Chapter 18 Hudson
HUDSON
Fucking hell. I have never come undone the way I just did in Willow’s mouth. She undid me. Completely. Now, she’s grinning at me like the cat who caught the canary. Damn woman played me like a fiddle, edging me toward an orgasm and then pulling back until I was putty in her hands.
I’ve never lost control like that with a woman.
But Willow isn’t just any woman. She’s gotten under my skin like no one else has, and under the lust that’s coursing through my veins, there’s something more. A longing in my chest to make her mine that goes beyond the physical.
As my body sags, I sink into the water, and the warmth stings against my cold body. I hadn’t noticed the cool air around me, but the tingle as my body wakes up has every part of me coming alive. Every part. My cock stirs back to life as she bumps up against me.
Willow will pay for this. In the best way.
“That was incredible.”
She grins as she floats toward me in the water. When she’s within reach, I slide my arm around her and draw her to me. She tips her head back, and her eyes sparkle in the moonlight.
My other arm slides under her legs, and I stand up as I scoop her out of the water.
She gives a surprised shriek, and the grin turns to wide-eyed shock as I hoist her over my shoulder. Her wet breasts slap against my back, and I shift my hold to her thighs. Her pussy presses into my shoulder, and I feel the scratch of her hair on my skin.
“What are you doing?”
She wiggles against me, and I tighten my hold on her thighs.
“It’s time to get out.”
Her fists thump my back. “I can get out on my own, Hudson.”
That may be the case, but if I let her down, she might slip under the water and slide my cock into her mouth and leave me powerless all over again.
It’s my turn to surprise Willow and take control.
Her ass moves on my shoulder, and if she keeps this up, we’ll both fall. “Stop wiggling.” My hand comes down on her bare ass with a satisfying thwack that sends water flying from her skin.
She gasps. It wasn’t a hard slap, just a tap to get her attention.
I rub the spot where my hand connected with her ass, and she moans.
She likes it, and I store that information away for later.
Right now, the cool air is making her skin pimple, and I need to get her inside where there’s a warm fire.
“Put me down, Hudson.”
Willow pounds on my back with her fists, but I can’t risk putting her down. With her over my shoulder, she can’t ambush me with her wicked mouth or tease me with her creamy breasts or wrap her strong legs around me.
“Not yet.” I stride to the ladder. “I don’t know what you’ll do to me next.”
She giggles at that answer. “What do you want me to do to you?” Her tone is playful and flirty, and it makes my cock stand to attention.
I grip the ladder and swiftly climb out, letting the water drip off our bodies.
“It’s what I’m going to do to you that you should be worried about.”
She sucks in a breath, and I grin even though she can’t see my face. It’s time to show Willow who’s in charge here. She may have a mouth that brings me to my knees, but two can play at that game.
I stride toward the door, leaving our clothes behind.
As we enter, the door bangs open, and I know I need to fix the damn thing tomorrow, but that’s not really what I’m thinking about as I kick the door shut behind and set Willow down in the kitchen.
She slides down my body and catches on my hard cock.
Her eyes widen, and she smiles and presses against me, rolling her hips.
Fuck. I thought I could take control here, but one touch from this woman and I’m ready to lose it all over again.
Water drips off her body, which glows amber in the light from the fire.
“Are you cold?”
“Not when I’m pressed against you.” She presses her fingertips to my chest and starts to sink to her knees.
“Oh no you don’t.” I stop her before her knees hit the floor, even as my eyes dart to her lips.
Knowing what she can do with that mouth, I almost give in to her again, but no.
It’s time to show Willow that I’m not some toy she can wind up.
It’s time to make her lose her shit the way she just did for me.
I pull her up by the shoulders, grip her by the hips, and hoist her off the floor.
“What are you…?” Her sentence cuts off as I set her ass down on the kitchen bench.
I don’t give her time to protest. My mouth crashes into hers, and her warm lips part for mine.
Her hands slide up my thighs so fucking slowly, igniting a fire inside me.
Her hands are soft on my hard thigh muscles, and the sensation shoots pleasure straight to my dick.
Leaning forward, I will her to grasp hold of me…
“Fuck.” I pull back before she reaches my cock, remembering what I’m here for. If Willow touches me, I lose control, and I’ve done that once tonight already.
Her eyes dance with mischief, and she’s fucking enjoying this, enjoying watching me lose control. I want to see how much she enjoys it when the roles are reversed.
