Abyss (Elements of Rapture Book 4)

19. Hudson

HUDSON

The roll of thunder outside can’t drown the roar of blood rushing through my ears as I pull her shirt off and throw it to the side, clasping her nipple in my mouth.

Kavi’s thighs shake around mine, a tremor strumming through her body as her hands move from my hair to my shoulders to my chest before plunging back into my hair, as if they’re just as needy as her. Her head tips back, a mewl escaping her lips, as I bare down on her puckered skin. “Oh, God. Hudson . . .”

She grinds over me, her hot center pressing down against my painfully swollen cock. Adrenaline and desperation pump through me, replacing the blood in my veins. I’m pure carnal desire.

Still focused on my task, I pull down the fabric over her other breast, pinching and rolling her nipple in between my index finger and thumb. My nose brushes against her skin—soft and warm, with hints of her unique lemon and vanilla scent.

Sliding my mouth over to the nipple I’d been playing with, I suck it while kneading her other breast. With her hips undulating over me, so needy for that friction, Kavi releases an unsteady breath, giving me an indication of the frenzy building inside her.

I wish I could say I had no intention of being in this situation, this exact scenario, with her. I wish I could say I rolled around the consequences in my head and decided that self-preservation was key to my survival.

I didn’t.

Like an unexpected ray of sunshine in the middle of a storm, when the dusky clouds separate and the sun peeks through, that kiss became the only thing I thought about for six fucking days. One taste of her plush lips, and I was dying to bathe in that warmth again.

How many times did I stare at her number on my phone, my thumb hovering over the call button? How many times did I draft a text, asking if I could hear her voice, wondering if she was thinking about what I couldn’t rid my mind of no matter how hard I tried?

And every time the temptation became too strong, I talked myself out of it for all the reasons she mentioned herself. She was working for me, my daughter’s friend, and living under the same roof. Not to mention, she was leaving at the end of summer.

Any steps in the same direction led to the same result. Disaster.

Yet I couldn’t give a damn about any of those things when I walked back into the office today.

Sure, I tried my fucking best not to meet her questioning eyes, or acknowledge her beyond what was absolutely necessary, hoping it would curb my need to touch her, hold her, kiss her again. But I couldn’t have been more wrong. If anything, not being able to touch her while she was mere feet from me made my craving worse.

One whiff of her sweet scent and I was done for. I craved her like a famished wolf craves its prey.

I hadn’t stopped thinking about her mouth, her hands in my hair, pulling me to her while pushing me away, like she couldn’t decide what she wanted more. I hadn’t stopped thinking about the sounds she made—the ones I coveted and swallowed—when our tongues tangled and danced.

I’m sure she wondered where I’d snuck off to after our first kiss last Friday, especially after telling her I’d see her at home. She was probably confused, hurt, and pissed I hadn’t reached out, and I wouldn’t blame her for it.

But I needed time to think, to process what had happened. I wouldn’t have been able to if I”d followed her home. Because had I followed her home, I would have likely followed her to her bed, too, and that would have fucked with my mind even more than the kiss itself. So, I slept at the ranch for the weekend, then left for New Hampshire on Sunday.

Kavi arches her body into me, her hips continuing to rock over my erection, and I know we’re too far gone to find the lines we’d never drawn.

But I have to make sure we’re on the same page.

That this can’t happen again.

Letting her nipple go, I tighten my hand around the back of her neck and bring her luscious mouth to mine again. I nip her top lip, the blunt edges of my teeth catching on her skin before sucking it between my lips. Moving to her bottom one to do the same, I groan against her. “So fucking sweet. So perfect.”

Kavi trembles as I claim her in a wild and desperate kiss, ravishing her mouth. Her warm tongue wraps around mine, her overpowering sweetness making me feel like I’m being dipped in sugar.

Pulling back and disconnecting our lips, I grasp her waist in a possessive hold. My jaw sets like hardened concrete. “This can only be a one-time thing, Kav.”

Her chest rises and falls as my words sink in. Disappointment flickers across her face before she schools it, replacing her expression with a muted smile. “You mean, to get it out of our systems.”

She doesn’t pose it as a question, so I just nod. “We go back to the way things were after this. Are you okay with that?”

