Speechless (Pier 70 #3) (9 page)

Resuming his pace, Hudson never took his eyes off Teague’s face. There were so many things he wanted to do to this man, so many ways he wanted to make him come undone. This was hot as fuck, something he’d never imagined doing, but he wanted so much more.

Teague’s eyes lifted to meet Hudson’s, and when he spoke, a tremor raced straight down Hudson’s spine.

“Watching you makes my dick hard.”

Oh, fuck. He liked that Teague was verbal. Nodding, he hoped to encourage him to continue.

“You’re fucking huge.”

Well, he was a big guy; it was to be expected.

“So fucking big.” Teague’s tone was laced with wonder, his eyes once again fixated between Hudson’s legs.

Hudson continued stroking, tightening his grip on his dick while he kneaded his balls with his other hand. He lifted one leg up as he battled down the urge to come too quickly. He was enjoying Teague’s eyes on him too damn much.

“Do you wish my mouth was on you?” Teague asked.

It didn’t sound like an offer, more like casual conversation, so Hudson nodded. As much as he wanted Teague’s lips wrapped around his dick, he wasn’t ready for that yet. More importantly, Teague wasn’t ready for that yet.

“Fuck, that’s beautiful.”

Hudson noticed Teague was rubbing against his own crotch. He wanted to see, but he knew not to push this right now. Mostly because he didn’t trust himself.

Teague’s eyes lifted to Hudson’s face again. “I wanna watch you come all over that fucking gorgeous chest. You wanna come while I watch you?”

Hudson was too lost in the pleasure to respond. He couldn’t even nod his head, so he continued to roughly tug on his dick while Teague sat at his feet. He felt the spark ignite, knew he was going to come. He watched Teague’s face as he stroked faster, as his cock jerked in his hand, spurting all over his chest, emptying his balls. He noticed the way Teague bit his bottom lip, captivated by the sight.

It caused another tremor to shoot through him.

Nine

Saturday, July 9
th

TEAGUE WAS EXHAUSTED.

He had hardly slept last night, and it only had a little to do with the fact that Hudson had summoned him over so he could watch him masturbate (which, by the way, was hot as fuck). No, after that, when Teague had gone back to his apartment and attempted to sleep, he continued to think about Hudson. The man had captured his every thought and all of his dreams. He had tossed and turned, waking up with his dick in his hand because he was so turned on it fucking hurt.

So, suffice it to say, he needed a nap, but he had agreed to help out with some of the appointments today. And that’s how he found himself sitting behind the wheel on the boat while a group of girls flirted it up with a group of guys on the pontoon they’d rented for the afternoon.

He was actually used to this type of outing. He’d even had women ask for him specifically, though he doubted they knew he was gay. Not surprising, since he didn’t bother to tell them. What was the fun in that? He’d never so much as touched a woman in his life, and he had no desire to do so, either.

From the time he was old enough to figure out what his dick was intended for, Teague knew he wasn’t interested in boobs and pussy. Nope. It’d always been dick for him.

He’d experimented early on, topping a couple of times, but quickly learned that he preferred to be fucked, to be taken hard and fast, drilled into… Bottoming was certainly what he wanted. The whole top thing … required too much control, and that was one thing he lacked. Even he knew that.

And women … they didn’t have the parts that would please him.

But he could definitely flirt when necessary because it was good for business.

His phone buzzed in his pocket, and he retrieved it while making sure no one was around him. After Hudson’s text last night, he had no idea what the guy might send over, and he damn sure didn’t want anyone else to see it. Still, he remembered the commanding message for him to come over and watch. At first, he’d thought it had been some sort of test. Without hesitating, he had gone over and… Holy fuck. If he’d been concerned about whether or not it had been wise to accept Hudson’s proposal, he was no longer worried. The guy was hung like a fucking horse, and he was dominating when it came to sex. No way could Teague go wrong there.

You cool?

The message was from Hudson, and it was the first time he’d heard from him today, so it made him smile. Hudson was checking on him.

Not that he would put too much thought into that.

Yep. All good. You?

I’d be better if you were in the shop today.

Teague’s mind conjured up a million ideas about what they could do if he was in Hudson’s tiny little office, or even out in the shop.

