Chapter 14
Chapter Fourteen
Scarlett
Water slipped down my back as I slid my finger over Hudson’s jaw. He looked down at me, the steam rising between us, and grinned.
It was so weird to see a smile or any form of emotion other than a snarl on his face.
There had been so many months where looking at him would anger me, and not because he had truly done anything cruel.
No, that was not Hudson Cage. Instead his presence had just annoyed me.
Or perhaps annoyed me because of how he could affect me.
There was probably something wrong with me when it came to that, but there was no turning back now.
Not when his hand moved between us, cupping my pussy.
“You were already wet before we got in the shower, and now look at you. Soaked.” He speared me with two fingers before I could even say a word, and my mouth parted.
“That’s it. Look how you take my fingers.” I looked between us, and watched his fingers disappear deep inside me. I clenched my inner muscles, and he smirked.
“Good girl.”
“Giving me praise? I didn’t realize that was our kink.”
“We can make it our kink.” He licked my lips, before parting them, and I moaned into his mouth, unable to focus on anything but him.
I shivered in his hold even as the water began to heat, but I didn’t need anything else but his touch in this moment.
When he continued to circle his fingers, pressing that small bundle of nerves, my toes curled, and I rocked myself on his hand.
He moved his mouth down, over my jaw, nibbling gently, before taking one nipple into his mouth and sucking. He twisted his lips in a way I hadn’t even thought possible, and then I was coming, riding his hand as he continued to fuck me with his fingers.
“I love watching you come. Your eyes get all hazy, and your mouth parts.”
“I would be embarrassed, but I just had an orgasm and can’t really think about much else.”
“That’s my girl.”
I held back a sigh at that, unsure what to say. Because him calling me his? That did something to me that worried me.
Because I was falling in love with Hudson Cage, and it had nothing to do with how he worked my body. But dear God, this man could work my body.
In answer, I went to my tiptoes, letting his fingers slide out of my cunt, before moving so I could go to my knees.
“I don’t want you to hurt yourself in here,” he warned as he took my hair in his fist, guiding me to his rock-hard cock.
“You say that as if you’re not eager for my mouth on your dick.
” I cupped him then, letting his balls sit comfortably in the palm of my hand as the water began to get into my eyes.
Without another word, he shifted slightly, blocking the stream of water so I could see, and my heart did that pitter-pat thing again.
Of course he would notice, and of course he would fix it.
Because that was Hudson. Always trying to fix things even when it wasn’t his fault.
It was no wonder that I was falling in love with this man.
He leaned down and played with the piercing on my nipples, and I remembered the last time he had done that with his tongue, making me come from that alone. I had never come from breast play before, but here I was, continuingly to do so. This man was my menace. My drug.
And I wanted more.
Only I was afraid of what would happen if I asked for it.
With a grin on my face, I licked at the ring at the tip of his dick, and he moaned. His fist tightened around my hair, and I continued my exploration.
I loved going down on Hudson. Yes, his cock was slightly too big for my mouth, and my jaw always ached afterwards, but then he’d take care of me, and I wouldn’t care about the inconvenience.
But whenever I was on my knees in front of him, he let me pretend I was in control for those few moments.
And as someone who constantly needed to be in control of her own life, at work, in reality, and everything connected, it was nice to give in.
Because I was the one leading his orgasm, but he was the one guiding my head.
As if he were reading my thoughts, he tilted my head slightly, and I opened my mouth, letting him guide himself in.
I flattened my tongue as the tip of his cock and the ring hit the back of my throat.
“I’ll have to take that out if we ever want to go harder,” he teased.
I nodded, even as my mouth widened around the length of him, and continued to bob my head.
When he angled my head once more, keeping me steady, I looked up at him, mouth wide, as he fucked my mouth, slowly, and then a little harder.
The piercing didn’t hurt when it was angled.
It didn’t catch on anything. If anything, I loved the fact that I could slightly feel it as I swirled around his dick.
And when I contracted those muscles, he moaned, as if nearly on the edge.
Kneeling at his feet, I spread my legs and then slid my free hand down to cup my breast, tugging on my nipple rings.
