Page 63 of Hard to Judge

“I fucked up.” I pull her up and hug her to me.

Her head shakes against my neck.

“I told him I wanted him to top me, that I was ready.” I can barely scrape out the last few words. Tears clog my throat.

“Expressing yourself isn’t fucking up. No matter the outcome.” She brushes a hand down the back of my head and down my nape. “Hota’s ingested a lot in the last two days. He probably just needs time to digest it. To formulate thoughts and feelings about it.” She draws a deep breath and hugs me close. “Give him time. More than a few hours.”

“I’ll give him anything he needs.”

“I know you will.” Her lips smack my cheek.

Hailey slides out of my arms. She scrambles to the bathroom door and knocks. “Breakfast in ten.” Then she runs for the door. “If I haven’t burned it,” she adds over her shoulder.

After she rushes out the bedroom door, I sit on the end of the bed and watch the bathroom door like a stalker. Probably not what she meant by giving him time.

A few minutes later, the door opens, and Hota exits. His chin is high, his shoulders are back, and he looks totally collected and covered from the waist down in a new pair of sweats.

“Here.” He tosses something wadded in his hand. “I can’t have your sausage dangling by my breakfast sausage.”

I catch the sweats and stifle a grin. “Afraid you won’t know which to eat?”

His gaze slices to me. It’s fiery enough to singe my brows.

“Sorry.” I slide my legs into the pants, stand, and pull them up. “We’re not having sausage anyway.” I smirk.

He heads for the door. “You had plenty last night,” he quips without looking back.

Once more, I’m following him like a puppy. I’ll do it forever if need be. Hell, get me a collar.

I’d wear it for him.

He’s subbed for me for years when he’s not a sub at all. We both like control. We both need it to feel comfortable. And he’s forgone it for me for years. For me.

We’re in the long hallway of doors when I quip, “Best sausage I ever had.”

Hota groans and stops abruptly. He turns and pounces on me in the same motion. I’m completely caught off guard. His body crowds mine. The clamp on his hand is around my throat, capturing a small gasp.

My back hits the wall with a thud. It’s not enough to hurt or even knock the air from my lungs. It is, however, enough to steal my attention.

With anyone else, I would feel fear and react with extreme violence. But this isn’t anyone. It’s Hota. I trust him implicitly. And I have a ton to prove to him.

I keep my body loose and pliant for him.

“What if I turn you around and fuck you right here?” he snarls.

Once again, he’s challenging me.

“I suppose I’d make a mess on your wall.” I smile.

Faster than I can calculate, he spins me and shoves my chest against the wall. He snatches a handful of the sweatpants on my ass and drags them down until they pool around my ankles.

My cock is fully erect and ready to do as I said.

“Don’t fucking move,” he rumbles into my ear.

His hand moves off my nape, and he grabs a cheek in each hand and spreads me wide. The moan that leaves me is indecent. He shakes them in his hands, taunting me. Teasing.

I poke my ass back, giving him more.

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