Chapter 18 Hudson #2
“Hudson!” she cries out, and my name on her lips makes my cock ache with a new urgency. I want to claim her, and I also want to make her come undone on my tongue.
She tastes like sweetness and sin, and I can’t get enough. Willow writhes on the bench, and her hands squirm to get free. “I want to touch you,” she begs.
I come up for air just long enough to tell her no, and she curses me.
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No,” she pleads. “Don’t stop, Hudson. Just…” She wiggles forward, and I know what she wants. She wants a release, the same way I did when her mouth was wrapped around my cock. I do the same thing that she did to me. I slow down.
Licks turn to soft kisses, and my finger slowly caresses her thigh.
“Stop playing with me.”
I chuckle, and she shivers at the sensation my hot breath must cause.
“I’m getting you back.” I kiss her inner thigh while my finger caresses her dark hair.
“It’s not a competition,” she mutters.
“Good to know. So there’ll be no retaliation.” I kiss the apex of her thigh, and she sucks in a breath.
“Oh, you will pay for this.”
Her words send a spike of anticipation humming through my veins. I’ve just ensured this isn’t a one-off thing. Whatever we have going on here, there’ll be a repeat, if only so Willow can tease the fuck out of me. And I can’t fucking wait.
“Are you ready to be my good girl and come for me?”
As I say the words, I slide a finger into her wet pussy. She gasps, and her body jerks forward. My tongue darts out and licks at the juices around her.
“Fuck. Hudson.”
I could get used to my name on her lips. But those aren’t the words I want to hear right now.
I pull my finger out slowly, and her eyes are fiery with frustration.
“I said, are you ready to be my good girl and come for me?”
I trace the top of my finger around her opening, making her squirm.
“Yes.” Her voice is throaty. “I’m ready to come.”
She thrusts her hips forward, but I pull back. “That’s not what I asked.”
She’s squirming and needy, and it takes all I have not to let her do what she wants with me. But behind her frustration, I can tell she’s enjoying the game.
“I said, are you ready to be my good girl?” I dip my head and plant a kiss on her hard nub. She shudders and I lick her, making her cry out.
“Yes, Hudson,” she cries. “Please release me. I’ll be anything you damn want.”
Her voice is whiny with need, and I thrust my finger into her. She cries out that she’s close, and I can feel her pussy fluttering around my finger.
“Say it, Willow.” I slide another finger inside her, and she buckles against me.
“Fuck!” she whines. “I’m your good girl, Hudson. I’m your good girl.”
I reward her with my mouth, dipping between her legs and giving her what she needs.
Her words affect me in a way I wasn’t expecting. I want her to be my girl, good or otherwise. I want Willow to be mine.
I try to go slowly, to tease her some more, but she pushes against me, forcing my fingers deeper inside her and making her pussy scrape against my tongue.
Her moans turn to cries and curses, and it’s my name on her tongue that she screams as she shatters.
She clenches around my finger in convulsive waves that leaves me wanting more of her.
More of my name on her lips and more of her losing control.
And most of all, I want to be inside her.
I want to claim her, to fuck her so hard she cries my name again, and I want to do it more than just this once.
As I stand, keeping her hands clasped in mine, I look down at her, admiring the way her chest heaves as she pants and the glazed and hooded look of her eyes.
“Fuck,” she moans. “I’ve never come that hard. You’re an evil genius, and I hate you right now, but I also want you to make me come again.”
I nestle between her thighs, and my cock bumps against her thigh. “Which is it?”
My cock caresses her thigh, and she looks down at it and licks her lips. “Can’t it be both?”
“It can. And I’m not done with you yet.” I reach for the grocery bag on the counter, and I can’t quite get it if I want to keep her hands behind her back. “If I let you go, will you promise to behave?”
She tilts her head at me. “Depends on what you mean by behave.”
“I’m going to put a condom on and slide my dick into you and fuck you right here on this bench.”
She sucks in a breath, and her mouth pops open.
“You’re going to take all of my cock, and you’re going to come hard.”
She shifts her weight on the bench and lets out a little whimper. “I can do that.”
Her voice is a needy whisper, and I need to get inside her soon or I’ll come just from the sounds she makes.
When I release her hands, she brings them in front of her to rub her wrists. “Did I hurt you?” I ask.
She shakes her head. “No.”
I retrieve a box of condoms from the grocery bag, and she snickers. “You bought condoms when you did the supply stop? Did you plan on fucking me?”
It was a last minute, just-in-case purchase. I wanted to be prepared for every scenario that might play out up here. And besides, I hoped it might come to this, even though I knew it was probably wrong and could lead to trouble.
“Willow, I’ve been planning on fucking you ever since you opened your sassy mouth at the center and called me sir.”
“Oh.”
I rip open the box and tear open a condom packet as I ask, “Are you on the pill? I heard these things aren’t a hundred percent safe.”
She nods. “I am. So you can dispense with that if you want.”
My dick jerks at her words. I long to go into Willow bareback, to feel her walls against me. But I always use a condom. It’s a rule of mine.
“I prefer to be safe.” I slide the condom on, and she smirks.
