Page 46 of Truth or Dare

“Christ,” he groaned, “You taste incredible,” he growled, “I want you to sit on my face. I need you.”

I shivered, not fully sure if I could handle the intensity of him, but I nodded. “Now?” I managed, my voice a breathless squeak.

“Now.”

In one smooth motion, he lifted me, laying me out on the bed. As I caught my breath, he undressed, his gaze dark and intense, then slid my panties down my legs, nudging my thighs apart. No one had ever seen me like this, so exposed, so vulnerable. But with Hudson, I wanted it. I spread my legs, my skin prickling with anticipation as he settled between them, bending my knees as his tongue flicked over my clit in the gentlest stroke that sent a jolt through me.

“Hudson… that feels…” I moaned, unable to finish.

He gripped my waist, flipping me onto my stomach and shoving a pillow under me. My knees pressed forward, lifting my hips, and his fingers spread me wide as his tongue explored every inch of me. Then, unexpectedly, he dragged his tongue over the tight ring of muscle between my cheeks, and I gasped, shocked and aroused all at once.

“What are you?—”

“Shh.” He held me still, his mouth relentless, drawing shivers from places I didn’t know could feel so good. When I reached between my legs to touch my clit, he pushed my hand away. “Tonight, I’m in charge of every orgasm.”

“Then take me,” I begged, voice hoarse. “Please, Hudson, just?—”

He stilled. “You’re sure?”

I nodded, gripping the sheets, desperate. “Hudson, I’ve never been more sure.”

He breathed out a low groan, almost like he was restraining himself, and rolled onto his back, reaching for a condom. He ripped it open, his movements quick and precise, and rolled it on, his body lean and powerful as he joined me on the bed. When he brushed the tip of his cock between my swollen lips, my breath hitched, and slowly, he eased himself inside me, stretching me with a heat that bordered on pain until he was fully seated.

His hands gripped my hips, voice thick with concern. “Presley, are you okay?”

I nodded, my body tingling, on fire. “Yes. Just… move.”

He pulled out, then thrust back in, setting a steady rhythm, his deep groans mixing with my moans. We moved together, our bodies perfectly in sync, each stroke sending me closer to another release. He flipped me onto my back, pressing himself back inside me before I could even catch my breath, his chest against mine, slick with sweat.

“So damn beautiful,” he murmured, his crystal blue eyes holding mine with an intensity that made my pulse skip. I couldn’t look away.

“Oh, Hudson… I’m so close,” I gasped, my body clenching around him.

“That’s my girl,” he whispered, his voice thick with pride and possessiveness as my climax hit, fierce and unrelenting.

I felt his release, deep and powerful, and he collapsed against me, our bodies entangled, breath mingling.

Hudson stirred beside me,and I leaned in, whispering, “Hudson, are you awake?”

He groaned, his voice thick with sleep. “What’s wrong?”

“I want to talk.” I shifted, more aware of his arm draped over me and the insistent press of his body against mine. Three times and we still weren’t sated; the thought sent a flicker of heat through me.

He exhaled, his arm tightening around me as he pulled me closer. “What time is it?”

“3:30 a.m.”

I turned in his arms, hooking my leg over his hip, feeling the heat of him against my belly. His sleepy eyes opened, meeting mine as he shifted even closer.

“What are we?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

“This couldn’t wait until morning?” he mumbled, though his hand brushed a stray lock of hair from my face with surprising tenderness.

“What do you want us to be?” His lips found my forehead in a gentle kiss, as if my answer would be the final word.

I hesitated, biting my lip. “Do we walk into school holding hands on Monday?”

His hand rested on my cheek, his thumb tracing slow circles. “I’ll do anything you want, Pres.”

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