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Her eyes snap to mine and she comes off my dick. “Really?” she asks, swiping a hand along her mouth. Her other thumb swipes back and forth over my tip and I take my length in my hand, squeezing firmly to stave off the building orgasm trying to lift off in my body. Pulling her hand free, I tuck myself back into my pants.
“What’s wrong?” Her brows come together, creating a crease between them.
I huff out a laugh and my voice is like gravel. “Nothing, but if you keep that up, I’ll be coming down your throat in about two seconds.”
The way this woman makes me feel is indescribable. Her cheeks flush and I pull her up from her knees, then stand up. I head for the stairs, pulling her along behind me. We’ve been sleeping together for weeks, but everything still feels so incredibly new and the anticipation of being inside her again has my dick throbbing inside my pants.
She shuts off the lights as we head upstairs, our fingers intertwined. “Are you gonna do it then?” she asks about the bar.
“Maybe,” I say, and she shoots me a knowing look. “Probably.” I chuckle.
When we hit the top step, she pulls me in, kissing me long and hard. “You should. You’re amazing at what you do, and you deserve it.”
No one has ever believed in me like she does. It fills my chest with warmth, and my stomach flutters. She’s always seen me for exactly who I am, and she’s never once tried to change me. Sure, she gets annoyed with me trying to help her with money, but she never questions my intentions.
Once inside the closed confines of her room, we are on each other. Hands groping, lips kissing, teeth clashing. Her top comes off in one tug, and then I’m backing her up against the bedroom door, pinning her hands above her head as my mouth devours hers. She presses up onto her toes, and I snake one arm around her, lifting her up until her legs are wrapped around my waist.
Carrying her to the bed, I lay her down and take in all that creamy skin and dark, perky nipples. I want to devour her. Her chest heaves rapidly with her breathing and her eyes roam over my torso, taking in my sweats, then go back up to my face.
She lifts her hips when I hook my fingers into the waistband of her shorts and underwear, dragging them down her thighs. The bed dips under the weight of my knee when I lean over her and kiss her deeply. Her hips meet mine as she arches off the bed, trying her damnedest to get closer to me.
“You trying to rub that greedy, little cunt on me, Finnley?” I rasp against her ear, and she mewls in response.
“Mm, you’re so fucking filthy,” she moans. “Get your pants off and fuck me, Hudson.” She moans desperately, trying to yank the material down my hips.
I chuckle and push to standing before shoving my sweats down my hips and kicking them out of the way. She scoots back on the bed, so she’s resting on the pillow, and I climb up her body. She drops her knees open, inviting me to crawl between. As I lose myself against the wet heat of her core, I know I’ll never get over the feeling of her naked body underneath mine.
Chapter 44
Finnley
I can feel theheavy weight of Hudson’s cock on my inner thigh, so hard and warm, but he’s just to the right of where I need him. Pressing my heels into the mattress, I impatiently rock my hips up, trying to create friction where there is none.
“You’re so fucking desperate for it, aren’t you?” he whispers against my ear, and it sends goosebumps skittering over my flesh. Every filthy word hits me in the clit, and I whimper. I nod as he shifts, keeping his length from dragging across my aching center.
Just when I think he’ll keep teasing me and I’ll have to chase my release forever, he slides along my seam, making my hips buck up. “Oh, God. Oh, fuck.Please.Please don’t stop.” I moan, throwing my head back and squeezing my eyes tight. I dig my nails into his hips, trying to pull him closer. It feels like I’ll go up in flames if he’s not inside me soon.
“But you’re doing so well waiting, pretty girl.” His words are teasing but it comes out gruff. I can tell the wait is just as hard on him as it is on me.
He presses a kiss to my lips, then nips at the bottom one. He continues rocking against me, setting a slow, slippery rhythm, with his hands on either side of my face. “You’re such a good girl for me, babe.”
I light up at the praise. Why does that feel so damn good? A therapist would probably say it’s a product of growing up without a dad, but I’m more inclined to believe it’s because my best friend has a filthy mouth and a magic cock that turns my brain to a pool of melty goo.
He peppers kisses across my neck and cheeks before taking my mouth. The slide of his tongue against mine and the heat from both of our bodies moving in tandem is mind-numbing perfection and he’s not even inside me yet.
I stare up at him with adoration and lust-hooded eyes, my throat tightening. God, I love this man. My heart screams it, making tears prick my eyes. Suddenly, my thoughts are robbed from me by the head of his cock. The bump and slide of it over my clit makes me cry out, and emotion and stimulation melt together into a fiery inferno.
He makes a sound of satisfaction deep in his throat. “You aching yet, Finnley?”
“Yes.” I gasp in frustration. Desperate to feel him moving inside me, my one hand claws at his back and I buck my hips up again, while reaching for his cock with the other hand. If he won’t put himself inside me, I’ll do it for him. I need to memorize how he feels moving inside me, so I never forget how good he makes me feel. That way, when this is all over, I’ll never forget it.
He groans when my hand wraps around the base of his dick to move it to my entrance. Then, he grabs my hands and forces them above my head, holding them in one hand. “Not yet,” he commands. “Use your words, Finnley,” he pants out, his lips centimeters from mine. “Do you want my mouth or my cock?”
A strangled sound bubbles up out of my chest, the ache between my thighs spreading until it’s almost unbearable. I don’t recognize my own voice when it comes out, so laced with need. “Cock. Please, Hudson, I need it. Now.Please.”
“God, you sound so fucking perfect begging for it, you know that?” he rasps out, jaw tight and biceps bulging as he holds himself back from taking what he so clearly wants. Then, he rocks his hips against my center again. He releases my hands, and I trail them over his shoulders and down his chest, then press up on an elbow to plant kisses across it.
Grabbing each of my legs, he pushes my thighs open further. Notching the blunt end of his cock at my soaked entrance, he wraps both hands around my waist and tugs me forward in one quick jerk, impaling me on his length and completely sheathing himself in me. His grunt of satisfaction and my hoarse cry are simultaneous.
