Chapter 15 #2
Well, except for sharing what I’d thought had been a one-night stand with a hot judge.
“Whatever I want.” He spread my legs wide, wrapping his long fingers around my inner thighs and holding me in position.
Gasping, I tossed my head back, staring up at the ceiling as the sweet revelation of what he was about to do was even more electrifying.
His hot breath pounded against my pussy until my muscles constricted.
Alongside the vibrations from the machine and the deep pulse between my legs, I was tossed into a moment of sweet rapture.
The moment his tongue flicked back and forth across my clit, I almost lost it. The sensations became a wild storm of emotions and crazed need. I couldn’t believe with a single stroke of his tongue I was lost once again.
He was an expert at what he did and the way he sucked on my tender nub was enough a climax began to tickle my toes. His actions became rougher, hungrier. Every sound he made was guttural, savage, and powerful. I couldn’t stop panting, twisting on the machine as the cycle shifted to the spin mode.
Holy shit, the vibrations were crazy, so incredible I laughed like a little girl riding a merry-go-round for the first time.
“You like that?” he asked, his voice dripping with sensuality.
“What’s not to like?” My voice was breathless, but my body was charged to the max from jolts of current.
He dragged his tongue all the way down my swollen folds, finally driving his tongue inside.
The combination was insane. With a shift of one hand, he rolled his thumb around my clit keeping it super sensitive.
Then several fingers of his other hand found my tight channel, pumping inside.
At first with slow and languishing motions, but that was short lived.
Spreading my legs even wider, I bent my knees with my toes curling. Holy fuck, I was going to lose it soon.
I finally did nothing but close my eyes, enjoying the moment while his mouth and tongue devoured me. I’d never had a man feast on me with such vigorous need, such delicious expertise. He was certainly enthusiastic, the sounds continuing and he added a fourth finger, spreading them wide open.
My muscles were stretched even more than they’d been when his cock was buried deep inside. I realized I was rocking against his hand in a strange symphony with the spin cycle. It was crazy and wonderful and the moment he placed his open mouth on my pussy lips, an orgasm caught me by surprise.
“Oh. My. God.” The sound was barely audible, nothing more than a strangled whisper. I was wet and hot all over, lolling my head because it was simply too heavy to hold up.
He refused to stop, licking me furiously, taking every drop of sweet cream. I planted one hand against my mouth, tingling to the point I could no longer feel my legs.
“So sweet,” he mumbled before returning to my clit, sucking until I was lightheaded. Was he reading my mind? Did he have any understanding of what he was doing to me?
I bucked hard against his hand, lifting my hips off the machine. His fingers were magic, his tongue an uncontrollable piston.
This was what sheer ecstasy felt like. He was obviously famished, refusing to let me go.
He managed to wrap his muscular arms around my thighs, holding me in place while still able to drive several fingers deep inside.
All I could think about was how ambidextrous he was.
My mind was obviously fractured, but I didn’t care.
I’d been stalked and threatened by four goons who’d acted as if I was going to be their next snack before target practice and I’d never felt so damn good in my life. That meant I was obviously losing my mind.
Another even more powerful orgasm swept through me with white-hot searing heat.
“Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh.” The single syllable was the only one I could utter. Sheer indulgent pleasure was exhausting and as my voice began to fade, I raked my fingers through my hair.
There was no way of telling how long he continued licking me, but I had my head all the way back, my tousled hair falling behind the washing machine. In my beautiful haze and fogginess, I was certain I noticed strange pictures on the ceiling. Yep. I was soaked in the realm of insanity.
How perfect.
Even if I wanted to bask in the spoils of passion’s aftermath, Hudson wasn’t going to allow it. He rose to his full height, licking his lips in appreciative exaggeration. He was tall, so tall that he had no issue rolling onto the balls of his feet and driving the entire length of his cock inside.
Deep inside.
So deep that my breath was stolen. His shaft throbbed, pulsing in a way that ignited another roaring fire.
“Fuck. Oh, God.” The stark words slipped from my mouth and I arched my back, pushing up from the machine. The rattle as the spin went wild made me laugh.
He laughed with me, but the sound was much darker, sinfully dangerous.
When he yanked me into a sitting position, I kept my back arched, staring into his eyes as he peered down at me.
He had eyes the perfect shade of moss deep in a forest just after the kiss of rainfall.
Mesmerizing, they were also haunting, a reminder that we all shared a taste of the darkness within us.
Soulless wonderment about why and how things happened. How madness occurred.
I’d never felt as close to anyone as I did in this moment. For right or wrong, the attachment to some pillar of reality was exactly what I needed.
I clung to him, wrapping both arms around his shoulders, even digging the fingers of one hand into his neck. Maybe I was worried he’d let me go. Maybe I was fearful if I didn’t hold tightly enough the bubble would burst.
He never blinked as his eyes continued to search mine. Whatever he was looking for, perhaps acceptance or understanding about the lengths he’d gone to in order to keep me safe, I wasn’t certain. But it didn’t matter.
His cock continued to expand as he pumped hard and fast, driving me to another moment of sweet bliss.
