22. Hudson
22
HUDSON
I watch her closely, seeing a flickering of emotions cross her eyes. My heart is thudding, my body hot and my dick so hard in my jeans it could split wood. But I wait. I have no idea how experienced she is with men, but after that orgasm barreled through her and onto my lips, I feel like it has been a long time for her.
“I want to do that again,” she whispers so delicately it barely reaches me. As she smiles up at me, her whole face lights up, and I sink down to her and kiss her plush lips. I wasn’t sure of a lot of things coming here tonight. I wasn’t sure if she would open up to me; I wasn’t sure if she wanted me as much as I wanted her, but right here, right now, all hesitation flies completely out the window.
“Damn, Lacy baby, I could do that every day of the week,” I murmur, my nose nudging hers, and I see her biting her bottom lip, a dead giveaway she is thinking about something, so I pause for a moment. I watch her face; her eyes look a little glassy, and it’s almost like her stresses are melting away right before my eyes. Those beautiful butterfly wings are spreading, and I feel Lacy the woman starting to bloom even more.
“I want to taste you.” Her voice is so soft with her admission, even as my dick twitches in response, I need to make sure that’s really what she wants.
“You don’t have to,” I say, shaking my head. I don’t want her feeling like she has to repay me for anything.
“I want to,” she says, more firmly this time, answering my internal question. I look at her, seeing if I can see any hesitation in her face. There is nothing but wanting, which heats my body from the inside out.
“I have been dreaming of having your lips on me,” I admit, and her grin widens.
“Looks like we both get what we want, then.” Sitting up quickly, she forces me to move and roll over onto my back as she straddles me. In nothing but her underwear, under the navy inked sky, this is a sight that will live rent free in my head for years to come. Bathed in nothing but the full moonlight, in lace, looking so innocent and perfect.
“You are fucking phenomenal, you know that baby?” I tell her, the endearment falling with ease from my lips. Her slight blush and her small smile tell me my words resonate somewhere within her. I run my hands up her bare thighs, both to keep her warm and to touch her, not able to stop and loving how soft she is.
“You keep showering me with your words and your gifts, Hudson, and I’m going to be one very spoiled woman.” She runs her hands across my naked torso, and my skin prickles in the wake of her touch. She is right. I want to spoil her. Shower her with affection, lust, and gifts. I know she isn’t someone who has had a lot of any of that, and I want to be the man who gives it all to her.
I admire her now, seeing that the strength she shows so much in her everyday life comes out in her sexual prowess. And while I know she hasn’t had a boyfriend in a long time, thanks to the gossip I hear from my mother, I have a feeling Lacy is just as confident with herself in the bedroom as she is out of it.
“I want you to tell me about all this, but another time,” she says, eyeing my chest, the colors and patterns swirling on my skin. They’ve been my own private endeavor. The creativity, the pain, all of it has helped me over the past few years. Her hands delicately move down my bare torso, her nails lightly scraping my skin, making me swallow a moan.
I push my jeans down as she lowers my underwear, and my dick is raging, popping straight out for her, and I revel in her sharp intake of breath. She bites her bottom lip again as her eyes remain glued to my cock, so I palm it, wrap my hand around myself, and pump. Having never been this hard before, I pray I don't come too soon.
“Isn’t that my job?” she says, looking at me with one eyebrow raised in a challenge, and I smirk.
“Get to it then, baby. Wrap that pretty mouth around me and suck,” I tell her, the words a little tougher than my usual, but her eyes widen slightly in delight, her hips moving against my upper thighs, trying to grab some friction again already. I’ve noticed she likes me telling her what to do. I have a feeling she has had to make a lot of decisions in her life up until now, and having someone else take the reins for her is something she leans into .
She shuffles down and replaces my hand with her own, and my breath catches as she touches me for the first time. Her hand is small, soft, and delicate against me, and I watch her lower her head before her tongue darts out and licks across my tip.
“Shit,” I hiss, tensing my core, the anticipation of having her mouth on me pushing me to nearly my breaking point. One hand grips on to the blankets, the other resting behind my head.
“Mmmmm,” she moans as she takes another lick, her hand holding me like a fucking lollipop for her enjoyment.
I growl deep and low, my hips wanting to thrust up, the urge to fuck her face racing to the surface, but I remain steady. She is teasing me, so I let her.