“Of course you do.”
She’s still being sassy, and it makes me want her even more. Nestling between her legs, I pull her toward me, and my body molds against hers as if it’s made for her.
“Enough talking.” My mouth catches hers, and it’s a long, slow, hungry kiss. Her arms wrap around my shoulders, and her fingertips trail across my back. I moan into her mouth. Her touch is electric, and my body is on fire.
Her thighs part for me, and my tip brushes against her opening. My body jerks forward, and my tip slips inside. Heat sucks at the tip of my cock, and her pussy opens for me.
“Fuck.”
I grasp the base of my cock, looking for some kind of control. I want to take it slow, to tease another orgasm or two out of her. I know if I sink into her too fast, I’ll completely lose it.
“Willow.” My voice is a whine I don’t recognize. “I want to fuck you slowly.” I pull back and ease back in halfway.
Our eyes lock, and hers dance with something that should be a warning. But as my cock sinks a little deeper into her pussy, I don’t register what it means.
Suddenly, Willow shifts forward and wraps her legs around me. She jerks her hips forward, and my cock slides deep inside her. It’s so good it’s almost painful, and I wrestle for control.
But she launches herself off the bench with my cock impaled inside her.
I stagger backward and have to put out a hand and brace against the counter to stop from falling to the ground.
My other hand grasps her around the waist, holding her up while she moves her hips, sliding me almost out of her—completely controlling the movement.
“The problem is, sir—” she nibbles at my ear, and all the while, her hips keep up a steady movement that makes it hard to concentrate on what she’s saying, “—I’m not very good at being told what to do.”
She slams into me, sending me stumbling backward. I lose my balance, and we both tumble to the floor. I go down on my back to block her fall, and she lands on top of me with my dick still inside her.
“What the fuck?”
She’s laughing as she straddles me, and she grabs my hands and pins them above my head. There’s a triumphant look on her face, which is hooded with desire, and she rolls her hips, keeping my cock inside her.
I could get out of her grip with one twist of my hands. I could grab her body and roll her over and gain the upper hand. But I don’t. The sight of Willow, naked and sweaty, with my cock deep inside her, is too fucking good.
She sits back so her feet are flat, and she’s crouching over me. I see every part of her pussy as she controls my cock.
“Who’s your good girl now?”
She lifts her thighs, and my cock slides slowly out of her until only the tip remains.
Then she sinks painfully slowly, engulfing me in her wet deliciousness.
And I’m powerless to fight back. I don’t want to.
I don’t want to do anything but watch this beautiful woman ride my cock with a light in her eyes like she just won a battle.
When she leans forward to kiss me, I lift my head to capture her mouth. The kiss is hungry, needy, and desperate. Her mouth moves to my ear, and her hot breath tickles my skin. “I’m going to ride you until I come, and you’re going to take it like a good boy.”
Holy fuck. Did she just say that?
She sits back to watch my expression, and she’s grinning as she adds, “Say it, Hudson. Say that you’re my good boy.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me.”
She laughs as she slides down my cock, and the laugh turns to a moan. “Say it, or I won’t come on your cock.”
My mouth must be hanging open, and as she slides down my shaft, I almost lose it. “I can’t say that.”
She rides up my cock again and pauses with only my tip inside. Her hand moves to grasp both of mine in one hand. She can’t grip both my wrists, and we both know I could break free, but fuck if I want to.
Her hand slides down her throat, and her fingertips glide over her nipples. I’m mesmerized as she takes one between her fingertips and squeezes. Her head tips back, and she moans.
I lift my hips, and my cock slides into her a little. Her eyes snap open, and she tsks at me. “That’s not how this works. Tell me you’re my good boy, and I’ll ride you till I come, and then you can fuck me anyway you want.”
Fuck. This woman is unbelievable. And so fucking unpredictable. I should’ve known I couldn’t tame her.
She rests on my cock as her hand toys with her nipples. She’s loving this game, and I fucking am too. I’ll tell her anything she wants if she’ll just slide me inside her again.
“I’m your good boy,” I finally grunt out.
Her grin widens, and she sinks down on my cock. I’m immediately engulfed in her wet, sticky heat.
“Good boy,” she crows.
I jerk out of her hands, and she gasps as I grab her hips. I’ll play her game, but I won’t submit.
“And you’re going to be my good girl and come all over my cock.”
I pull her down hard as I jerk upward, sending my cock in deeper than before. We both moan, and she jerks forward. Her breasts graze my chest, and she rolls her hips, rubbing her clit against me.
“Hudson,” she whines, and I know she’s close.
“Ride me, baby.” I rock her hips with one hand while the other snakes up her body, trailing over every part of her skin.
I lift my head and capture a nipple between my teeth. She cries out, and her whimpering noises are too much.
She rocks against me, grinding her hips into me until her body shatters. A moment later I come so fucking hard my body jerks against her, and it sets her off again. She whines out another orgasm as my dick twitches inside her.
When she’s done, her body flops against mine, and I hold her close.
I can’t believe I just told a woman I was her good boy. I am so utterly pussy-whipped. And it feels fucking awesome.