Uniting the Souls (Souls of Chicago #6)(30)
“Tell us what you want to happen, Isaac,” Hudson rasped. I bit my lip, unsure of how to respond. There were so many thoughts and emotions swirling through me in that moment and I didn’t know exactly how to put them into words. Hudson understood though, as he always seemed to. He took a step closer so that the front of his chest brushed against mine and lifted my chin so I was looking up at him. He glanced over my shoulder at Matt for a few seconds and it was as if they were having a private conversation, but I had no idea what it was about and then he looked back at me, his eyes full of gentle understanding.
“How about this, we’ll spend tonight getting to know each other and you promise to let us know if things go too far and you want to stop. Deal?” Hudson said. That sounded perfect to me and so I nodded my head.
“Deal. There is one little thing though,” I told him.
“What’s that?” Matt asked, his breath ghosting across my cheek. I looked over my shoulder at him and then back at Hudson, seeing their similar looks of concern. “You both are wearing entirely too many clothes,” I teased, arching my brow at them. They began to laugh and I smiled at my own joke, pleased that I could make them happy.
Matt swatted my butt playfully with his free hand and I saw the way Hudson’s eyes lit up. He likes that. We took turns helping each other undress, pausing only to kiss and when the last article of clothing had been shed, I stepped back so that I could see my two lovers.
Matt’s body was fit and toned and I wondered what he did to stay in such great shape. My eyes drank in the light dusting of hair that coated his chest, narrowing down to a perfect happy trail until it finally ended in a trimmed thatch of hair at the base of his cock. It was thicker than mine, but not quite as long and it curved slightly to the left.
I turned to check out Hudson and my jaw nearly hit the floor. There was no other way to describe Hudson’s body other than magnificent. I knew he was built, but nothing could’ve prepared me for the sculpted muscles on display before me. His chest was broad, the muscles rippling with each of his movements, and he had an unbelievable eight-pack that I wasn’t sure I could ever produce even if I spent every day in the gym for years.
My eyes lowered to the tightly curled hairs that surrounded Hudson’s long dick. It jutted out proudly towards me and Matt as if beckoning us to take it in our mouths. And I wanted to. I wanted to drop to my knees and worship him, but I was afraid that I would mess it up in some way. I looked back at their faces and saw that they were observing each other as well as me and I felt my face heat up.
“You’re both so beautiful, I can’t make up my mind where I want to start first,” Hudson said.
“I think that is going to require both of us,” Matt answered, staring pointedly at Hudson’s cock with something akin to awe. I reached down and wrapped my hand around my aching dick, giving it a few slow pumps. My mouth watered at the idea of Matt and me working together to bring Hudson pleasure.
My pulse raced as Matt dropped to his knees in front of Hudson. He glanced up at the man towering over him and Hudson reached his hand down, threading his fingers through the soft curls on Matt’s head. I held my breath as Matt circled his hand around the base of Hudson’s cock and then flattened his tongue to lick a line up Hudson’s long shaft.
I watched with rapt attention as the tip of Matt’s tongue circled the thick head of Hudson’s cut cock and Hudson threw his head back with a loud groan. His fingers tightening in Matt’s hair. I didn’t even realize I was moving until I felt the plush carpet of the loft on my knees. Matt watched me out of the corner of his eye as he licked a path along the side of Hudson’s dick. When he reached the head, he sucked it into his mouth and worked his tongue over the bundle of nerves underneath the cap.
Hudson gave an answering moan and I took note, memorizing everything that my lover responded to; what made him tremble and what made him groan in pleasure. I’d never given head before, but I was a quick learner and I was eager. That had to count for something, I told myself. I leaned forward and ran my tongue along the side of Hudson’s cock, enjoying the thick veins and the silky feel of his skin.
When I got to the base, I nuzzled my nose into his pubic hair, breathing in deeply his clean, masculine scent. The combined smell, taste and feel of him made me dizzy with want and then his large hand cupped the back of my neck and pulled me closer, spurring me on and making me feel proud that I had obviously done something right. Matt held Hudson’s cock out towards me in invitation and I flicked my tongue over his slit, tasting the salty fluid that beaded along the tip.
I whimpered at the flavor of Hudson on my tongue and I eagerly sucked down the head of his dick, wanting more. I choked as I went too far too fast and his thick cock filled my throat, hitting my gag reflex. My eyes watered as I pulled off quickly and I flushed with shame at my mistake, but Matt was right there, soothing me with his words.
“It’s okay, you’re doing great. He’s a big boy and it’s going to take time for both of us to get used to,” Matt said, his lips quirking up in a sexy grin. I appreciated that he had included himself in that statement and my heart kicked up a notch at the thought of there being more times in the future in which we’d have time to practice. I hoped Matt meant that because I already knew I wanted there to be more, but I also knew not to get my hopes up. He may have been just talking in the heat of the moment.