”