“Are you playing with me, Lacy baby?” I ask her, my teeth grinding, holding in the ache I have for her.
“Maybe…” she purrs against my skin like a fucking sex kitten, dragging her lips down my length and back. Seeing her as a seductress like this is a new need unlocked. She is sultry and tantalizing, and I now crave her in an entirely different way.
She leans over some more, taking the tip of me in her mouth, wrapping her lips around me so they are pouty on my cock and sucking. I groan at the feel of her warm, wet mouth. It’s perfection, just like the rest of her.
“That’s it…” I praise. I’m not classifying this as edging, but she’s teasing me and is very close to the line. I’m trying very hard to keep it together in equal parts enjoyment and equal parts torture. Letting her lead, letting her set the pace .
“I like the way you taste,” she says before taking me in a little deeper.
“Lacy, shit… baby…” I choke out. I should be ready for the feeling of her mouth on me, but I’m not. I love getting head. Most guys do. But the visual of Lacy in her underwear, out here under the stars, there isn’t a time I could think of that has been better than this.
“Hudson,” she moans, then takes me even deeper, and I lift my hips a little. Not able to hold on a moment longer, I hit the back of her throat.
“Fuck, baby…” As I watch her start to bob up and down on me, I’m a goner. Her long brown hair covers her face as she works me over, so I pull it up in my hand, holding it tightly at the back of her head.
“You look so pretty with my cock in your mouth.” This feeling is overwhelming, and my dirty talk comes straight out. I see her wiggle her hips, again trying to find friction, and I smirk. She likes me talking to her like this.
She hums in appreciation on my cock, and it thickens even more as the vibrations wrap around my skin, prickling my balls.
“Fuck me,” I groan again, as my teeth clench harder. My stomach muscles are working overtime, my abs tight as she goes deeper with every motion, but I can’t avert my eyes from watching as I slide in and out of her mouth. She is tasting me thoroughly, moaning on my cock with eagerness, sucking, licking, and bobbing, her mouth a tool of magic.
All my senses have rushed to my cock as her hand slides over her curves and dips down her thighs.
“Jesus, baby, you are fucking amazing. Touch yourself, Lacy… Is your pussy wet for me? Is it throbbing?” I ask her, breathless, wanting my lips on hers again but unable to move. She feels too fucking good sucking on my dick.
“Mmm-hmm.” Nodding around me, her hips buckle, and I know she is touching herself.
“God, I want to taste you again already, your sweetness on my tongue…” I moan, my eyes almost rolling backward as I feel my balls tighten. “I’m going to come, baby… I’m going to come straight down your throat, and you are going to come on your fingers…” I warn her, and she doesn’t stop, pushing me closer to ecstasy.
Sweat has broken out against my forehead, and my eyes are glued to her mouth before I flick them to her hips, seeing her hips moving against her hand, faster and faster as her moans muffle around my cock. I know she is close too.
“Holy shit. Baby, I’m coming… Fuuuuuuck, fuck.” Matching the speed of her own hips, mine thrust up, and I let go, not able to hang on a moment longer.
“Lacy!” I roar into the night sky, just as I hear her choked scream, her mouth and throat opening wider as they relax with her orgasm, and I come down her throat with one last thrust.
I lie, panting, my eyes open, looking at the stars she loves so much, trying to calm my racing heart. Lacy slowly pulls off me with a pop, gasping for air as I let go of her hair. Her hands run up my chest, and she slowly falls against me. Her body seals to mine, our skin coated in a light sheen of sweat as we both come down from our highs.
“That was amazing…” I say on a heavy exhale, my ha nd coming to her head and stroking her hair, my body now liquid. “Good girl, Lacy baby,” I tell her, and she sits up to look at me. I kiss her a little, my hands immediately lowering down her back, finding her ass as I grip on to it tight, getting a handful of lace and muscle. Her legs fall on either side of me, and while we are sated for now, I have a feeling that our need for each other is going to grow and my hunger to have her again is going to be harder to tamp down. Trailing my hand up her bare back, she peppers kisses to my lips and jaw until she gets to my ear.
“I like you calling me that,” she whispers, like it is a secret, but there is no one around for miles, so it isn’t like anyone can hear.
“Lacy baby?” I ask her, grinning into her hair, her face still buried near my ear, thinking of her nickname.
“Your good girl…” she admits, and a contented growl rumbles in my chest.
This night couldn't be more perfect.