Chapter 15 #3
His fingers thread through my hair while the other hand smooths over the small of my back, holding me right where he wants me as he fucks me.
Knuckles bang against the door again. “Come on, man! I need to pee.”
“Fuck off,” Hudson snarls, picking me up and carrying me to the door, pressing me against it and pounding into me, rattling the wood to let whoever is outside know exactly what they’re interrupting.
I roll my hips to meet his thrusting, grinding against him as he buries himself deep, lips catching mine. Our tongues collide, tasting, teasing, claiming, and I writhe, whimpering as the pressure on my clit builds.
His hands fall to my ass and he squeezes, tugging my body tighter against his, helping me ride him when my body spasms and the pleasure becomes too much. “You can do it, Lily, you’re doing so good.”
Humming in agreement, I continue riding him as he walks us to the edge of the tub. He sits and my legs land on either side of his hips, calves falling against the inside of the porcelain. He slaps his palm against my ass. I surge up his length with a throaty moan.
I’m so, so, so close, but I can’t keep the pace.
“Don’t stop now, baby,” he murmurs against my skin, sucking on my neck. “I want that pretty pussy to drench me.”
“Please.” The words fall from my lips, a desperate plea for more. I roll my hips harder and faster, fingers gripping his shoulders tight.
“There she is,” he murmurs. “My fucking goddess.”
The praise is too much but something about his words sends me closer to the edge. My breath is hard and heavy, but I don’t stop, not when I’m this close. Hudson’s finger finds my clit, and he strokes over it. A strangled cry tears from my throat.
“Please,” I beg again, but I don’t need to.
Hudson redoubles his efforts, his other hand on my hip, helping me move when I can’t take any more.
My head falls back, eyes fluttering closed as the pressure builds and builds and builds.
The heat in my core turns to white hot fire, core clenching, walls squeezing tightly around his cock as I sink onto his length.
The piercings, hard and smooth, glide against my walls as his dick pulses, thumb rolling over my clit, and the world splinters.
My mouth parts on a scream as I come harder than I’ve ever come before.
“Lily!” Hudson shouts my name, grinding into me as his cock jerks and he erupts inside me. The warmth of his cum spraying against my walls sends electricity zapping through me and another wave of pleasure rolls over me.
He kisses me, stealing my cries just for himself, and as the minutes tick by, that overwhelming pleasure fades to a cozy sort of happiness. I break the kiss and stare at him, biting my lip and wondering if we should even go back to the party.
“Your friends are waiting,” he tells me, reading my mind.
“Hmm? What friends?”
He chuckles and kisses my throat. “Seeing as you made us come to the party, we should stay.”
“Ugh, I knew I’d regret that,” I say with a sigh, slowly sliding off of him.
He groans in protest.
“Hey, this was your idea,” I tease, grabbing the towel and handing it to him, but he waves it off. I arch my eyebrows.
“I want to feel your cum for a while longer.”
“Oh,” I murmur, tucking my bottom lip between my teeth. That’s. . . oddly arousing in a primal sort of way.
He smirks and stands, grabbing me and tugging me against his body. “I should take you home and bend you over the couch.”
I nod. “That’s a great idea.”
“Mmm.” He kisses me. “But now it’s your turn to wait.”
“I have been,” I protest.
He nips my bottom lip. “Patience. Be a good girl and you’ll be rewarded.”
I grumble in annoyance. That only has his eyes dancing with mirth. He picks up my thong. I grab for it, but he pulls his hand away with a tsk.
“This is mine.” He shoves them into the pocket of his pants.
“You’re a dirty little panty thief.”
Grinning, he picks up my witch outfit and crouches, helping me step into it. It’s so sweet and considerate, I decide to stop giving him grief. That is until he plants a kiss on my pussy before dragging the outfit the rest of the way up.
“Tease,” I growl.
“You’re so pretty when you’re horny,” he says as he zips up the outfit, pausing before he covers my tits. His lips tug each nipple into his mouth, gaze set on mine, watching how much he affects me. He pulls off with a pop, and resumes dressing me.
“I’m still a mess,” I tell him.
He nods. “And you’re going to walk back into the party with my cum coating those gorgeous thighs.” He grabs his boxers and pants, tugging them on.
“What if someone notices?”
“Then they’ll know you’re taken.”
“How caveman of you.”
He grabs me and growls, deep and low against my neck before gently biting it.
“Hudson!” I gasp his name, though it doesn’t hurt. If anything, he has me ready to try and convince him to fuck me again. He pulls back and grabs my hand instead.
“Come on, sexy. Let’s get back to the party.”
“Ugh, fine, but I want double the orgasms for my trouble.”
“I think we can arrange that,” he agrees with a grin before leading me out of the bathroom.
I guess with a promise like that, I can’t be too upset.