All Chapters of A TASTE OF SIN: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Hudson’s POVRegret hit me like a freight train the second I rounded the corner and the shed disappeared behind me.What the fuck did I just do?Liam on his knees. My cock down his throat. The way he looked up at me like I was the only thing in the universe. The way he swallowed every drop like it was holy. It had felt… Jesus Christ, it had felt better than anything Olivia had ever done to me. Hotter. Realer. Like my body had finally exhaled after years of holding its breath.And now I was walking away from him like he was nothing. Like I hadn’t just come apart in his mouth thirty seconds ago.Guilt twisted in my gut. Olivia didn’t deserve this. She’d been my girlfriend for two years publicly, perfect, the cheer captain every guy wanted. And I’d just blown that up because some part of me I didn’t understand had needed Liam’s mouth more than air.I’m not gay. I can’t be gay. Quarterbacks aren’t gay. Not in this town. Not with playoffs in four days.My truck was right where I left it. I

HUDSON'S POVThe ride home in Sofia’s car was mostly silent. She didn’t push again after I shut her down in the lot, just turned the radio low, some indie station playing songs I didn’t recognize and let me stare out the window while the streetlights streaked past. My knees still throbbed, my mouth tasted with his cum faintly , and every time I closed my eyes I saw Hudson’s wrecked expression right before he walked away from Olivia like she was nothing.By the time we pulled into the driveway, the house lights were blazing. Mom’s car sat in its usual spot, but Dad’s SUV was parked beside it, washed with no dust from the hospital lot. My stomach flipped hard.“Huh. That’s Uncle’s truck.” Sofia spoke as she killed the engine. “Yeah,” I said, already knowing what it meant and not ready for it.We stepped inside to the smell of garlic and rosemary and the sound of laughter, real laughter from mom, not the careful kind we’d been using for months.Dad was in the living room, standing, not

LIAM'S POV I continued to stroke Hudson’s dick slowly and his hips jerked forward into my fist like he couldn’t help it. With in minutes his breath was coming in ragged bursts against the tile. The water kept pounding down, drowning out everything except the wet slide of my hand and the low, broken sounds he was trying not to make.But he didn’t pull away.Before I knew it, he turned in my grip quickly , like every inch cost him something. Face to face now. Water streaming over his cheekbones, clinging to his lashes. His eyes were wrecked dark, dilated, terrified and starving all at once.I leaned in first.Our mouths crashed together hard, desperate and no gentleness left. Teeth clacked and tongues tangled immediately. He tasted like salt and want and the faint edge of the gum he always chewed before practice. His hands came up, one fisting the back of my neck, the other sliding down my chest until it wrapped around my cock.I groaned into his mouth loudly. I couldn’t stop it.He st

Hudson led me down the hallway, our footsteps muffled on the carpet runner. The house was quiet in that heavy, expectant way empty houses have, only the faint hum of the fridge from the kitchen and the distant tick of a clock somewhere deeper inside. Every few steps he squeezed my hand once, like a quiet check-in. I squeezed back, even though my palm was starting to sweat.We passed a couple of closed doors, probably bedrooms, maybe an office before he slowed in front of what had to be his room. The door was half-open already, navy comforter visible on an unmade bed, posters of NFL quarterbacks and a faded team banner tacked to the wall. Normal teenage guy stuff. It should’ve made this feel less huge. It didn’t.He stopped just inside the threshold, turning so we were facing each other again. Close. Too close. I could see the pulse jumping under the skin of his throat.“We don’t have to go any further than this if you don’t want,” he said quietly, voice softer than I’d heard it since t

Hudson’s eyes flicked to mine, sharp and questioning, but he stayed silent, thumb still lazily tracing circles over my hip like he was trying to keep me grounded.I swallowed hard, the taste of him still thick on my tongue, and forced my voice steadier this time.“Yeah, sorry—got held up. One of the guys needed help with… uh, equipment stuff. I’m literally walking out now.” The lie tasted sour, but it came out smoother than I expected.Sophie let out a small huff, half-amused, half-exasperated. “You and your ‘equipment stuff.’ Fine, but hurry up. It’s getting dark and I’m starving. We’re still doing burgers, right?”Burgers. Right. The plan we’d made three days ago when everything still felt safe and uncomplicated.“Yeah. Burgers. Give me… ten minutes? Fifteen tops.”“Fifteen,” she warned, playful but pointed. “I’m timing you, Liam Pierce. Don’t make me eat cold fries because you’re slow.”I managed a weak laugh. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”She hung up.The room felt suddenly too quiet.H