Chapter 5 #2
I’m not sure he’s even paying attention to me. His eyes are locked on my body, traveling up and down over my curves. I watch as his pupils dilate, and I swear he looks like he wants to eat me alive.
“There’s no way that’s going to fit inside me.”
“What?” he repeats, his eyes on mine now as he tries to focus on what I’m saying.
I back up another step.
“It will fit,” he says, fisting his cock and stroking it.
“Are you crazy?” I gasp, staring at his length.
My back hits the wall. Is it getting bigger? Oh, God, it is!
Hudson climbs off the bed and prowls closer to me. “Hazel, I promise you, it will fit.”
“That’s easy for you to say! You’re not the one trying to stuff a fucking eggplant inside yourself!”
He huffs out a laugh, stopping in front of me. His hands come up, bracing against the wall on either side of my head. He presses his body against mine, his skin hot, and I whimper as his cock presses against my stomach.
“I need you to get on the bed, Hazel,” he whispers.
I swallow hard. “What if it doesn’t work?”
He leans down, kissing me softly. “Then we’ll stop.”
I take a deep breath and nod.
He lifts me in his arms, turning to place me gently on the bed. I expect him to come down over me, but he lies down next to me on his side.
“Your body is a fucking fantasy,” he murmurs, his fingers trailing from my throat down over the swell of my breast.
He palms me, his fingers finding my nipple and teasing the stiff bud until I’m panting and writhing on the sheets.
“Hudson!” I gasp.
“Love hearing you say my name like that. Need to hear you scream it next.”
“Oh God,” I wheeze.
He chuckles darkly, and I catch his grin as he dips his head and wraps his lips around my nipple. He sucks it into his mouth, and I cry out, arching into him.
“Please!” I beg, though I’m not sure what I’m asking for.
“I’ve got you,” he whispers against my skin.
I tremble as he nudges my thighs wider and moves between them. He switches to my other nipple, and I claw at the sheets. When his dick rubs against my core, I swear I’ll combust.
I can feel my juices dripping out of me. Hudson must be able to as well because he moans and rocks against me.
“Need you, need you, need you,” I chant.
Hudson releases my nipple and groans as he kisses down my body. His shoulders nudge my legs even wider, and then his warm breath teases my drenched center.
I’m teetering right on the edge of something all-consuming.
I’ve touched myself before, tried to get myself off, but it’s never led to anything.
I’m always left unsatisfied and frustrated.
I thought there was something wrong with me, but it seems all I needed was a few flicks of Hudson’s tongue to get there.
“Spread these pretty thighs wide for me, baby,” Hudson growls.
I eagerly follow his order. A second later, his tongue licks over my clit. My thighs snap shut around his head, and I scream as I come.
“Goddamn, Hazel. Fucking hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” Hudson snarls against my clenching pussy.
“Hudson!” I sob, my fingers twisting in my sheets.
He doesn’t respond, just licks up my orgasm and sucks my clit into his mouth. He looks up my body at me, his hungry eyes telling me without words that he’s not stopping until I’m screaming and coming all over his face.
A finger circles my virgin opening, and I whine as he slowly sinks the thick digit inside me. It’s like he’s trying to drive me out of my mind. And he’s succeeding.
Hudson’s thumb strums my clit, and I cry out as he adds a second finger, stretching me.
“Fuck, baby. You’re dripping all over my hand.”
“Uh-huh,” I mumble nonsensically.
“Such a good girl. Making a mess all over me.”
“Hudson!” I scream, my back bowing off the bed as I fall into oblivion again.
“That’s it, baby,” Hudson encourages me.
His fingers continue to play with my sensitive pussy, and I shudder as I come down from my high.
When I blink groggy eyes open, I see Hudson kissing his way up my body. His cock nudges against my opening, and the nerves hit me then, but I find that I want to try. I want to feel Hudson moving inside me, so deep.
Our eyes lock, and he scans my features. When I nod, he leans down to claim my mouth as his cock pushes inside me.
I feel so full instantly. An intense pressure builds, and I wiggle, trying to get comfortable as he presses inside me.
“Still with me?” Hudson asks, sounding pained.
“Yeah.”
My nails dig into his arms, and I cling to him, taking a deep breath as he bumps up against my virginity.
“Mine,” Hudson whispers.
“Wha—”
He thrusts forward, burying his length inside me.
“Fuck!” he roars, holding himself still as I clench and squirm around him. “So tight. God, you’re choking the shit out of my cock.”
He holds himself above me, giving me time to adjust to his size. Muscle by muscle, I slowly relax, and after a minute, the sting of pain is long gone, replaced by pressure and delicious fullness.
“Okay, you can move now. I’m good,” I whisper, my hips moving restlessly.
He chokes on a laugh. “Fuck.”
“What?”
“Just trying not to come after one fucking stroke,” he groans.
I flush, pleased that I can make Hudson lose control like this.
He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. When he opens them, our eyes lock. Can he see that I’m in love with him?
I wrap my arms around his neck, tugging him down until he kisses me. His hips retreat, and he thrusts into me. It doesn’t take long before we’re lost in each other. We pick up a rhythm, moving together, straining for that sweet bliss.
“So fucking hot,” Hudson growls against my lips.
I gasp, clinging to him as he starts to pound into me. My body tenses, that spiral inside me tightening with each thrust.
“I’m close!” I pant.
Hudson groans, burying his face in my neck. He nips my skin, changing his angle. When the thick root of his cock presses down on my clit, I splinter apart.
“Hudson! Oh, fuck!” I scream, my nails biting into his back as I come.
“That’s it. Fuck,” he snarls.
A second later, he empties inside me with a groan.
I’m still clinging to him when he pulls out of me slowly. His hands wrap around my hips, and he rolls us until we’re both on our sides, our faces an inch apart.
Shyness settles over me. I lick my lips, keeping my eyes closed as I catch my breath. I’m not sure if I’m hoping that he gets up and leaves or not. It would make it easier if he left. I wouldn’t have to face the way I feel about him.
But if he left, I think my heart would break.
“You all right?” he asks gently.
I’ve never heard his voice so tender, and my eyes fly open to stare at him. “I’m good.”
“Sore?”
“Not too bad.”
He smooths my hair from my face. “Need anything?”
It takes everything in me not to say that I need him.
“No, I’m fine,” I lie.
He smiles and rolls over to climb out of the bed. I stare at his ass as he walks out of the room.
“Uh, are you okay?” I call, sitting up on the mattress.
“Yeah, just checking to see if you have a bathtub.”
“Oh... uh, why?”
“It might help with any soreness,” he says, poking his head back into the room.
I stare at him in shock. “You’re going to run me a bath?”
“No.” He smirks. “I’m going to take a bath with you.”
My mouth drops open as I hear the water turn on in the bathroom.
“What have I gotten myself into?