Chapter 30
~Riley~
Even though this night has taken one unexpected turn after another, I couldn’t be happier with the way things have played out.
The lightness that fills my body at the idea of ending the weekend as Hudson’s girlfriend rather than Trevor’s nearly makes me giddy. I want to laugh and dance and jump for joy. It’s even better than winning that medal in Helsinki.
But all that giddiness melts away into something deeper and more intense as Hudson leans forward, his bright blue eyes uncharacteristically determined.
“We better seal this deal with a kiss. To make it official.”
“Official is good,” I whisper back, my eyes immediately dipping to his lips. We’ve kissed before, but never ‘officially’. What does he have in mind that will make it different?
As I watch, those full lips of his curve into a teasing smile. “In that case, I want to choose where I kiss you.”
A zing of excitement shoots downward through my abdomen, settling directly between my legs.
As much as I love Hudson’s easygoing, not-too-serious nature, it sometimes clouds my awareness of just how attractive he is.
Trevor’s attractiveness always intimidated me, but Hudson’s draws me in, his kindness making the edges of it a little less sharp.
However, when he looks at me with the kind of desire that’s brimming in his eyes right now, his sexiness suddenly comes back into clear focus, and my knees weaken.
“Where… uh, where would you choose?”
My words are so breathless, they can’t even pass for flirty. They’re needy, pure and simple, and Hudson acknowledges them with a devilish grin that I feel as much as see. “I think you know where.”
The air whooshes out of my lungs at the confirmation of what I’d only barely been aware I hoped for. Hudson’s grin widens as he leans even closer, so close that his breath skates against the skin of my temple.
“I think I’ve been in the friend zone long enough, don’t you? Quickest way I can get out of it is to make you come.”
From the way my body throbs, it apparently agrees.
If I thought it might be awkward to make the switch from friends to lovers, Hudson seems determined to prove me wrong. The second I nod in agreement, he makes his move. Gentle hands push me backwards onto the bed, my back hitting the mattress as the steady drumming in my abdomen grows stronger.
Desire wars with caution in my head as Hudson positions himself over my lower half. Is this moving too fast? I want it, I want him, but as Hudson lifts the bottom of my shirt and brushes his lips softly against my stomach, my body clenches involuntarily.
He instantly raises his head to peer up at me. “I can hear you overthinking from here, Riley. Is this okay?”
Fuck, he knows me so well already, and the question reminds me that I know him too.
He’ll stop immediately if I ask him to. He won’t be upset with me, just like he didn’t hold a grudge when I made an idiot of myself in Helsinki by throwing myself at him and running away when it didn’t go my way.
No matter what we do or don’t do right now, he’ll treat me just the same afterwards.
I’m safe and valued with him, I don’t doubt that for a second.
That realization eases my unnamed fears before they can take root.
Yes, we’re moving fast considering I just agreed to be his girlfriend two minutes ago, but if I take into account all the time we’ve spent together, it’s not that fast at all.
I probably spent less time with Trevor before getting intimate with him for the first time, not to mention I’m older and more experienced now, more certain of what I want.
And what I want is Hudson between my legs.
“It’s okay,” I assure him. “I’m ready for you to make this official.”
With those words, his face relaxes into a warm grin and his head dips again, trailing soft kisses across my stomach as he reaches for the button of my jeans.
The sound of my zipper echoes in the air around me as he lowers it, and with a gentle nudge, he encourages me to lift my hips so he can pull my jeans down.
My panties, he leaves on, giving me a small degree of modesty when he tosses the jeans aside and settles between my legs, pushing my thighs apart.
Fingers stroke lightly against the fabric covering my pussy. It’s a teasing touch, barely light enough to count as contact, but a promise of things to come. It almost tickles, and my thighs try to close again but Hudson pushes them back apart, chuckling deep in his throat.
“Don’t get shy on me now. We’re just getting to the good part.”
Next thing I know, his tongue is pushing on the fabric, pressing the now-damp cotton against my clit.
My muscles contract and I inhale sharply before something between a moan and a whimper slips through my lips.
The russet-red curls on top of his head are all that I can see when I glance down, making my heart beat even faster.
This is really happening. Hudson Baker is going down on me, and it feels amazing.
After a few more seconds of teasing me through my panties, his fingers hook around the fabric and pull it to one side, letting his mouth connect with my bare skin. Lips push against my pussy as his tongue finds my entrance, and I somehow manage to groan and gasp at the same time.
Why did I ever think this would be awkward? It feels as natural as breathing, and my legs spread wider, encouraging him to go further. He hums in approval before his tongue travels up to my clit, circling it with slow, firm movements that send heat rushing through my veins.
My hips tilt, pressing my clit further into his face, and he pushes back harder, giving me even more pressure as his lips close around my clit and he sucks.
“Hudson!” His name is almost inhaled on my next gasp, and that only spurs him on more.
His mouth returns to my pussy, licking and sucking, and fucking it with his tongue before sliding back up to my clit and repeating the actions there.
Again, and again, each time a little harder and a little faster, until I’m writhing on the bed, my knees flush to the mattress, my legs spread wide as they begin to tremble.
“I’m close,” I whimper as he sucks on my clit again, his tongue running roughly over it. “Don’t stop, please. Don’t…”
The last word disappears in the flood of my orgasm, my body shaking as I give in to the blissful release.
“Fuck, yes,” I hear from between my legs, his mouth returning to my pussy to lap at me as eagerly as a man who’s been starved for weeks.
Well, fuck. I guess we definitely aren’t just friends anymore.
Boneless with pleasure, I don’t make any move to stop him as he continues to kiss and lick at me, but before I can entirely pull myself back together, there’s another knock at the hotel door.
Why the hell is my room so popular tonight?!
“It’s just me,” Hannah calls out from the other side. “I seem to have misplaced my keycard. I’m going to stand here and dig in my purse for a little while, long enough for any discarded clothing to be put back on before I come in.”
Loud, obvious rustling follows her declaration, and Hudson chuckles again as he slides my underwear back into place, stands up and grabs my jeans from where he threw them earlier.
“At least she gave us a warning. You better put those back on if you really want to keep this a secret. I’m going to go to the bathroom again. For real, this time.”
His cock strains blatantly against his pants as he steps away, and I swallow a groan of disappointment.
Looks like we’ll have to wait a little longer before I get my chance to return the favour.
For now, I pull my jeans back on, run a quick hand through my hair so it doesn’t look too obviously post-orgasmic, and cross my legs just before Hannah opens the door and walks in.