Her head bobs, despite the downturn of her mouth. “I’m okay with it if you’re okay with it.”

Something about her response makes me want to argue, even though it’s exactly what I’d wanted from her. Perhaps it’s the way she accepted it, even as the gold in her eyes lost its tinsel and varnish. Perhaps it’s that I wanted her to disagree and plead, even though I was the one who proposed it.

Shoving the thoughts aside, I pick her up and sit her on my desk. Grasping the waistband of her skirt, I wiggle it over her thick thighs, tossing it in a heap with her shirt. Then I do the same with her orange boots.

Jesus Christ, she looks so fucking hot—sitting in her lacy white underwear, with her perky tits hanging out of her bra cups—that my dick wrestles against the inside of my pants, begging to be let free. He wants inside her like he’s never wanted anything else before.

Running my hands over the soft span of her thighs, I nod toward her center. “Put your feet on the edge of the desk and open those legs. Let me see how drenched that pussy is for me.”

Another gasp hits my ears, her eyes widening, before she does what I ask, hooking her feet on the edge and parting her legs. I’m desperate to touch her. Smell her. Taste her.

I slide the tips of my thumbs over the crease where her legs meet her center, watching her reaction through an unfiltered curiosity. Kavi pulls her bottom lip into her mouth, eyes hooded, letting out a soft whimper that begs for more. A whole lot more.

Sliding the fabric between her legs to the side with my free hand, I take in her glistening pussy. Kavi’s chest heaves, her palms pressing against the table behind her as her head falls back. “Please.”

Even the slightest touch has her soaking for more. Soakingfor me.

I glide the tips of my fingers through her wet middle, parting her folds. I can practically taste her on my tongue just from her scent and the way she drips for me. “This has to be the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.”

Her response is a moan accompanied by the jerky rise of her center, chasing my touch.

“Do you have any fucking idea how frustrating you’ve been since the moment you fell into my lap?” I ask in a harsh whisper, continuing my slow, exploratory perusal between her folds.

I recall our first meeting at the restaurant, when she dropped a glass of water in my lap before dabbing it with a napkin. As infuriated as I was, I was still fucking aroused, taking in the ass she swayed freely in the air.

“It seems all your efforts to get rid of me have failed at every turn,” she retorts, groaning.

I circle my fingers around her clit, flicking it until I have her jumping under me. “You’ve been a pain in my ass. The literal reason my dick is constantly rock-hard.”

“Mmm,” she hums, eyes closed, mouth hanging open as I dip a finger into her, watching the way her pussy swallows it. “I’m going to require visual confirmation of that.”

Dipping that same finger deeper, I gradually slip it all the way inside so my palm rests over her sex.

Kavi moans, a flush working up her chest.

Withdrawing my finger, I find her clit again, rubbing it before dipping down to massage her entrance while Kavi chants my name, squirming and moaning against me.

My eyes can’t seem to move away from her face, mesmerized by every little flick of emotion that skates across it as I add another digit inside her. Using my thumb, I rub little circles around her nub, making her gasp.

The wet noises from my languid movements have heat crawling over my skin. I can feel the fever rising over me. “Fuck.”

I pull my fingers out, bringing her juices to my lips and sucking them clean. Her head tips forward to watch me, lust swirling in her honeyed gaze. There’s something so alluring, so beautiful about the contrast of her dark skin and her gold-flecked eyes. She’s as hypnotizing as she is delicious.

Dipping my fingers back inside her entrance, I twist and turn them. She’s dripping down my palm, widening her legs to give me room to play with her.

Bringing her wetness to my lips again, I suck off my fingers one by one. “You taste just like you smell.”

Her hand fists against the table, knuckles whitening, voice pleading. “What do I taste like?”

“Like my filthiest thoughts. Like the kind of sin I’ll never find redemption for.”

Licking my lips, I press my fingers back inside her, watching her chest rise with every breathy gasp. I work her, turning my fingers slowly while rubbing her clit with my thumb.

She seems to like that, moaning as she grasps her breast. “That feels so good, Hudson. Please don’t stop.”

Pushing my fingers as far as they can go, I lean down to add my tongue to her clit. She must not have expected that—given her eyes were closed—because she jumps at the contact, moaning outright. Her hand falls to my head as she wiggles under me, her stomach contracting, her thighs trembling around my head.