I grab one of her hands in each of mine and slide them around her back, pinning them to the counter. Her back arches, and her chest pushes forward. Her eyes go wide and uncertain, and I lean forward so my mouth hovers over a pink nipple.
“Tell me if you want me to stop.”
She catches her breath, watching me. Water hangs in droplets on her skin, and one drop hangs off the end of her dusty nipple.
With my eyes locked on hers, I hold out my tongue and slide it under the nipple.
The droplet hangs for a moment, and she holds her breath.
She gives a little shake, and the water drops onto the tip of my tongue.
Her nipple hardens as I take it into my mouth.
It’s hard with soft edges, and I lick the water from around it before gently sucking. Her expression changes, and her eyes go hooded.
She wriggles her hands, but I tighten my grip on her wrists. “You’re not going anywhere.”
My mouth moves to her other nipple, and she moans as I scrape my teeth over it.
“Hudson…” Her voice is breathy. She moves her hands again. “I want to touch you.”
I pop her nipple out of my mouth and look up to see her eyes hooded with desire as she squirms on the counter.
“No.”
Her eyes widen. “Are you telling me what to do?”
I bring her hand farther behind her back so I can take them both in one hand. Her chest sticks out farther and her head tilts back, exposing her soft neck.
My lips caress her skin below her ear, and she lets out a tortured breath.
“I’m telling you that you don’t get to touch me this time. You sit here like a good girl and do what I say.”
Her eyes darken, and she jerks her wrists, but my hand is bigger and stronger than both of hers put together.
“I’m not good at obeying orders.”
With my free hand, I stroke her skin of her neck, down her throat, and over her chest. I tweak a nipple between my fingertips, and she gasps.
“Do you want me to stop?”
Her gaze meets mine, and there’s desire and frustration, and she probably hates me right now because I’m not giving her what she wants. It only makes me admire her more. She’s got a lot of spirit, and it’s attractive as hell.
She doesn’t say anything, and my hand slides over her belly to the soft mound of hair between her legs.
“I said, do you want me to stop?”
I jump my hand to her thigh and slide upward until I’m as far as I can get without forcing them open.
There’s enough of a gap between her legs that I can slide a finger between them.
But I won’t touch her pussy until she tells me she wants me to, so I slide the finger as close as I can get with no contact, right up to the apex of her thighs until I feel her heat.
She sucks in a breath, but her mouth remains stubbornly closed.
“Do you want me to keep going?” I whisper it in her ear, low and sexy, and she lets out a little whimper.
My lips brush her skin, and I lower my head to her breasts. But this time I barely brush over them with my lips, letting my hot breath be the only thing that touches her.
Her pink nipples cry out to me, and I long to suck them into my mouth. Playing with Willow like this is making me hard as stone, and I’m this close to releasing her arms and letting her do with me what she wants. Then she speaks, so low I almost miss it.
“Yes.” My gaze darts to hers, and I see desperation in her eyes. “Yes, Hudson. Touch me. Keep going.”
“Good girl.” I reward her by taking her nipple into my mouth and sucking it long and hard while she moans and squirms on the bench. My other hand cups her hip, and I pull her closer to the edge of the bench.
“I’m not good at being a good girl.”
I come up for air to look at her. Writhing under me, her back arched and her body glistening with water, there’s still a defiant look in her eyes, and I don’t think I could ever tame Willow. If I’ve got control for a moment, it’s because she’s letting me. One word and I’ll release her.
“You drive me fucking crazy by not being a good girl.”
She smiles and pushes her breasts out. Even with her hands behind her back, she’s trying to control the situation. And I fucking love that. But I also want to make her submit, just for a moment, to give in to me while we’re playing.
“But just this once, be a good girl for me. Part those thighs and let me taste your pussy.”
Her eyes go wide, and she sucks in a breath. “You’re not such a good guy after all.”
I drag her across the counter so she’s sitting on the edge. “Only when I’m around you.”
She opens her thighs, and I catch the musky scent of her arousal.
My gaze darts to her pink lips, glistening in the dim glow from the fire.
“Fuck.”
I drop to one knee so I can keep her arms pinned behind her. It’s too much fun watching Willow squirm. My free hand slides up her thigh and grips her leg, pushing it apart.
She gasps as I close my mouth over her pussy.