Chapter 4 #3
He didn’t respond but instead pulled me closer.
The TV was on seconds later. We decided on the latest Shaft movie and just lay there.
Absolutely nothing in me gave a shit about this movie.
Shoot, I hadn’t paid the movie any attention since his hand found my side.
Of course my ribbed T-shirt had risen, so his bare hand was on my flesh, and man did it feel good.
He rubbed in circular motions, sure to stop every so often and reverse the direction.
“You keep rubbing on me like that and I’ll be sleep rather than watching this movie, Hudson.”
He stopped abruptly, a thick chuckle escaping his lips. “Don’t matter if I’m rubbing on you or not. Yeen watching this fucking movie as it is.”
I laughed. “You picked it.” I was teetering on the edge of something else, but the more timid parts of me had me just laying here cheek to his chest like a lil bitch.
When he didn’t respond, I tilted my head upward, looking at him, and damn.
I shouldn’t have done that because now I wanted him to kiss me, because I wanted to kiss him.
I wanted to do more than kiss him, but he said he was following my lead. Fuck it.
I sat up, looking down at him as he looked at me.
In his eyes I felt seen, like really seen.
With his eyes on me, I leaned down into his space, kissing him.
What I had lied and convinced myself would be a quick peck was so much more.
I realized that when I found myself straddling his lap and pushing myself against him.
“I want you… like now,” I murmured into his lips before pulling back for air.
“You sure about that?” he asked, those serious eyes waiting for my answer.
“Yes.”
He nodded, then with no hesitation or pause at all, he eased off the side of the bed and carried me over to the dresser. That’s when it dawned on me, I was wearing jeans, and not just any jeans. I was wearing the ones that were hell to get on, but even more hellish to get off.
He first helped me out of my tank top, stepping between my legs, trailing kisses from my chest to the side of my face then my lips.
At the same time he unfastened my jeans, then those massive hands found my top of the jeans and began to peel them down my thighs.
It was easier for him to get me out of my jeans than it was to get me in them.
When he finally had them rolled down my legs and off, he tossed them with a vengeance. “Don’t put them fucking jeans back on, G.” He looked up at me with the most serious eyes. He then placed his body back between my legs, this time his hands on both sides of my face.
“They’re my favorite jeans.”
He chuckled before his lips seized ahold of mine again. His hands went from my face to my hips, pulling me closer to him from the dresser. I felt like I was just there, feeling him feel me.
He picked me up again, carrying my body back over to the bed. The moment my body touched the cool sheets, he removed every other piece of clothing that acted as a barrier between him and my flesh. I was inclined to help him but stopped when he told me he had it.
Just when I thought he was done, he leaned down and put my leg on his shoulder, pushing his face into my center.
“Damn you so fucking wet for me, G,” he complimented between licks.
“Mhmm,” I moaned, knowing I wouldn’t last long because besides my fingers and the toy I hid in my nightstand drawer, it had been a while. “Fuck.” I was ready to break out of my skin from the way he zeroed in on my center with laser focus.
Using his index and middle fingers to tease my opening, he licked and sucked at my pearl.
I came so hard, so soon, but the way he was down there slurping and still licking had my soul ready to abandon its post. He then wiped his mess on my inner thighs before also licking them to clean me up.
Once my body stopped trembling enough, I scooted up the bed, earning a chuckle from him.
He was on his feet in seconds, staring at me with the very look an animal gave its prey. Yep, I had fucked up, because this man was about to destroy me. “You so fucking perfect, Greene with an e.”
I was so starstruck by the thick length between his legs, I was about to say that shit back. I became tongue tied when his skin was against mine. Something about the anticipation of feeling him inside of me.
His sweats and drawers were pooled at his feet before he approached the bed, planting himself between my legs.
His hands rested on my inner thighs in the spaces his lips had just been, sending jolts of pure static electricity racing up and down my spine.
Shit, I was stuck because I knew if it went any further down my ass would’ve been electrocuted.
Shit, was that even fucking possible? Hell no, wait was it?
In the midst of my mental tangent. this man, shit, Hudson had climbed onto the bed and began feeding his dick into my center slowly, one hand holding my thigh in place while he bit into his bottom lip.
It felt like he was breaking me in two, but in the most pleasurable way possible.
“Sssss,” I hissed like a snake. Just when I thought he was done, shit, he wasn’t. He had more dick.
Once all the way in, he leaned forward, locking both of my hands above my head with one hand and once again invading my neck with his lips.
That other hand though, shit, that other hand.
He held me in place and began to rock into me slowly, but so powerful I could hear this fucking bed move.
I heard myself teetering toward the edge.
I was ready to lose my fucking mind every time he pulled back and dropped his body back against mine, his dick bottoming out inside of me.
When he finally let my arms go, I wrapped them around his body, trying to hold on as tightly as possible as he thrusted forward then pulled back, repeating the motion with no mercy.
I leaned up, kissing, slightly nibbling, on his bottom lip.
“Fuck… fuck.. fuck…Hudson,” I moaned, feeling my body begin to shake and the puddle between my legs growing.
“I’m about to, shitttt.”
“Let that shit rock, G.” He spoke through thrusts.
“Mhmm,” I cried out, feeling my body shatter like it had never before.
He came soon after, nearly collapsing on top of me. “Shit, you know I’m not done, right?” he said right after, short of breath.
I held on to him, scared that if he moved the moment would end and the feelings emitted would be no more.
“Mhmm.” I don’t think I’d ever felt the way he made me feel and that was scary.
After sending my body to peaks I never thought possible, we showered together, then he used those massive hands to massage body oil into my skin.
I could get used to this, but I knew better than to do such.
He lived god knows how many thousands of miles away and I lived here.
He had a life where he was from, even though he was currently running from it, and I had a life here.
Nothing could come of this but a cute lil moment we could both blame on the holidays and a weathered friendship that would fall apart as soon as he returned to his normal life.
“You know you done fucked up, right?” he asked, voice filled with the sleep he was fighting hours into the evening.
“How?” I asked, turning so I was now resting my chin on his bare chest.
“Because not only have you let me get to know you, but you’ve also let me feel parts of you that I could see myself calling home.”
“Don’t do that, Hudson.”
“Do what?” he asked, his tone confused.
“Say things like that when you know you can’t stay here. You have a life elsewhere, right? One that even though you needed a break from it, you still have to return to it at some point.”
“Greene.” He sighed, staring up at the ceiling then back at me.
“No, Hudson. Let’s just enjoy the time we have here.” I said that more for myself than for him. I mean, I was spewing this, but did I believe it?