Chapter 17 Willow
WILLOW
Hudson draws me toward him, and I glide through the water and into his arms. When our lips collide, I let out a little sigh as I surrender to his insistent mouth. His arms around me are the safe place I’ve been looking for. His touch is both electric and safe, lighting me up and making me bold.
“Willow...” He breathes my name as his hand slides up my thigh and over my hip. The water makes my body fluid, and my legs float around him. “You’ve been driving me crazy.”
His palm cups my ass, and as he draws me closer toward him, my legs wrap around him and brush against his hard cock. The sensation makes my back arch, and I let out a moan as heat and need flood my pussy.
Skinny dipping was just another way to get under his skin. I like shocking Hudson, and I liked watching him break. Watching him give in to me. But now I’m the one whimpering in his arms, completely exposed and vulnerable.
I’ve lost the control I had, and I desperately want it back. Flirting with Hudson is the one thing I can control in my life right now. He’s my distraction and my challenge, and if he keeps rubbing me against him like this, I will completely lose it. And I’m not ready for that.
I unwrap my legs from his waist and pull my body away.
“Are you okay? Do you want me to stop?” Hudson’s still trying to look after me. It’s sweet, and his care makes me feel safe—safe enough to push his boundaries. There’s something about the straight-laced ex-SEAL that brings out my brattiest behavior.
I have never in my life been this forward with a man. But Hudson is so fun to play with, and I know he won’t harm me.
I float out of his arms and spin him gently around so his back is to the ladder. “I’m fine.”
He cocks his head at me, and he must be able to tell by the grin on my face that I’m up to something.
The water makes maneuvering the big guy easy, and he lets me guide him to the edge of the pool until his back bumps up against the ladder.
“You want to get out?”
I shake my head. “Nope.” I glide toward him until our bodies touch. My hands slide down his rock-hard chest, and damn, this man is ripped. My fingers trail over every hard ridge until I get to the soft trail of dark hair that leads into his underwear.
My fingers hook over the top of his underwear, tugging at them.
“Willow…” It comes out as a warning—or a promise. We both know what will happen if he gets his underwear off.
My body tingles with anticipation. I want this. But there’s something I want to do first. I want to make the big SEAL come undone.
As my fingers glide his underwear over his hips, I take a deep breath and sink under the water. I hear Hudson gasp, and I love that I’ve surprised him again.
Though water goes up my nose, I breathe it out slowly, making little bubbles rise to the surface.
It’s dark under the water; the moonlight barely penetrates, but it’s enough to see the dark shadow of his cock bob in the water as I release it from his underwear.
I leave them around his thighs and grasp the base of his cock in my fist. He jerks forward, and I part my lips.
Water floods into my mouth, and I push it out as my mouth closes around his cock.
I have no idea what this feels like for him—the mixture of hot water and lips and my mouth, but based on the way his body jerks, I think he likes it.
I glide my lips down his length and let my tongue run around his tip.
Then he’s tugging at my shoulders and pulling me out of the water. Letting his dick slide out of my mouth, I come up for air.
“Fuck, Willow. You’ll drown”
I giggle at his discomfort. “You want me to stop?”
“Yes. No.” He runs a hand through his hair. “Fuck. You confuse the hell out of me.”
“I take that as a compliment.”
He reaches over to the control panel by the ladder. “At least turn off the jets.” He pushes a button, and the jets fall silent.
Then he draws me to him, but I push against him. His underwear is trapped around his thighs, and I lean down to pull them off.
“Wait.” He stops my hand. “If we’re going to do this, we need to agree on the rules of engagement.”
“The rules of what?” I sway in the water in front of him, and his gaze follows my breasts.
“The, um . . . Like is this just for while we’re here, is this just sex…?”
I reach underwater, and my fingertips brush along the side of his cock. Hudson’s words turn to a gargle in his throat.
“Why do there have to be rules, Hudson?”
My hand wraps around his dick, and he sucks in a breath.
“Don’t overthink it. Just enjoy the moment.”
Before he can talk about any more rules and overthink his way to stopping this, I sink underwater and pull his underwear down and off his legs with one tug.
Once that’s done, I find his cock. I don’t like thinking about his rules, and I want to find the place where I’m in control.
And that place is with my mouth wrapped around him.
He jerks in the water as my lips caress his tip. I let his cock float into my mouth before expelling the water and gently sucking. His moans are muffled through the water, and I suck harder, loving his noises of pleasure.
He tugs at my shoulders, but I keep going even as my lungs beg for air. My hand trails over his balls as I slide his cock in and out of my mouth.
Again, he tugs at my shoulders, and I release his cock to come up for air.
“You can’t keep going underwater. You might run out of breath.”
I note there’s no more talk of rules. I keep one hand on his cock, my fingertips lightly trailing over his sensitive areas.
His eyes are hooded with desire, and he draws me toward him for a hungry kiss. His hands run over my body, and it’s electric. My breasts bump up against him, and every part of my body wants more. Wet lips caress my neck as his hand runs over my skin.
In Hudson’s arms, I feel my control slipping away. It would be easy to lose myself in him, to give in to his deft fingers and hungry mouth. To let him possess me. But I’m not ready to give in to him.
Pulling out of his embrace, I slide my hands down his chest. They linger in the water, my fingertips brushing his cock as it bobs between us.
“If you don’t want me to go underwater, then you’d better move up a few rungs.” I slide my shoulders underwater and take a big breath. But before I can go under, Hudson shifts on the ladder.
“Wait.” He moves up a rung, and water slides off his hard muscles like Adonis surfacing from a lake.
I stay crouched in the water until he moves up another rung and his cock floats to the surface. I capture it in my hand and roll it between my palms.
Hudson moans. “Fuck, Willow, I have no restraint around you.”
He moves up another rung, and his cock is fully out of the water. Hudson grips the edges of the ladder while I grip his cock.
My eyes lock on his as I part my lips and slide him between them. I’ve been wanting to do this ever since I saw his eyes darken when I sucked the grease off his fingers this morning. And now his eyes darken again.
“Fuck.” He’s become monosyllabic, and I love that he can’t speak. I want to break through his rules and his barriers and show him what it’s like to surrender.
My lips move over his length, working it with my hands and my mouth. I float my legs out behind me and let the rhythm of the water glide me back and forward, dictating my movements around his cock.
The heat of the water makes me hungry for him, and I take my time, as if devouring a fine meal. Hudson watches me, the stars twinkling behind him, and he sucks in his breath as I glide down his length.
His hands tangle in my hair, and I plant my feet as I pick up speed.
“Fuck, Willow.” He pulls my head back. “I’m not going to last.”
I cling on with my mouth, refusing to let him go yet. I’m not ready for him to come either, so I slow down. And he gives an exasperated cry as I return to gentle kisses and caresses and flicks of the tongue.
He writhes against the ladder and thrusts into my mouth. But every time he thrusts, I push back with nothing more than a kiss to his tip. Finally, he gets the message. I’m in control, and I’ll dictate the pace and when he can come.
The stars move in the sky, and Hudson sighs and swears and calls my name, exasperated and desperate. He pulls at my hair and grips the ladder and jerks and writhes with every change of pace.
Finally, when I notice the goosebumps on his arms from the cold air, when I know for sure I have this powerful man who likes to be in control under my power .
. . only then do I let him pull my head toward him so his cock does deeper, and this time I don’t push back.
This time, I open my throat and suck and tug and lick until his body goes ridged then spasms, and he releases into my mouth as he shouts my name into the night.