Fairy Tales and Cappuccinos (Everyday Love #1) - Taylor Rylan Page 0,42
and soon Hudson was joining me.
He moved faster, and I reached up, pushing against the headboard to offer resistance, and that was when he found my prostate again, and I gasped at the sensation.
“Yes, there,” I shouted.
Hudson pistoned his hips faster, and as he grabbed my legs harder, my cock slapped against my stomach, causing a sensation I didn’t realize was such a good thing. When Hudson grunted several minutes later and then pushed into me and froze, I felt his cock twitch inside me. I let go of the headboard and fell to my shoulders and grabbed my cock, frantically stroking it because I’d been so damn close again.
Hudson made three more small thrusts, and the movement sent me over the edge and I screamed into the bed below me as I came again. I’d never had a lover that could get me off twice, and I was already wondering if it was because it had been so long or if it was just Hudson. I couldn’t wait to find out though.
We collapsed onto the bed, and I cringed when I immediately felt the wet spot below my stomach. Hudson was panting above me, and I realized just how heavy he was when he became dead weight on top of me.
“You’re squishing me,” I mumbled.
“Mmm, ’kay, but can’t move.”
I chuckled and did my best to push up against him, but it was no use; he was completely immobile.
I hissed when he rolled, tugging his cock out of me at an odd angle. “Sorry. Shit.” Hudson panted and took several deep breaths before he turned his head and looked at me. “Give me a minute and I’ll get us to the bathroom.”
“It’s fine,” I said as I rolled to my side and out of the wet spot. “I’m afraid your blanket isn’t, though, because I’ve made a mess on it.”
“Sawright.” Hudson was still panting, and I was starting to get worried until he gave me a loopy-looking smile.
“That good?” I asked.
“So good. You’re…damn. Sorry if I was too rough.” Hudson closed his eyes, and I looked at him. I’d been too busy earlier to really notice him, but I definitely approved of what I saw.
“You okay?” I asked.
“Yeah. It’s been a while for me too and…let’s just say that the condom is almost at max capacity. And that’s after last night and this morning and afternoon.”
That grabbed my attention immediately. “This morning and afternoon?”
Hudson looked at me. “Oh yeah. You, Sawyer Clifton, are definitely spank bank material. But I’ll say this: the real version is even better.” Hudson moved so fast I didn’t have time to move, and I quickly found myself on my back and him hovering over me on my side. “So much better. And definitely worth breaking the rules for,” Hudson said just before he kissed me again.
12
Hudson
“You’re moping,” Ford said. He was mixing up the green bean casserole that was about to go into the oven.
In fairness, he was right. I was. There was a small part of me that was worried Sawyer wasn’t going to come back from Breckenridge. I worried he’d make amends with his family and go back to working for them. Hell, I couldn’t say I would blame him. Too much. I didn’t have much to offer by way of income or benefits.
“You shouldn’t be sulking. You passed the inspection with flying colors. Why are you?”
I glared at my cousin. He knew why. Sawyer had left on Tuesday at noon, right after the inspection. Monday, we woke up later than intended, and although we traded blowjobs in the shower, I ran downstairs to Sawyer’s Jeep to grab his bag of stuff while he rummaged in my kitchen and brewed coffee and scrounged up a small breakfast. We didn’t have time for much more than that.
For some unknown reason, we had a steady stream of customers coming in and out all morning. By afternoon, we were both wearing down, and Sawyer and I spent the afternoon cleaning up the grout and triple-checking all things for the inspection that was Tuesday morning.
By closing time Monday, Sawyer was looking a little worse for wear, and I reluctantly sent him home. It was the last thing I wanted to do, but it’s what I knew I needed to do. I didn’t want to overwhelm him too quickly, and I certainly didn’t want to suffocate him.
Hell, we never even made it out for a first date. I still felt bad about that.