Page 16 of Dark Knight

"You look like a fucking present, all wrapped up, just for me." He reached out and put one of the cuffs around my wrist, gauging my reaction before doing the other. If they 'd been handcuffs, or metal, I probably would have lost my shit, but they had soft, velvety material on the inside that felt luxurious against my skin. "Are you still going to follow orders?"

I nodded, his words barely making it through the haze of desire that was filling me. Hud looked like no one else I'd ever met. Between the tattoos and the general attitude, he seemed like such a contradiction.

He lowered his head to my shoulder and let it rest there in what I was sure was an awkward angle for him. "I want to make you come, Evie. I heard you in the car with Dylan, and I want to experience that first hand for myself."

"We're in a store in a shopping mall. This isn't really the right place for that," I panted.

He kissed my neck in response, which made my knees go weak. If I hadn't been braced against the mirror, I wasn't sure what I would have done other than fall on my ass.

"You want me though, don't you?" I didn't answer, couldn't. "I can feel how fast your heart beats when I kiss your pulse, and your nipples are poking through those holes perfectly. Tell me to stop, and I will." He grasped my breasts with both hands, running his fingers across my exposed nipples, making me gasp at the sensation.

I tried to reach up to grab him, to touch him, but the cuffs kept my hands by my sides. When he noticed the action, he smiled devilishly before dropping to his knees in front of me and sucking on one taught bud after the other.

My breathing quickened, making my chest heave in and out of his reach. His hands slid down my body to my hips, reaching around and grabbing my ass and squeezing it before sliding further down my legs. Gently, he moved my feet further apart, exposing my core to the open air.

"Fucking crotchless, I knew it," he groaned as he slid a hand between my thighs, his fingers slipping through my wetness until they found my entrance.

I knew I should tell him to stop, but I hadn't had much pleasure recently, so I wanted to find it where I could because who knows when I’d feel it again. Hudson's fingers and mouth were giving me plenty, but I wanted more. I wanted his fingers inside of me, filling me until I writhed on top of him. He gave me what I wanted before I could ask, and I moaned in satisfaction.

"Quiet, sweetheart. We're in a shopping mall, after all." He threw my words back in my face, and I knew that there was no stopping us now. The lust train had left the station and was speeding toward pound town.

I bit my lip, trying to keep my noises to a minimum as he worked his fingers in and out of me while licking my nipples through the holes on the bra. There was something oddly erotic about him only being able to reach the taught peaks when I was turned on enough.

He pulled away and looked up at me. I was sure I was a mess, panting and biting my lip, the heat coming off of me dampening my brow. Somehow, the light in the dressing room made it look like his eyes were glowing amber. All I could think was that maybe he just wanted to fuck me as badly as I wanted to fuck him. "Leg up," he grunted.

I lifted one leg and he put it on his shoulder before forcibly lifting the other, leaving me braced between him and the mirror. Without breaking eye contact, he licked my pussy, his eyes almost fluttering closed as he tasted me. If I had free hands, I would have tangled them in his hair and forced him closer, pushed him where I needed him to go. I couldn't, though, and he seemed to be enjoying this too much anyway.

Hudson thrust his tongue into me, and I swore it felt like he was trying to drink from me. When he pulled away slightly, his face glistened with my juices and he looked thrilled. He quickly replaced his tongue with his fingers and lowered his lips to my clit, licking and sucking until my hips bucked against him. He smiled as he looked up at me. I was so close to tipping over the edge of my orgasm, and he seemed to sense it. He stopped and put my legs on the ground, which wasn't a good idea because my knees gave out and I started to slide down the mirror.

He chuckled as he pinned me in place with his thighs before lifting me so I was standing straight up once more. "I'm going to make you come on my fingers. When you do, you're going to bite my shoulder so you don't scream. Do you understand?"

I nodded frantically. God I wanted that.

"Stop biting your lip and bite me instead." I let my bottom lip go and his gaze locked on it. "You made yourself bleed." I didn't get any warning before he sucked my lip into his mouth, his tongue probing the wound. I was sure it was bleeding more from his kiss than from me biting on it, which only seemed to please him.

A kiss wasn't what I wanted though. I wanted the orgasm he promised me.

He released my lip as I rocked my hips against him as much as I could, given the way he was pinning me. "Impatient, aren't you, sweetheart? And here I thought I scared you."

One of the hands that held me in place released me, and he buried it between my legs, thrusting his fingers into me with force this time. First it was one, then two, and when he added a third, I bit down on his shoulder which made him groan quietly.

"Good girl, Evie. Come for me. Let me feel your body experiencing pleasure." His words were throaty in my ear. "You like that, don't you? Being called a good girl, me telling you what to do and what I'm going to do to you."

I whined slightly, unable to let go of his shoulder with my teeth for fear that I would scream as he fucked me roughly with his fingers. The sounds that filled the dressing room couldn’t be mistaken for anything other than what they were, but at that moment, I didn't care.

His thumb began to circle my clit, sweeping over it occasionally, and driving me closer toward my orgasm. My hands alternated between balling into fists and flexing open, desperately trying to reach for him but not being able to because of the cuffs. I bit down even harder, andHud groaned once more. When he sucked and licked on my neck, it threw me over the edge. I was barely able to muffle the scream that erupted from me as my entire body clenched and released over and over again as wave after wave of pleasure ran through me.

"Fuck," Hud whispered before slowly pulling his fingers from me. He raised them to his mouth and sucked them clean, and I had to fight the urge to jump him. I wanted him to fuck me. I wanted to see him come undone with pleasure just like I had. "I see that look in your eye, and the answer is not yet. Dylan first, then if he's willing to share, it will be my turn. When it is," he paused and lowered his head so his lips brushed against my ear as he spoke, "I'll make this look like a warmup. You’ll be screaming my name, begging for my cock."

He grabbed my chin with his hand and roughly kissed me. I could taste myself on his lips, along with the blood that lingered there as well.

As suddenly as he kissed me, he stopped. "It's a keeper, by the way." Then he was out of the dressing room, leaving me to slump to the floor, all my energy gone.

He was like the orgasm fairy, just popping in, making me come, and then disappearing again. The image of Hud in a tutu or something similar made me giggle as I sat on the bench and got myself together. One thought sobered me up immediately, though. Would he tell Dylan what happened between us?

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