21. Lacy
21
LACY
T here’s no breeze. The birds are asleep, and my body is cocooned in a soft cashmere makeshift bed. It should be hard lying here on the ground. I expected bugs or at least the calls of wild animals, but instead the ground is softened by a range of blankets and cushions, and Hudson's body is keeping my internal thermostat high and my heart racing.
I feel Hudson’s cell phone vibrate, and he looks at it quickly.
“It’s my mom,” he says, and I’m immediately on edge.
“Is everything alright?” I ask, trying to sit up and he smiles.
“Everything is fine. She is just telling me that they started another show and have finished the chocolate chip ice cream already. Apparently, it’s a series, and they want to binge-watch another one tonight, so we have a little bit more time together before you turn into a pumpkin,” he says, grinning, and I huff out a laugh as the fight- or-flight stress I felt just now dissipates from my body. I lie back down, snuggling into his warm embrace once again.
Taking a deep breath, I look back up. My eyes connect with the myriad of bright stars we can see tonight in the midnight-blue sky. I try to think of a time when I didn’t jolt when the phone rang unexpectedly or when I wasn’t worried for my mom, but nothing comes to mind. I know she is safe, well looked after, and probably having the time of her life watching her old movies with one of her best friends, knowing that I’m out with Hudson. I run my hand along Hudson’s chest, and he curls me into him. Swallowing roughly, I feel his ridges and his solid frame under his button-down before my gaze flicks back up to the sky.
“That one there. See how they connect? It’s called the Big Dipper,” I tell him, pointing up to the sky as my heart bounces around in my chest. We have been here for about an hour, talking and dissecting the stars.
“There’s the Little Dipper, right?” he asks, pointing up as well, and I smile.
“You are right again, Doctor Hamilton,” I tease. He already knows so much about the stars. “You have been reading a lot,” I say, turning my head to look into his eyes. We are snuggled in close, so close our noses almost touch.
“Hmmm, I had a good teacher.” His playful voice deepens, his eyes searching my face. I see him look at my lips and back at me, and my nerves skyrocket as my stomach flip-flops onto itself .
“Kiss me.” The words leave me before I even realize I’m going to say them, and he doesn’t hesitate. He lowers his face an inch before his lips meet mine. He kisses me slowly at first, gently caressing my lips with his own in a sensual dance. I lean against him when I feel his hand cup my jaw, tilting my head up a little before his tongue sweeps across my lip and darts inside. My insides quiver, but I want him so badly. The more time I spend with him, the more I feel like me. Just Lacy. Just a regular woman. And right now, I just want Hudson.
My heart is pumping as I turn onto my side to face him completely. I run my hand around his waist to his back, and his arm underneath me holds me closer, sealing my front to his. Our tongues tangle as my lips tingle, and my body hums before my leg slowly crosses over his.
“Lacy… baby,” he moans, making my pussy throb. His kisses become firmer, his hand cupping my face, moving my head exactly where he needs me to consume me fully. It’s quiet except for little moans which I now realize are coming from me, my body almost vibrating in need.
“Hudson…” His name is a mere whisper off my tongue as he adjusts slightly as his mouth peppers my jaw with kisses before he moves farther south, kissing my neck. A shiver rolls down my spine, and my nipples peak as he nibbles on that spot right behind my ear where my neck meets my shoulder, the spot that has me turning to liquid in his hold. I have nothing else on my mind but him, his touch, the way he’s embracing my body.
“God, you are beautiful,” he murmurs against my skin, his breath a light caress. Our legs entwine with each other’s, and I can feel him hard against my hips, my underwear growing damp. Any inhibitions I have had fall to the wayside, my body almost on autopilot as it craves his touch. Needing some friction, my hips move against his, just as his denim-clad thigh lifts like he knows what I need. I grind down on him, seeking something, anything, that will provide some relief to my throbbing clit.
He moves back to my lips, our kisses now more demanding, and my hips move involuntarily against him. A low growl rumbles from his chest, but his lips don’t move from mine as his hand smooths from my jaw down my body, taking his time, feeling the curves of my shoulders, skimming across my front, cupping my breasts before he grazes the hem of my sweater and his fingers skirt across the bare skin at my waist.
“I want to touch you,” he says on a breath, and I nod against his lips. “I need your words, Lacy baby,” he says, brushing his nose across my jaw, his lips not far behind.
“Yes… Hudson…” I almost pant the words, feeling needy for his touch. It’s been a long time since I was in this position with a man. In fact, every other partner I have had was a mere boy when compared to someone like Hudson. Hudson is taller and broader than any other man I have been with, and from what I can gauge from the hardness pressed against my belly, he’s bigger elsewhere too. Not that my history is extensive. I haven’t even orgasmed with a man before. That joy can only be achieved by my own hand.