My tongue swirls around her clit, sucking and licking, while my fingers fuck her, in and out, rhythmically.

Opening her legs wider, she rocks against my flattened tongue, guiding my head with her hand as I work her with my fingers, slow and deep. “Please, Hudson. Please make me come.”

I want to laugh at her almost-sob, but I settle for a smile against her perfect pussy, licking and flicking it with vigorous strokes, eating her out like she’s my last meal.

The sounds of her gasps, her soaking sex, and my satisfied hums fill the room. She’s so fucking delicious, I could devour her for hours. I move my mouth to her folds, sucking each one and making her mewl, before going back to her little nub. I suck it until I know she’s close.

Her walls tighten around my fingers the way her hand tightens inside my hair. Her thighs squeeze my head as her hips arch up and, with a groan I’ll remember for as long as I live, she comes over my awaiting tongue.

I lap at her for as long as she lets me, while her labored breaths settle and her body slowly unravels under her, melting into a heap on my desk.

Her legs fall over the edge when I rise to my feet. She watches me lazily, her brown skin glistening like warm caramel under the midday sun. She isn’t just beautiful; no, that would be akin to calling a perfect pearl that washed up at sea a mere pebble. She’s a rarity that defies comparison.

Unbuckling my belt and unbuttoning my pants, I quickly take out a condom from my wallet before letting my pants fall to my feet. “Still wanting that visual confirmation?”

“Yes, please,” she pants. “Very much so.”

The head of my erection peeks out of the waistband of my boxers, rock-hard and ready to be sheathed inside her. Dropping my boxers, I pump my cock before I lean over her, my hand next to her head.

Kavi’s eyes widen and her mouth parts as she sucks in a hurried breath.

Continuing to pump my cock with one hand, I reach out and brush one of her exposed nipples with the back of my knuckle, loving the way it pebbles under my touch. I dip down to capture her mouth, tugging her bottom lip between mine before kissing her deeper. “I want to fuck you, Kav.”

Her hands travel up my shoulder before one tightens at the hair at the back of my neck. “I need you to fuck me, Hudson.”

Running my dick through her wet seam and gathering her juices around my tip, I make her hiss. Or maybe that was me. It’s hard to tell, given I can’t hear anything past the pounding of my heart.

I rip the foil with my teeth, gliding the condom over my length before giving her only a second’s warning and thrusting into her in one go.

Kavi cries out, her back bowing, her tits hitting my chest, as her eyes roll back into her head. I lean down to bite her nipple, groaning at the feel of her around me.

She’s so fucking tight, so wet, I have to give myself a second to breathe. Because if I don’t, I’ll fucking shoot my load right this second.

With a shiver running down my spine, I wrap my palms around the backs of her thighs and push her legs toward her chest. I watch my cock, pulling it out almost all the way before plowing forward. It’s so hot—this vision of our bodies coming together—I’m at risk of catching on fire from the sight alone.

Kavi grits out my name and satisfaction rolls through me. Wanting to hear her beg for me again, I seat myself inside her before pulling out once more and doing it again.

With my eyes locked onto where we’re attached, I squeeze the backs of her thighs, loving how exposed she is to me. My pelvis slaps against her thighs with each thrust as her tits bounce, making me feel feral.

“Good God, baby girl, you take my cock like your pussy was tailor-made for me.” I pummel her over and over, her juices making the sweetest sounds as my cock slides in.

She lets out a breathy laugh, moaning and arching. “Well, if it wasn’t before, it is now with the way you’re stretching me out.”

I fuck her harder, increasing my speed, making the desk slide forward as my thighs kiss hers. “And these goddamn thighs . . . I can’t tell you how often I’ve thought about my head being buried between them.”

She whines, lip in between her teeth, breathing hard through her nose.

“A. Goddamn. Vixen,” I grit each word as I pump into her. “Tell me, Kav. These new skirts you’ve been wearing, the ones that stretch so tight over your ass and your thighs . . . Were they all to tempt me? To make me ravenous?”

She lifts, her hands finding purchase on my shoulders, her breath fanning my lips. “Looks like my plan worked. I told you I’d put your card to good use.”