He grinned at me, moving quicker, as he ran his fingers along my jaw, then my neck, as if gently preparing me for his onslaught.
When I knew he was nearly there, I sucked harder, hollowing my throat, but then he moved back, not letting himself finish.
I wanted to pout, but I couldn’t think, instead I was on my feet again, breasts pressed hard against the glass of the shower, and before I could say anything, I was on my tiptoes, and he was spreading me.
He slammed into me from behind, one stroke that nearly sent me over the edge, and I placed my palms on the glass, trying to keep steady.
“I want to come inside you. While I love coming down that pretty throat of yours, I want you to feel my come in that sweet cunt, knowing I’m the one that filled you up. Do you want that? Do you want my cum dripping down your thighs?”
“Just get on with it,” I bit out, teasing.
He leaned forward, gently grazing his teeth along my shoulder, before he pulled back out and slammed into me again.
I gasped, trying to find purchase on the wet wall, but then he was there, keeping me steady. I knew Hudson would never let me fall. And when he pounded into me from behind, I arched my back, needing him to go even deeper. He licked up my spine, and I shivered, needing more.
“I’ll keep you steady, use one hand to play with your clit. I want to see your ass move as I fuck you.”
My pussy clenched as my breath quickened. “The way that you talk makes me want to come right here and now.”
“I’m not stopping you, Scar.”
I closed my eyes, loving the way that he filled me, stretching me with his cock, and then I couldn’t think.
I slid my middle finger over my clit, and before I could even say his name, I was coming, my pussy clenching around his cock as I tried to catch my breath.
Hudson moaned before pulling back and sliding out of me.
“You didn’t come,” I whispered, my knees shaking.
“I needed something first,” he whispered.
Then he speared me with two fingers, catching me off guard.
He fucked me hard with those wide fingers of his, but before I could question what he was doing, he slid them out of me and then slammed his cock home.
I gasped, trying to catch my breath. Then he used his newly lubed fingers to play with my ass.
I froze, my pussy tightening.
“Hudson?”
“I’m going to fuck your ass one day. We both know it. But first, let’s get you ready.”
My eyes rolled as he slowly worked his way in and out of me, just to the knuckle with his index finger, and I swallowed hard at the sensation.
It burned slightly, and yet it was a good ache.
I could not even fathom what it would feel like with his dick though.
He was far too large for that, and I thought we had both known that. But I couldn’t help but wiggle back.
That rough chuckle made my toes curl, and then he moved his finger away, gripped my hips, and continued to shift.
Our breaths came in pants as he worked me, and before I could reach for him, or ache for him further than I ever thought possible, he was leaning forward, face buried in my neck as he came.
He cupped one breast in his hand as he wrapped his arm around me, his hips tilting up as he filled me with his cum, both of us shaking in the now cooling water.
I stood there, trying to catch my breath, as I leaned back against him.
“Good morning,” I teased.
He kissed my neck, my jaw, and I closed my eyes, hoping he couldn’t see my reflection in the mirror, grateful that there was still a little bit of steam left.
I couldn’t let him know. Couldn’t let him see that I loved him.
“Good morning,” he whispered, and when he kissed me, tilting my head back so he could reach, I closed my eyes once more and promised myself I wouldn’t get hurt.
Only I had a feeling I had just lied to myself once again.
* * *
Sore throughout the day, work dragged on. I had countless things to do, but that was what I liked. Working through problems and making sure the resort had everything they needed for the upcoming seasonal change meant that I didn’t have too much time to worry about my feelings for Hudson.
Of course, as soon as I tried not to think about Hudson Cage or any of the Cages, Isabella and Sophia walked in, smiles on their faces.
Feeling slightly haggard because I had just ran around with one of my assistant managers, trying to help a family deal with lost luggage and a screaming toddler, I tried to clean up my hair, and smiled at the two women who had quickly become good friends.
“Hey there. I didn’t know you guys would be here.”
“I promise we’re not catching up on you,” Isabella teased as she hugged me tightly, before moving out of the way so Sophia could do the same.