“I love my name on your lips.” His hand skims underneath my top and up my bare torso, my skin tingling as he cups my breast on the outside of my bra. My body arches into his warm touch automatically as I move my own hand to the front of his jeans, letting my fingers drag across his skin at his belt, then dipping beneath a little, and I feel another shiver ripple across his body.
“I love your hands on my body,” I whisper, biting my bottom lip so I don’t start purring like a cat in heat.
I don’t know if it’s the fact that we’re way up here in isolation on his property, whether it’s being with him and in his arms, or if it’s because I’m in my safe space under the stars, but I sit up abruptly and grab my sweater at the hem, whipping it from my body and leaving me just in jeans and my bra.
“Fuck,” Hudson groans, and then he is on me in under a second. His lips crash into mine as his body covers mine, settling me on my back and positioning himself between my parted legs. I feel all of him now and my hips move immediately, rubbing against his hardened length, and even with our jeans still a barrier, it’s already amazing. Brandishing my lips, he runs his down my neck, my head falling back and exposing my neck to him as he peppers kisses along my skin, moving down to my chest, pulling the cup of my bra down and taking my nipple in his mouth.
“Ahhh, Hudson. Mmmmm…” I whimper, jutting out my chest as he sucks on my nipple and his hand molds my other breast. Skin pebbling with goosebumps, my heart races. My usual busy mind is empty, my mind solely on this moment, on him, and instead of thinking ab out all the things I need to do, the only thoughts I have are wanting more of this, more of him.
Moving his mouth to my other breast, his tongue laps at my nipple as his hand cups my curved waist, squeezing me tight like he can’t get enough or like he is ensuring I’m real, before lowering to the waist of my jeans.
“I want… I…” I pant out, my body now on fire as my hand grabs at his shirt. “Off…” I say, not making any sense, but he knows exactly what I want as he sits up on his knees, looking down at me, and grabs his shirt at the back of his neck. As he whips it straight over his head and off his body, I lie stunned for a moment and take in his naked torso. I wasn’t sure what I was expecting, but it wasn’t what I’m seeing now. I blink a few times like I am trying to fix blurry eyesight, but the visual remains the same.
“Surprised?” he asks cheekily, still sitting up on his knees in front of me. I lift onto my elbows to get a better view. His hand drops to my face and rubs his knuckles up and down my jaw, and it’s then I realize I am staring open-mouthed at him.
“Like I said, it’s good to have a stress reliever… Stars are your hobby, this is mine,” he says, and my eyes flick from his, back to the canvas of art I’m seeing covering his entire chest area. It’s dark, so I can’t make out all the tattoos he has, but there are many. Staying clear of the neckline, they finish just above his wrists, so in his business attire you would not even know any of this is underneath. It’s a total contradiction between the smart, sophisticated doctor everyone sees. But it makes him im mediately more approachable to a girl like me, and I like it. A lot.
Without thinking, I sit up, lean forward, and put my lips to his skin. I kiss him softly and slowly, across his pecs, his muscles so taut; clearly, he isn’t eating ice cream sundaes every week or indulging in cookies from the diner on a regular basis either. He is hot, hard, his muscles defined, and he hisses as my tongue darts out. I lick him, and his hand cups the back of my head, tilting me up as he leans over and looks at me from above. When I flick out my tongue, licking his nipple, he leans over, kissing me again, even more ravenously. As he does, my hands move to his belt, and I pull it open in my haste, wanting to explore the rest of him. His grip on the back of my head tightens as he pulls the hair at my nape, my lips opening in unison for his tongue to assault my mouth. I’m totally and utterly in this moment. I love letting him lead like this, moving my head where he wants to, gripping on to my hair so tightly the sting is small but welcome. It’s nice to have someone else take control. My day-to-day life is so scheduled and so overmanaged, giving myself over like this is like my own private medicine.
“Lie back.” His voice is rough, his command clear, and I move automatically, doing exactly what he says. I’m breathless as I lie back onto the soft blankets, him on his knees, looking down at me. His finger trails over my bare skin, skimming between my breasts and landing at the button on my jeans.
“I want my lips on you, Lacy,” he says, but it sounds more like a growl .
“Yes… Yessss…” I whisper, panting in a way I don’t even recognize. I feel like a deprived woman who has been waiting for this moment for years, and that isn’t too far from the truth. I trust Hudson, and under the quiet night sky, there is nowhere else I want to be but here.
Opening my jeans, he lowers the zipper and pulls the denim from my hips, straight down my legs in one almost fluid motion. The cool air hits my skin, and I slowly move my body against the soft blanket at my back, trying to combat the coolness on my front.
“Shit,” Hudson grits out. “You are a fucking vision.” His eyes travel up and down the length of me, now in nothing but my matching set of underwear. He takes his time, drinking me in, giving me a moment to catch my breath. The underwear I’m wearing was a gift from Victoria. She told me men love lace, and I have never had an occasion to wear the matching set until now. At this moment, I have never been more grateful to my friend because this set is my one and only pair of nice underwear and it’s been sitting in the back of my drawer for months.