“You know what I’d like to put to good use?” I rasp, grabbing her mouth again in a searing kiss. “This sassy, back-talking mouth. So many times I’ve wanted to shut you up by shoving my cock inside it.”

She clasps my bottom lip in between her teeth before letting go. “We can make that happen.”

I kiss her jaw, whispering, “Not today, baby girl.”

And since she knows this is a one-time agreement, not ever.

I drive into her, knowing I’m hitting that perfect spot inside her when her moans get louder. Her eyes roll backward, and I know she’s getting close. I feel a trickle of sweat roll down my back under my shirt as I hammer into her with a pace I won’t be able to maintain for long.

Kavi rolls her hips, creating a sensation that lodges at the base of my spine—a tingling frenzy that seems almost too much to contain. I feel her tightening around me again, so I let one of her thighs go and circle her clit with my thumb.

“Hudson!” Her orange fingernails bite into my shoulders as her walls squeeze my cock. “Oh, my God! Don’t stop. Please, please, please.”

I’d never stop if that was a possibility. I’d freeze this moment—her getting ready to shatter around me—filing it away as the single most erotic moment I’ve ever spent with a woman.

This can’t be easy on her, given I’m pretty fucking big and stretching her out as far as she can go, but she’s taking me like a champ, swallowing my cock whole with each thrust.

Her body starts to tremble as my thumb rubs her clit faster, my name escaping through her lips, her hair dangling down her back. She’s so fucking beautiful. The stretch of her neck, her velvet skin, her breathy moans . . . all made to unravel me.

“You’re doing so good, baby girl. So fucking good. Keep saying my name, keep swallowing my cock,” I urge her, trying to hold my release at bay. “It’s all I’ve dreamt of. Taking you on this desk. Kissing you, eating you out, fucking you.”

Kavi gets up, throwing her hands around my neck and locking her legs at my lower back. The angle allows me to get deeper inside her.

We look into each other’s eyes while I thrust into her with hard, deliberate strokes, hoping she’ll feel me inside her days, months, fucking years after I’m out. Her hands cradle my jaw as she reaches up, pressing her lips to mine. We kiss and breathe each other in, our movements so tender, so raw, they feel lodged inside my chest.

I want to pull away, tell her this wasn’t part of the agreement. It definitely doesn’t feel the way a one-time hookup would, but I’m too far gone in the moment to do anything but let her take whatever she needs.

I kiss her as I fuck her, when I know I shouldn’t do either.

My tongue explores her mouth again, her fingers brushing over my scruff, and for several long moments, we’re lost in each other.

Lost, when that’s the last thing we should be.

Everything collides inside me, leaving a wreckage I’ll be cleaning up long after she’s gone. My senses, my mind, and my will are all overpowered by a woman who seems hellbent on taking all my power.

The interruption to my daily scheduled life.

My fucking headache.

I detach my lips from hers, keeping them a breath away as we watch each other. Kavi’s hands never release my jaw, her thumbs rubbing my cheek, creating havoc inside me. It’s too personal, too intimate, too fucking intense, and not at all what this was supposed to be.

Her walls tense around me and I grip her hips in a brutal hold, my fingers digging possessively into her ass. I can’t tear my eyes from her no matter how hard I try, knowing everything is getting blurred—my vision, my feelings. The fucking lines.

When I slowly pull out and plunge in deeper—once, then twice—Kavi clamps down on me, releasing a long moan while her mouth forms an ‘O’. “Hudson, I’m . . . Oh, God . . .”

Her eyes squeeze shut as her orgasm rolls through her, spurring my release. I jerk my hips forward a few more times without finesse. My body quakes, crumbling around her, as my lengthy groan fills the room and my dick fills my condom for what feels like hours.

“Fuck, Kav.” My forehead lands on her shoulder as I heave in lungfuls of breaths, letting the shock waves pass through my body. Her fingernails drag down my back gently before I place a kiss on her shoulder blade. “Fuck me, that was . . .”

I don’t have the words. No words would do it justice, anyway.

Lifting my head a few silent moments later, I let my eyes trail over her beautiful face, lingering on the stud on her lip. Her lazy smile punches me hard in the gut, and I steel myself from pulling her into another kiss.

Because doing so might mark the beginning of my end.