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I’ve never heard anything more filthy in my life, and I’ve never been so turned on.
“Hudson, fuck me, please,” I plead.
He doesn’t hesitate, pulling me off his cock and laying me flat on the Egyptian cotton sheets. My heels dig into his shoulders while he gazes down at my pussy, using his fingers to spread the wetness that’s all over me, circling my clit with it before bringing his fingers to his mouth and sucking them.
“I’ll never get enough of this.” He groans around his fingers. “How fucking sweet you taste. How responsive you are. How your greedy little cunt is weeping for more.”
My back arches when he pinches my sensitive clit between his fingers, sending a bolt of pleasure down my spine. Spreading my thighs wider, he slams back into me, fucking me into the mattress so hard my tits shake, a strangled cry escaping my lips.
“This how you want to be fucked, baby?” he grinds out, using my leg for leverage as he pounds into me punishingly. The sound of our bodies slapping together fills the room, mixed with our labored breathing.
The most erotic soundtrack of my life.
Whimpering, I find my clit with my fingers and make circles, bringing me even closer to the edge.
“Fuck yeah, come with me, baby. Play with your clit and make your pussy ready to take my cum.”
When his lips move over mine, his tongue sweeping inside my mouth, swallowing my cries of pleasure, I clamp around him, my spine arching as I come on command. I come so hard that I nearly black out, tiny white spots dancing behind my vision as I dig my nails into his shoulders, holding on for dear life.
He grunts my name once and then again in the sexiest voice I’ve ever heard, pushing himself deep inside of me with a final sharp thrust of his hips, digging his fingers into my hips as he comes, his warmth spilling inside of me, coating me.
In a way, it feels as if he’s marking me as his.
But Hudson and I can never be anything more than what we are at this very moment. I can’t really be his.
But afterthatorgasm?
I’m ready for whatever Hudson Rome has to offer.
13
HUDSON
For the first time in as long as I can remember, I dread going to camp, and it has every single thing to do with the hot-as-fuck blonde I had to leave behind.
We’ve texted back and forth all week, even FaceTimed once when she got home from the library, and fuck… I can’t wait to be home.
I scroll back through my messages and click on her name, bringing up our text thread. The ones with her snarky, flirty texts that got me hard with just a sentence. I swipe through the few photos that she sent of her doing the most ordinary shit… A selfie as she was studying, her at the rink wearing a shit-eating smile while she holds my practice stick.
Which, of course, she had to compare to my cock because that’s who she is. My dirty girl.
Fuck, this week has been too long, not being able to touch her.
All I can think about is her at home in my bed, the white linen sheet draped across her stomach, her perky tits still brushed red from my beard.
I’ll never forget that sight for as long as I fucking live.
“I’m not used to seeingyouwaiting for a text, Hudson. Tell me, how does it feel? I think it was you that said staring at it wasn’t going to make her text back?” Chaney smirks, scraping his stick along the ice and slinging a puck toward me.
My jaw tightens as I clench my teeth. “You know, rookie, you sure as fuck are gettingrealbrave. Been a while since you got your ass kicked? I think you need to be knocked down a few pegs.”
He only laughs, making me that much more annoyed. “If your old ass could catch me, then sure. Gonna be that much harder with an extra sixty pounds of goalie pads.” He skates to the other side of the rink, where the new rookies are talking to Coach, before I can reach forward and smack him in the head with my stick.
I swear, these fuckers try me every day of my life, and then I’ll be the one who has to do laps or sit on the fucking bench when I beat the hell out of him because our coach already doesn’t care for me.
“I can’t handle either of you,” Reed grumbles when Chaney skates away. “Fuck, I don’t want to deal with either of you today.” He pauses, glancing down at my phone. “You know how bad this shit is going to blow up in your face, right?”
Glancing back over at Coach, I let out a ragged sigh. This week has been awkward as fuck. Every time I look at him, I think about what would happen if he found out what I was doing with his daughter. A constant reminder of how off-limits she is and how it’s likely that it will blow up in my face. “I’m regretting even telling any of you.”
