purpose. I want to work myself beneath the surface of his facade. I want to plant myself in his heart. I don’t want him to push me away ever again. I want him unable to turn away. I want him to fight. Fight for me, for us. Fight everyone who tries to come between us, whether that’s my brother or our friends and family. I want to be his number one, the one he can’t walk away from.
His hands find my ass, and he picks me up against him, where my legs wrap around his hips as he carries me through the apartment and into his bedroom. Pressing my back against the door, he locks it, our lips never breaking apart. My hands move up, fingers threading through his short stands of dark hair. I pull slightly, but he likes the pain because he does the same to me. His hand latches onto a big wad of my hair as he jerks my head back, exposing my throat to him. He smiles greedily as his mouth moves to my neck, kissing, sucking, nibbling.
When a whimper escapes my lips, he growls as he pulls me away from the door, moving us over to the bed. He drops me on top and stays on his knees between my parted legs, looking down on me. His hands grab my ankle, and he starts to work my shoe off my foot. “You asked for this,” he tells me as he drops one shoe into the floor and moves to the other.
I nod. I know I asked for this. Something tells me that our night at the bar was only the tip of the iceberg. I have a feeling that when it comes to having sex in a bed, Hudson is a monster that cannot be stopped.
When he has my shoes off, his mouth moves to my ankle. He presses hot kisses up my calf, to the inside of my knee, up my thigh. Shivers break out across my skin as his hands move up under my dress. He yanks them down forcefully, and I hear them tear at the seams. But something about the hunger in his eyes has me panting, needing more, and not caring about the twenty-five-dollar underwear he just ruined.
He tosses them over his shoulder, then picks up my left knee and presses a kiss to it. “I had a small taste of you,” he says, moving his lips upward. “It wasn’t nearly enough.” His hands move up my dress to my ass, squeezing it firmly as my dress rolls up to my hips, exposing only my lower half to him.
There’s no warning before he dives between my legs. His tongue runs between my slick folds, causing me to jump, my hips bucking upward with the sensation. As his tongue works me over, his hands squeeze and massage, pushing me closer to the edge I so desperately want to be on. There’s never been a man in my life that I couldn’t turn down or walk away from, until Hudson. I don’t want to walk away from him. I can’t. He planted something inside me that first night, and the urge has only grown. As he laps me, tongue flicking against my clit, one hand moves around, sliding two fingers deep within me. My back arches and a gasp escapes. My hands fist at the bed, tangling into the sheets.
“Fuck, Deven. You taste so sweet, baby,” he breathes out, his hot breath blowing over my sensitive bundle of nerves, making me shiver. His face dips again, his tongue double its work. He curls his finger inside of me, making me see stars. My breathing picks up and my moans grow louder. A tingle forms in my tummy that grows like a wildfire, spreading hot and fast throughout my body. My release explodes, consuming all of me. I can’t breathe. I can’t think. I can’t do anything but hold myself down to the bed and enjoy the pleasure coursing through me.
When my release ends, I beg him to slide inside me, but he refuses to pull away. “I’m not done with you yet.”
After my recent release, everything down there feels much more tender and sensitive. The slightest flick of his tongue has tremors wracking my body. His mouth feels amazing, but it’s also torturous.
“Hudson, please. I want you inside me.”
“I told you, Deven, I want you fucking begging me.” He flicks his tongue against me again, circles my bundle of nerves, then