Getting naked and turned on by a billionaire under the night sky on his multimillion-dollar ranch was never something I ever thought would happen to me. His finger hits the hem of my underwear, ducking underneath and skimming my skin at my hip. The soft touch makes my skin quiver as he breezes across my ticklish spot, before he grips my hip tighter as he lowers his head to mine.
“I want you to touch me,” I tell him, needing him to know I want him. I want this.
“Ohhh, baby, I plan to do more than touch,” he murmurs against my lips with a sexy-as-sin smirk on his face before he kisses down my body, his hands trailing down my sides.
I should be cold, shivering, the night air almost frigid, but I’m burning up, desire swirling in my body like it never has before. Hudson's body sinks onto mine, and my legs open on either side of him instantly. When his lips hit my lace underwear, I gasp. It has literally been years since a man has had his mouth on me. His large warm hand grabs my ankle and then smooths up my leg, pushing me open wider before he sinks his fingers under the lace again, pulling the wet fabric to the side.
“Oh God.” I should be embarrassed by my neediness, how turned on I am, but I can’t process that as I anticipate his touch. It’s like I’m vibrating, strung tight with anticipation, yet melting like butter for more of him. He is taking his time, which is killing me, my body in a heightened state.
“You are glistening in the moonlight, baby,” he says, his mouth so close to me, I can feel his warm breath on my inner thigh.
I whimper in agreement, knowing how wet I am for him. I feel like I am pulsating, the need to have his lips on me almost making me combust.
“Such a pretty pussy,” he murmurs quietly as his fingers drag up my center, his touch soft before his lips press onto me, and I almost jolt up from the blanket.
“Hudson!” I gasp at the contact, and his grip firms from where his hands are now laced around the backs of my upper thighs.
His responding hum vibrates around my center, and my body arches, my hips already moving against his mouth as he seals his lips to my clit.
“Oh God… Ohh, Hudson, right there.” My moans are uncontrollable. I had no idea how wound tight I was. With one hand, I grip on to the soft cashmere at my side, pulling the material into a white-knuckled grip as Hudson circles my clit with his tongue before sucking on it, the pattern repeating itself over and over, getting faster and faster with every swipe.
“You taste so good, Lacy,” he groans, licking a strip along my opening, and the compliment makes me bite my bottom lip. I feel amazing with his mouth on my body.
“Yes! Oh God, yes…” I moan, my body almost out of control as my hips grind against his face, and his hands grip on to me tighter. I wonder briefly if I’m suffocating him, but I’m too far gone to really care. My mind is complete mush, and all I can think about is chasing my high. My other hand drops to the back of his head, and I dig my fingers into his hair, which elicits a rumble from his chest as his movement quickens.
“That’s it, baby, take what you need,” he says quickly before his lips are back on me and sucking, flicking, and swirling on my clit some more. I grind against his face, squirming, my confidence increasing.
“Hudson… it feels so good… too good,” I say breathily, my eyes closed, my head feeling dizzy as my pussy pulsates under his tongue. He moves his hand then, and it sweeps across my thigh before he’s pushing a finger inside me.
“Oh my God, oh my God…” I pant. I haven’t really wa tched porn, but I have a feeling this is exactly what they sound like. With no other noise around us, the property in darkness and nature asleep, my moans and pants and whimpers are vibrant in the air, but I can't stop them, and I don’t even want to.
“Come on my tongue. Let go for me,” Hudson tells me, as his tongue teases my clit again, his finger moving in and out with perfectly pressured thrusts as I push my head back into the soft blankets, feeling myself reach the peak.
“Oh God… oh God… oooooooh, Hudson!” I’m crying out within the next blink, letting out a little squeal, looking up at the stars as he provides me with my own. My body arches as Hudson's head remains buried, sucking on my clit, and my entire body shudders in his hold as I come. I’m breathless, quivering as Hudson slows his movements and peppers kisses to my clit and upper thighs before crawling up my body. I feel like I have spent a month at a day spa with how relaxed I am now.
He is still in his opened jeans, his hardness bigger than before, and he hovers over me, waiting for me to look at him. My cheeks heat as I slowly open my eyes, my body completely liquid, as it dawns on me that was my first orgasm a man has ever given me.
“You alright?” he asks, watching me carefully, a small grin dancing on his face.
“I’m better than alright,” I whisper, my eyes hazy. As I look at him in a new light, a smile curls my lips. I run my hands through his hair, the softness in stark contrast to his hard body. “I want to feel you,” I say quietly as my hand trails down his cheek, his shoulder, his skin warm under my touch.
I no longer feel like the daughter of a sick woman or the girl who was tied up and left for dead. I feel like Lacy. A smart, independent woman who knows exactly what she wants. And what she wants is staring right back at her.