Figuring it was his turn to tease a little, he responded with:
And what would you do if I was?

What would you want me to do?

Of course Hudson would answer the question with a question. Still, he responded honestly:
Whatever you wanted.

A minute passed, and Teague figured Hudson wasn’t going to respond, but as he was putting his phone back in his pocket, it vibrated. He took a deep breath as he pulled up the text and stared at the screen.

You would be okay if I sit you on my desk and suck you off right here?

Alrighty then.

Teague was fairly certain he’d just had a hot flash.

Like, seriously.

He peered over at the people on the boat, making sure they weren’t paying any attention to him. On a normal outing, he would’ve been hanging out with them, enjoying the party, but he was too tired today. Or he had been right up until he’d imagined sitting on Hudson’s desk while Hudson sucked him off.

Fuck.

He tapped out a response with shaky hands:
I think I could handle that.

We’ll see about that. Come find me when you get back. As soon as you get back.

Thankfully, Teague had his sunglasses on, because it gave him some privacy for his thoughts. He knew he was easy to read, and the last damn thing he wanted was for these people to see the intense lust burning in his eyes.

He glanced at his phone to check the time. Still at least an hour and a half before they would be heading back to shore.

Surely
he could wait that long.

HUDSON HAD BUSIED himself by working on the boat that had been brought in that morning. The minor engine problem had taken no time at all to fix, so he’d opted to reorganize some of his tools and had been doing so when Teague wandered into the building a little before four.

Their eyes met from across the room, and he knew right then that Teague was still thinking about his offer. The one where he’d mentioned sitting Teague on his desk and blowing him…

Yep, that one.

Good thing, too, because Hudson had thought about little else since he’d sent the text to Teague a little more than two hours ago.

Nodding toward the bay door, he signaled for Teague to close it. Teague made an immediate U-turn and hit the button that would bring the door down. As he neared, Hudson went into his office. Because he’d used the place to sleep from time to time before he had moved into the apartment above the main building, there was a black curtain covering the window, which allowed him the privacy he needed for what he was about to do.

When Teague stepped into the office, there was a hint of uncertainty in his eyes. It was oddly endearing.

Again, Hudson motioned for him to close the door. Without being told, Teague also flipped the lock.

Taking a seat at his desk, Hudson moved the chair back enough so that Teague could stand between him and the desk. He opened the drawer, snagged the sheet of paper he’d tucked in there earlier, then motioned for him to come over while he kept his eyes locked on the kid. He got the feeling Teague was a little nervous, which belied everything Hudson knew about him. Then again, in recent days, he’d seen a different side of Teague, one he obviously didn’t show most of the world.

No doubt about it, Teague was wild. He was impulsive and defiant. But he was also curious.

When Teague approached, Hudson held out the paper for him to take. Since Teague had given him his test results last night, Hudson had made a point to get his.

He watched as Teague glanced at the paper, his eyes skimming before he looked up and met Hudson’s gaze once more. When Teague put it down, Hudson took that as his agreement.

Before Teague could hop up on the desk, Hudson reached for him, gripping the backs of his thighs and pulling him toward him. Once Teague straddled his lap, legs hanging over the armrests, Hudson cupped his face and pulled him closer. He allowed their breaths to pass between them for only an instant before he couldn’t resist the urge to kiss Teague anymore. The soft moan that escaped the man’s mouth made his dick jerk to attention. While he held Teague in place, Hudson feasted on him, making sure he showed him just how much he wanted him, how much he wanted this.

Although he could’ve easily made this about the blow job and nothing else, Hudson wanted more. A little bit of a connection, something to show Teague that there was more to life than quick, casual encounters. Now, he wasn’t looking for too much, but a little kissing, some heavy petting … there was nothing wrong with that.

Long minutes passed before Hudson worked his hand into Teague’s shorts, fisting Teague’s cock in one hand while he cupped the back of Teague’s head with his other hand. This was the first time he’d actually touched Teague intimately, and he savored the moment, memorizing the heft and weight of his thick cock, the silkiness of his shaft against his palm. The guy was so damned sexy, so eager … it was hard to maintain his control, but he managed. Hudson didn’t want Teague pulling away just yet, so he stroked him in rhythm with their tongues, enjoying the grunts and groans and erratic thrusts of Teague’s hips.

