Page 50 of Fragile Heart

“Hudson, I don’t know if that’s gonna fit.” I chuckle, ripping the condom wrapper open with my teeth.

“Don’t worry, baby. You can handle it.” I roll the condom on and position myself between her legs. I push into her so slowly, but she still cries out. Shit, even just a little ways into her, she feels so good.

I inch my way in, careful to let her adjust to my size. “Almost there, baby. You’re doing so good.” I lean forward and lace our fingers together before pushing completely inside her. She squeezes my hand. I stop moving because she feels so good that I’m afraid I might bust already. Inhaling deeply, I pull back out of her and repeat my movements, getting a little faster each time.

“You’re so damn tight,” I groan on a thrust.

She has the audacity to say, “Sorry.”

“Baby, that’s nothing to be sorry about. You’re squeezing my cock so good, I can barely handle it.” I watch her nibble on her lip while my hips move against her. I push her knees up, wanting to get as deep inside her as I can.

Her eyes close as I hit her G-spot. “Eyes open, Quinn. I want you to look at me when you come on my cock.”

“I. . . I. . .” she stutters. I feel her legs shaking against me, and I know she’s getting close.

“Look at me, baby.” She forces her eyes open. It’s dark, but the moonlight illuminates her features. Her eyes are filled with fire, making me pound into her harder, chasing after her orgasm.

And then I feel it. Her pussy squeezes my cock as she comes. I keep my eyes trained on her while her body shakes with release. Her eyes stay on me while she writhes under me. I thrust once more, and my body stills, emptying my release into the condom.

I collapse on top of her, both of our bodies sticky with sweat.

“Goddamn, Quinn. If I had known it would be like that, I would’ve thrown you down on that diner table the first day I met you.” She laughs, and it’s like music to my ears. I pull my still throbbing cock out of her and lie back down on the blanket.

We’re silent for a minute, catching our breath and thinking about what just happened. “I hope you know I didn’t plan to have sex with you here. I did just want to look at the stars.”

“This was perfect, Hudson. You made it perfect for me. It felt right to do this here tonight. Don’t you think?”

I prop myself up on my elbow to look at her. “Everything about you feels right, Quinn. Everything.” She plants a gentle kiss on my lips. I lay back down and bring her leg over my waist, resting her head on my chest.

We stay like this for I don’t know how long, butt-ass naked in a random field in the middle-of-nowhere Georgia. And it’s the best damn day of my life.

Her fingers trail faintly up and down my abs. “Come to LA with me,” I blurt out of nowhere.

“What?” Her response is quiet, like she’s started to fall asleep.

“I have to go back for that audition next weekend. Come with me.”

She turns her head toward me. “You really want me to?”

“I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t want you to.” Although I’ll admit the idea came to me seconds before I asked her, I do want her to be there. “I want to show you my favorite places. And my house—I’ve practically lived at your place the past few months. I want you to see where I live.”

She lazily smiles up at me. “I’d like that. I’ll talk to Martha about my shifts for that weekend.”

“Great, I’ll have my assistant book your ticket.”

“Oh, I can get my own.”

“No. I asked you to come, so I’m buying. Don’t fight me on this, please.” I love that she doesn’t expect anything from me, but I also wish she would let me treat her. I have all this money that I never do anything with except pay a mortgage. It’s not like I’m going out drinking every night like I used to and buying multiple rounds of shots for the entire bar. That shit got expensive real quick.

“Ok. Thank you.” I kiss her head.

We fall back into a comfortable silence staring at the stars. I feel her breathing slow, and I know she’s about to fall asleep.

“Hey, baby. Let’s get dressed and get you home.”

“Hmm.” She nods against my chest and slowly lifts herself off me. She reaches for her dress, and I wish with my whole being that I could ask her to leave it off, but the thought of anyone else seeing her naked fills me with rage.

We dress quickly and head back to the car where my driver is thankfully watching something on his phone with his headphones in. I paid him extra to mind his own business while we were in the field. . . you know, just in case.

We make it back to Quinn’s apartment, where I tell my driver he can leave since I know he has to be back to pick me up in—I check the time on my phone—four hours to get me to set.

She lets me follow her inside, and I watch her change out of her dress and into her pajamas. I have to will my cock to calm the fuck down because I already know she’s probably going to be sore from what we did tonight.

“Do you. . .? Do you want to stay with me tonight?” she asks. I’ve spent so much time here, but I’ve never spent the night. That first night where I was passed out in her bed doesn’t count.

“I have to get up early. Is that ok?” I ask as I’m already taking my shirt off.

“Yes. Wake me up before you leave.” She cuddles up against her pillow. I strip down to my briefs and climb in next to her, barely remembering to set my alarm for 3:45 before passing out.

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