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It’s tender. Gentle.
“Bubblegum,” he rasps, followed by his lips planting a soft, sweet kiss behind my ear that has me shivering in his arms. “The water is turning cold. Let’s go to bed.”
I nod, and I feel him rise from the water behind me and step out. He grabs a towel from the warmer and holds it open for me as I step out and into the soft, warm fabric.
“Only rich people have towel warmers, Romeo,” I tease, a grin hanging on my lips.
He wraps it tighter around me. “I should take it off of you just so I can see those tight little nipples that are pebbled from the cold, begging to be sucked. And then I can spank your ass since you have so much to say with that smart mouth. Turn your ass red, leave my handprints all over your soft, milky skin.”
Holy shit.
Even after all of the times this man has fucked me until I could barely walk and has eaten me like a starving man, I will never get over his mouth and how deliciously dirty it is when he says things like this.
I sashay around him and unknot the towel, letting it drop to the floor. “Maybe that’sexactlywhat I want.”
When I glance back over my shoulder, I see his gaze darkening, growing heavier as he watches my ass sway while I walk away.
I walk out of the bathroom, leaving him standing alone, and head straight for the bag I packed for tonight, pulling out the Avalanche jersey and running my fingers over the embroidered name on the back.
Before I can even put it on, I feel heat meet my back, the warmth of his now dry body radiating onto me. Yet, I still shiver in response.
Because no matter what I do, I respond to Hudson in ways I have no control over. It’s visceral.
“Put it on, Bubblegum,” he breathes into my ear, his hand meeting my neck, his fingers trailing down my spine, the barest of touches. “I want to see you wearing my name. Let me pretend, even just for now, that you’re mine. That you've always been mine. From the moment I left that closet with your panties in my pocket, and your cunt on my tongue.”
Mine.
And today I really did feel like he was mine. And that I was his. Something I could never truly be. But when it’s just us two, alone in the dark, we could pretend. I can be his here.
Pretending is no drama. Pretending doesn’t leave you with a broken heart. Because if there’s anything I’ve learned from loving my dad, the first important man in my life, it’s that people can leave you even if they say they love you, and you’re left behind to pick up the pieces. So pretending is easier. Pretending is safe.
Pretending would make sure neither of us could get hurt, that we never ruin the fun dynamic we have between us. Even though there’s a part of my heart that seems to feel like maybe this is…
I don’t know.
Maybe it could be more. Maybe it already is. But I can’t let it become that.
Tamping those thoughts away, I turn to face him, handing him the jersey, then raising my arms for him to slip it over me. And he does. Torturously slow, he drags it down my body, then walks me forward until my front hits the wall, and his hands are on me. Everywhere.
Starting at my thighs, his fingers trail upward, gripping handfuls of my ass as he pushes his hardness against me, lifting until he ghosts the pads of his fingers along the sensitive skin of my sides.
And while most of the time, I want him to take the lead, tonight feels… different.
I turn to him, pushing him back slightly, reveling in the surprised look on his face as I drop to my knees before him. My hands tug at the white towel knotted around his waist until it pulls free and pools at his feet, exposing his hard cock.
“Bubblegu—” he starts, but the moment my lips close around the tip of him, his hands thread into my hair, and a sharp hiss tumbles from his lips. “Fuckkkk.”
He drags the syllable out the further I take him into my mouth, tightening his grip with each inch. My hands fly to his hips for leverage as I take him down my throat, my fingers digging into his skin. I can feel him trembling beneath my touch, and it does something powerfully possessive to me knowing that I have the power to bring this man to his knees.
Even with his hands in my hair, gripping tightly, I’m the one that’s in control. I bring my hands to his length and wrap around him, pumping his cock as I take him deeper, the head of him bumping against the back of my throat, causing me to gag slightly.
“Goddamn,” Hudson pants, his hips flexing into shallow thrusts as he fucks my mouth in earnest. I love this side of him. The rough, slightly unhinged side that doesn’t hold back, that doesn’t treat me as if I’m breakable.
Usually he pulls me off before he comes, but tonight, when he tugs at my hair, I take him deeper, using both my hands in time with my mouth because I want him to come. I want to taste him.
“Caroline, I’m about to—” He pants. “Fuck, your throat feels so good, Bubblegum. I’m coming.”
He flexes his hips upward, shoving his cock all the way down my throat before throwing his head back, grunting his release. I feel his cum paint the back of my throat as I swallow him down.
