My tone startled him, and there was a part of me that felt like an arsehole. But if he truly wanted to experiment with a man, he needed to get over the dick-shame bullshit.
“Will you tell me if I do something wrong?” he asked in a soft voice. Wrinkles of concern marred his forehead.
His words were so earnest, so vulnerable, I wanted to take him in my arms and apologize before sucking his own dick to make up for my rudeness.
But I didn’t.
“Haven’t you ever gotten a blow job before?” I asked instead. “That should give you some do’s and don’ts.”
Hudson swallowed before glancing at my erection and slowly reaching out to brush his fingers over it. The feel of his touch on me was almost enough to make me blow. If I hadn’t lost some of my excitement by being an arse, I probably would have come on his hand right then.
“Yes,” I hissed. “Feels good when you touch me. Please.”
His touch became surer as he wrapped his hand around my length and tugged gently. His thumb came up to swipe across the slit where precum was making a sticky mess.
“I’ve never… seen someone uncut up close like this,” he admitted. “Does it… I mean, do I need to do anything… special or…?”
The wrinkles were back on his forehead as he glanced up at me, and his look of insecurity hit me like a kick to the chest.
I reached out to brush my palm against his cheek. “Come up here,” I whispered.
He stretched back up so we were face-to-face again. “Did I do something wrong? Is it all the questions? I can shut up. I’m not usually like this, I swear.”
I pulled his face down for a kiss. It was tender and slow, and I tried to tell him with my lips that he was all I wanted and needed in that moment. “I like you like this,” I whispered without thinking. “You didn’t do anything wrong. Let me make you feel good, Hudson. I want to taste you, okay?”
“Are you sure? I can do it. I want to do it. I just don’t really know how yet.”
“Let me show you,” I said with a grin, appreciating the way he used the word yet. “You can focus on what parts of it you like and make mental notes for things to try on me. How does that sound?”
“It sounds like more than I’d be mentally capable of with your tongue on my dick,” he said with a straight face. “So it might take a few practice rounds before I get all the notes down.”
I snorted and pushed him onto his back before crawling down his body. “I see. Then we should get started right away. This might take all night.”
I dropped openmouthed kisses along his luscious chest hair down to the trail below his navel. My hair dragged along his skin, making his muscles twitch.
“Fuck that’s sexy,” I murmured before dragging the tip of my tongue down the arrow of dark hair to the wet tip of his cock.
“My thoughts exactly,” Hudson said on a sharp inhale. His strong hands held my head, but I could feel him working hard to keep from moving my head where he wanted it. “Sexy. So sexy,” he murmured.
I licked the fat drop of precum sliding down the dark pink head of his cut cock. He tasted of salt and promise. I wanted to suck more of it out of him, so I immediately licked his shaft and drew it deep into my mouth.
He was hard as fuck, and the sounds coming out of him made me just as hard.
“Oh shit. Oh god. Fuck, fuck,” he chanted. Hudson’s voice was husky and rough, and his fingers tightened in my hair. “Charlie. Charlie, please.”
I had one hand on his shaft below my mouth, and the other cupped his balls and gently rolled them in my hand, sliding my thumb over the furry, wrinkled skin of the drawn-up sac. The feel, taste, and smell of him were going to make me shoot before he did. I sucked and tugged, losing myself in pleasing him until I heard him cry out.
“No!” he gasped. I pulled away quickly, assuming I’d done something to hurt him, when his spunk shot out and hit me full in the face. The warm fluid took me by surprise, but my shock was nothing compared to Hudson’s horror. The look on his face was almost comical.
“Oh my god! Charlie, shit. I’m so sorry. I tried to warn you I was going to come, but the only word I could get out was ‘no.’ I can’t believe I just did that. I can’t believe—”
“It’s okay,” I said, trying to smile to reassure him. I kept one eye closed while I attempted to wipe the junk out of it with a knuckle. “I thought I hurt you or something.”