“I’m going to come. Again. So good. So… hard.” My body had never been this responsive. The sweet lull was mind blowing, the rush of colorful stars leaving me breathless.
I wrapped one leg around him and the moment I came down from the beautiful high, I nuzzled my face into his neck.
There was such great comfort as he rubbed his hand down my back.
The prickles returned, softer as they ebbed and flowed.
The warmth of being with him, of inhaling his scent was perhaps as incredible as the sex.
Maybe that’s why I was shocked when he eased me down, immediately turning me around to face the washer. The vibrations were entirely different. He kicked my legs wide open, running his fingers along the inside of my thigh.
“I’m not finished with you, babe. Not by a long shot.” He pressed the tip of his cock along the crack of my ass, finally thrusting it back into my pussy.
“Fuck. Fuck.” I rose up my tiptoes, jutting my hips out. When he pulled out, I whimpered softly.
“An impatient little thing, aren’t you?”
“Yes. Hell, yes.”
“Looks like I’ll need to add an additional punishment.”
“Punishment?”
He bit down on my neck, his deep growl sending vibrations through me. “Just as I promised. You disobeyed me earlier. Don’t think I’m going to allow that to go unpunished.”
One would think that after the crazy night I’d had that I’d be leery of his dominating suggestion. But I wasn’t. The thought excited me as much as what he was doing. I closed my eyes, pushing back against him once more.
Maybe I was testing him. Maybe I was taunting him, but he took the hint, smacking me hard on the bottom.
The shudder of my body was short-lived when he cracked his palm down three more times, first his right then his left.
So he was ambidextrous after all. Another nervous laugh erupted when he repeated the actions.
My inner core was a thousand degrees.
A huge part of me knew I deserved the spanking. While he’d been angry with me, which had annoyed me at first, when I’d seen the vast array of emotions in his eyes, I’d stripped away his fury, feeling that for myself. I’d been such an inconsiderate fool.
I closed my eyes, swaying as the wash of pain grew more intense.
He wasn’t kidding. The discipline wasn’t playful.
He was providing a reminder that I wouldn’t soon forget.
Maybe I wanted to feel the pain. Not only to allow myself a chance to repent, but also to keep me in the strange high I’d had from the moment he’d opened his front door letting me back into his life.
“You worried me.” He emphasized his words with a smack.
“I know,” I whispered back.
“I’d thought the worst. I was ready to tear the man apart. Trust me, I would have.”
“I know, Hudson.” I arched my back, thrusting my bottom out in offering.
“Don’t defy me again.” He returned to the punishment, taking his time to cover every inch of my bottom.
While I kicked out, forced to take shallow breaths, and tears formed in my eyes, I didn’t fight him. I had no right to do so. I’d fucked up. And he’d come to my rescue.
His labored breathing kept me grounded. While I closed my eyes in acceptance of my penance, I bit back a moan realizing how wet I’d become. How hot.
I was on fire, my entire core exploding.
After a deep breath, he caressed my aching bottom, lightly touching my skin in a whispered kiss. Which was why when he slipped his hand between my legs, my entire body began to shake.
“Do you forgive me?”
He chuckled. “Maybe.”
With every nerve on fire, my body reaching a sweet place of peace, he thrust in and out in his usual practiced rhythm while I met every brutal thrust. We were a well-oiled machine, both panting, beads of sweat from his face rolling over my shoulder to the pulsating machine.
Just when I thought he was ready to erupt deep inside, he pulled out. The feeling of emptiness was instant and I moaned in protest. He bit my shoulder with enough pressure I knew he’d leave a mark. I felt his hand between my legs, teasing my clit. Keeping me on the sweet edge.
With him nothing was a surprise including when he pressed his cockhead against my dark hole. While I stiffened briefly, I sensed he would never intentionally hurt me. Even with his roughness, his fingers caressed my arm and back while he pushed the tip inside.
The flash of discomfort awakened every inch of me. When he pushed in another two inches, I lost all sense of control even as the discomfort drifted into pain. Just briefly. Just enough to capture my breath. I was suddenly the one losing control, pushing back against him, forcing him to fill me.
To fuck me.
His breathing still hot and heavy, he thrust the remainder inside. Sweet Jesus, I was driven into another wave of bliss, scorching every inch of me. The moment was pure rapture and I couldn’t think or breathe, but around him there was no need.
I could completely let go and he would catch me if I fell. How wonderful. How special.
His moans matched mine, completely scattered and full of excess heat. He pulled out, driving into me again and I was shoved into the edge of the machine. The spin slowed, but that did nothing to his nearly perfect rhythm.
The expression ‘we rocked together’ held an entirely new meaning in my mind.
The pleasure was incredible, sending me spiraling into another moment of ecstasy.
He’d managed to break down my defenses, reminding me that not all men were animals.
He was one of the good ones, trying to create a world where monsters only existed in the darkest corners of our minds.
I didn’t mind. In fact, I applauded him for his actions.
As he wrapped his body around mine, the shared explosive heat became too much for the man to bear.
His body stiffened, his breath stripped down to growls and in the next few seconds, the feeling of having him erupt deep inside became healing.