Uniting the Souls (Souls of Chicago #6)(28)
Matt hesitated at first as if he were still deciding and then he was moving forward and I watched in awe as he reached for Hudson, gripping the front of his shirt and slamming his mouth over the taller man’s. Hudson didn’t waste any time as his hands began to run up and down Matt’s back, eagerly. I knew what it was like to kiss each of them and so I understood the intense pleasure they each were experiencing.
Watching the raw passion between the two sexy men had my cock straining painfully against the zipper of my jeans and I reached down and pressed the palm of my hand against it so I wouldn’t embarrass myself before we even made it inside Hudson’s home. Fortunately, the elevator stopped just then and the two of them broke apart, chests heaving as they struggled to catch their breath.
Matt grabbed my hand as we exited the elevator, keeping me close to his side. Hudson pulled his keys from his pocket and led us to a door at the end of the hallway. He held the door open for us and I looked around as I walked in. The condo was designed in an open floor plan with real hardwood floors throughout. The living room had a stone fireplace, black leather furniture, and sliding glass doors that led to a balcony which I was sure provided a breathtaking view of the city.
The kitchen was decorated in stainless steel appliances and a marble-topped island contained barstools for sitting. A set of stairs led to a loft which I assumed was where Hudson slept. All in all, Hudson’s home was modern, sleek, and sophisticated, just like the man that lived there.
“Would you like anything to drink?” Hudson asked.
“No, thank you,” “Water, please,” Matt and I answered at the same time.
I perched on the edge of the couch as Hudson walked into the kitchen and Matt took the seat next to me. My mouth suddenly felt dry as the reality of what was about to happen, of what I was hoping would happen, began to sink in. My breathing increased with all the emotions warring inside me.
Excitement, happiness, desire, and fear all fought for dominance within me. I didn’t fear either of the men, in fact, I’d never felt safer. I wanted to be with them, but it was the fear of the unknown that had me trembling. What if I make a fool of myself or do something wrong?
I didn’t realize I’d begun fidgeting until Matt covered my hands with his own. I looked up at him and he gave me a small smile. Matt’s eyes were gentle and full of understanding. In his eyes, I saw my new lover, but I also saw my friend, the first man who had ever made me feel safe and cared for.
“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do,” he promised and I believed him. I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that if I wasn’t ready, I could say so and neither man would get upset or hold it against me.
“No, I want this. I want to be with you; with both of you,” I assured him.
He searched my face for a moment and then he reached up, his fingers tracing a line along my jaw. His hand kept moving until it cupped the back of my neck and he pulled me forward. I went willingly and our mouths met in a tantalizing kiss that made me want to strip him bare and explore every inch of him with my tongue.
All those nights spent dreaming about what it would be like to be held by Hudson and Matt, to feel their weight on top of me, their bodies merging with mine. I couldn’t believe it was about to come true and I had to remind myself to slow down and savor it in case this was the only chance I ever got.
Matt’s tongue dipped inside my mouth and I groaned against him as his flavor burst across my tongue. He started to pull back, but I followed him, raising up on my knees so I could lean over him, taking control of the kiss. Matt’s hands grabbed at my waist, but instead of pushing me away, he pulled me closer until I was forced to straddle his lap.
My fingers ran over his jaw, memorizing the texture of the scruff that was there before they traveled higher until they ran through his silky curls. Matt moved his hands to cup my ass, kneading my cheeks in his firm grip. I cried out as he lifted his hips, causing our erections to rub against each other. Our tongues swirled around each other in a synchronized dance and I lost myself in the feel and taste of him.
I jolted in Matt’s arms as I felt a second set of lips against the back of my neck, but then I relaxed as Hudson’s hands reached around and began slowly unbuttoning my shirt. Matt pushed his groin up against mine adding a delicious pressure against my cock and I whimpered with the need for more. More friction, more kisses, more everything.
It was an odd feeling to want to be in the moment, while at the same time wishing I could watch from afar so I could see everything, take it all in and catalogue it in my memory to be played over and over again for years to come. I couldn’t imagine anything ever being better than that moment, but I was wrong. I was so wrong.
Hudson peeled my shirt off and Matt immediately leaned forward, swiping his tongue up the column of my neck. My head fell back with a groan, landing on Hudson’s shoulder. Hudson slid his hands over my chest and down my stomach, the tips of his fingers teasing the waistband of my jeans. Matt’s tongue found my nipple and swirled over it, teasing it until it stood at attention before he took it between his wet lips and sucked hard.
I gasped. Having never had anyone play with my nipples before, I had no idea that they were such an erogenous zone for me. I felt like I was discovering new pieces of myself and it was all at the hands of these two men.
“You are so beautiful,” Hudson whispered, his warm breath against my ear causing a ripple of goose bumps to break out over my skin.