Knowing he had to maintain control, he urged Teague to his feet, then helped him out of his shorts while Teague pulled off his shirt. Ahh, yes. Just as impressive as always. For a moment, Hudson took the time to admire the gorgeous, naked man standing before him. His skin was smooth and sun-kissed, not a single thing marring it. No tattoos, no piercings, nothing that would reinforce some of that rebellious nature.

In a word, Teague was perfect, and Hudson wanted to spend hours learning every contour with his tongue, but he knew this wasn’t the time or the place for that.

Scooting his chair forward, he forced Teague to step back until his ass bumped the edge of the desk. Hudson reached around and patted the top with his hand, his signal for Teague to take a seat. Teague hopped up on the desk, legs spread wide, offering Hudson an unobstructed view of his cock and balls. It was evident the kid manscaped, which was a pleasant discovery, as well.

Teague’s dick was long and thick, with a slight curve in it. The head was wide, definitely a mouthful.

“Condom,” Teague muttered.

Hudson met Teague’s gaze as he shook his head. He would gladly use a condom to fuck, but for this … he wanted Teague to feel everything without the barrier of a rubber between them.

“I never do this without a condom,” Teague argued.

Rather than respond, Hudson simply stared back at him. He wasn’t going to blow him with a condom. He appreciated Teague’s need to be safe, but they’d shared their test results, so as far as oral sex went, it wasn’t necessary. He wasn’t going to compromise on this, either.

“Fine,” Teague finally huffed, obviously too worked up to put up a fight.

Hudson needed to touch him, to feel the silky length against his palm again. After lifting Teague’s feet and planting them on the armrests of the chair, forcing his legs wider, Hudson moved in closer, allowing his breath to fan the swollen head of Teague’s impressive cock. Hudson watched it twitch, bobbing upward as though beckoning him to come closer. The man’s dick made Hudson’s mouth water with the need to taste him.

Taking his time, he used his tongue, grazing the smooth skin, brushing the head lightly, teasing his glans, curling around the crest. He didn’t take Teague into his mouth at first, rather sliding his tongue down his shaft while Teague leaned back on his hands, watching him. Teague’s breaths became more rapid the more Hudson tormented him, which only spurred Hudson on.

“Fuck,” Teague panted. “You’re too fucking good at that. I want to feel your mouth on me.”

Hudson wanted to tell him to beg, but he decided now wasn’t the time. They would have to work on a few words in sign language to make this easier on them both. But for now, he gave Teague what he needed, wrapping his lips around the engorged head and lapping at the pre-cum that had formed there.

Teague sucked in a breath at the same time Hudson stretched his mouth wide and took him all the way to the root.

“Oh, fuck.” Teague’s moan was loud in the small room.

Hudson looked up to see that Teague had closed his eyes. He instantly pulled back, allowing Teague’s cock to fall out of his mouth. The kid’s eyes flew open, meeting Hudson’s gaze. He shook his head, then pointed to Teague’s eyes and signed:
keep them open
.

Teague nodded, but Hudson wasn’t sure he understood. He resumed feasting on Teague’s cock, stroking every inch with his tongue, lightly scraping his teeth along the sensitive underside, keeping his eyes on Teague’s face the entire time. When the kid’s eyes closed again, Hudson stopped.

It only took two more times before Teague clearly understood what Hudson wanted. He kept his eyes open, and Hudson gave him what he needed. He sucked him deep, bobbing his head, taking Teague to the back of his throat over and over until Teague was rambling incoherently, begging Hudson to finish him off.

Although he was enjoying the shit out of this, got off on driving Teague higher and higher, he finally gave Teague what he needed, using his hand to stroke Teague’s dick roughly while he sucked him harder, faster.

“Oh, fuck… Hudson… Fuck…” Teague reached for Hudson’s head, but he dodged him, not allowing the kid to take control.

He sucked harder, faster, stroking him urgently as he cupped Teague’s balls with his other hand, kneading them until he knew Teague was hovering on the razor-sharp edge of release.

“Gonna come…” Teague groaned. “Wanna come in your mouth… Please let me come in your fucking mouth… Hudson… Oh, fuck.”