Four Letter Word (Love Logic #2) - K.M. Neuhold Page 0,63

my hair. I pull off his cock with a pop and sit back on my heels to shove my own underwear down.

I crawl up the bed and get myself into position, my knees on either side of his head, my cock bumping against his lips and chin until he wraps his fingers around the base of my cock and takes me inside.

I moan, falling forward and taking him back into my mouth.

Hudson caresses my cock with his tongue, licking and sucking, his lips hot and tight around my cock, his tongue so fucking wet. When I hit the back of his throat, I expect him to pull back. Instead, he swallows, taking me deeper. I let out a muffled groan, pleasure shooting up my spine as his throat constricts around my cock, his warm breath fanning over my skin, his nose pressed against my balls.

I move my mouth over him faster, sucking harder. He grunts and moans around my cock, the sound vibrating through me and adding to the building heat. He takes me into his throat over and over, obscene wet sounds joining the muffled moans and driving me wild. His hips buck, and he whines, his legs starting to tremble as his orgasm nears.

Thick, hot cum spurts against my tongue, hitting the back of my throat and filling my mouth. Hudson’s cock pulses between my lips, his hips twitching as he chases the rolling wave of his orgasm.

I swallow and moan, sucking him through his pleasure. Sweat beads on my forehead, every one of my nerve endings feeling electrified. The heat coiling inside me explodes, pumping inside his throat, his swallows constricting around my throbbing cock and pushing my pleasure higher.

My cock falls from his mouth, a few final spurts of cum landing on his neck and chin. I lick his cock clean, and he shudders and moans. Then, I roll over, landing on my back, my lungs burning for oxygen as I try to catch my breath.

“Fuck,” he pants with a chuckle.

“Me too,” I agree, turning my head and pressing a kiss to his calf. We lay like that for a few minutes until I manage to get up the energy to flip myself the right way around. Hudson opens his arms, and I crawl close, settling against him with a happy sigh.

My head rises and falls with each deep breath he takes, gently dragging his fingers through my hair, our bodies sticky with cooling sweat and cum.

“Do you not want me to take home three guys at a time in the future?” he asks, picking right back up where we left off in our earlier conversation like we didn’t just fuck ourselves breathless. A laugh bubbles past my lips.

“I don’t want to tell you what to do, Huds. I’m seeing Riot and Leo, and I want you to feel free to see who you want too.”

“You and Leo?”

“Is that going to be an issue?”

Hudson jostles my head with a shrug. “He hates me.”

“We’ll figure it out,” I assure him, even though I have no clue how to untangle that one. Things are finally feeling right, so there has to be a way to make it work, doesn’t there?

“You know I’ve been hanging out with Riot too,” he says.

“I know.”

“I think I like him,” he confesses, and a warm feeling fills my chest.

“He’s a great guy; I don’t blame you.”

“So, what if I was seeing Riot and you, but not anyone else?” he asks, the question sounding delicate, his tone almost brittle, like he’s waiting for a rebuke.

“If that would make you happy, then I think that would be awesome.” I do my best to sound as neutral as possible, even though I’m doing a happy little jig inside. Riot was completely right: it’s a lot easier to be happy about the idea of them being together now that I know where I stand with Hudson.

“Cool.”

“Cool,” I agree, turning my head so I can press a kiss to the center of his chest.

“Will you stay the night? I miss having you in my bed.”

“I’ll stay.”

He makes a rumbly sound of pleasure that settles in my chest, and I smile, my eyes drifting closed as peace settles over me for the first time since I called things off with him.

Hudson

I lay awake listening to Bishop’s even breathing for hours, the taste of him clinging to my lips, the scent of sex and sweat filling my room for the first time in weeks. How is it that I never