Chapter 34
~Hudson~
With Hannah in Riley’s room, going back to mine is the obvious choice. As a competitor, I got a private room while those who came to watch had to double up.
Riley’s tongue darts over her lips before she nods, and the movement goes straight to my cock.
It’s been on high alert, eager for a chance to join in the fun ever since I went down on Riley yesterday.
Not much longer, I promise as I head to the elevator in the lobby, smiling and waving at acquaintances who are making their own way in or out of the hotel.
Yeah, I’m talking to my dick. This woman has me so far gone, I’m just glad I’m not saying it out loud.
When I reach my room, I pull off my boots and leave one of them between the door and its frame so it doesn’t close and lock, and throw my coat and scarf in the closet.
Since I already tidied the room before I left, there isn’t much for me to do to keep busy.
I head into the bathroom, running my fingers through my curly hair that’s been blown and tossed in the winter wind, trying to bring it back under control.
It’s a lost cause, so I give up and head back into the main room instead, trying not to pace.
Dinner with my family went just as well as I hoped it would. They all liked Riley; I could tell from the way they responded to her even before we had a chance to talk about it, when Riley left the table to use the washroom at the end of the meal.
“How’d you get someone that pretty to go out with you?” Tyler asked, half-joking and half-jealous. I noticed the way his neck flushed red every time she turned her big brown eyes on him.
“My charming personality, obviously,” I tossed back, knowing that would make both him and Zac snort.
“She’s sweet,” Sutton offered. “A little quiet, but sweet.”
Compared to my family, Riley could be quiet, but I also knew that she could be bold and creative and so many other wonderful things when she felt comfortable. She’d be holding her own against my brothers and sisters in no time.
My mom had a different perspective.
“She really makes you happy,” she said, brushing a stray curl off my forehead like she used to do when I was little. “You’re beaming, and not from the floodlights you usually put on in front of everyone. It’s coming from inside.”
She tapped my chest and I couldn’t think of a damn thing to say, all my usual comebacks choking up in the face of her genuine delight.
The hotel room door creaks, and I spin around just in time to see Riley pushing her way in, her cheeks nearly crimson as she glances back over her shoulder. A breathy laugh floats through the air as she moves my shoe and closes the door behind her. “I don’t think anyone saw me.”
I wouldn’t care if the whole world saw her coming into my room, but for her sake, I play along. “That’s good. Did you text Hannah?”
Her cheeks somehow flush even deeper. “I did. I said I probably wouldn’t be back tonight.”
Since I don’t want her to leave, that sounds perfect.
Before she can start to doubt her decision in coming here, I stride over to her and cup her face in my hands. Her breath hitches as our eyes meet, and when she tilts her head a little further back, an invitation if I ever saw one, I lower my mouth to hers.
It’s soft, at first; a light brush of our lips, her breath warm against my skin.
I take a breath and press my lips to hers more firmly while my hands reach down to unbutton her puffy winter coat.
The mint she had at the restaurant after dinner is still cool on her tongue when I slip mine into her mouth.
Her coat hits the floor as I pull her further into the room, our mouths never parting. Her boots thud against the carpet as she kicks them off and I pull the scarf from around her neck, careful not to tug too hard around her neck.
“Tell me how far you want to take things tonight,” I beg, skimming kisses across her cheek to the base of her ear as my fingers tangle in her hair. “We’ll go at your pace.”
“I’m ready for all of it,” she whispers back, tugging at the bottom of my shirt. “I’ve been thinking about this all day.”
Thank fuck. My cock jerks in my pants like it just got a shot of adrenaline.
In my relief, I can’t help teasing her. “You were thinking about this while I was lying unconscious on the ice?”
Riley rolls her eyes, her head falling back and exposing her delicious neck to me. “You weren’t unconscious.”
I swoop down to suck on the soft skin of her throat. “You didn’t know that for sure and you were still imagining riding me at that moment? That sounds like some kind of fetish.”
“My therapist calls it a kink, not a fetish.”
It takes me a second to process what she said, and I snort with laughter before scooping her up into my arms. Riley shrieks in surprise, her arms snaking around my neck as she clings to me.
“And my family thought you were so quiet and sweet.”
I toss her onto the bed with just enough force that she bounces when she lands, her head landing softly on the pillows. “Well, you know the truth.”
Her cheeks are still flushed, but now the colour comes from excitement, from the same anticipation that simmers in her heated gaze as I pull my sweater over my head.
She’s seen me shirtless once before, the first day we met in the men’s change room, but given the circumstances, I don’t think she bothered to check me out.
Today, she does. Her eyes roam across my chest and downwards, finding the faint trail of red hair that leads lower.
My cock strains against my pants with all its might, and when she licks her lips again, I can’t hold back my groan.
“Everything about you is so damned sexy, Riley.” I reach down to pull off one of my socks. “Every.” The other sock comes off too. “Single.” I pull down my zipper and tug my pants off too, leaving me in only my underwear. “Thing.”
I don’t want to rush through anything, but I’m desperate to feel her skin against mine, and she has the same idea. As soon as I’m almost naked, she sits up and pulls her shirt over her head too.
Her white bra contrasts beautifully with her darker skin, covering her gently swelling breasts with enticing satin and lace.
I’m ready to beg her to show me more but she doesn’t make me, reaching behind her back and undoing the clasp so the fabric falls away.
My mouth waters at the sight of her dark pink, peaked nipples, begging to be sucked into my mouth.
I lean onto the bed and push her back down so I can take off her jeans and socks. Her panties, I leave on as I climb onto the bed and crawl over until my body hovers above hers.
“So damned sexy,” I repeat before lowering my face to her chest and covering her nipple with my lips.
Her hands wind into my hair, tugging gently as my tongue swirls around her peak, and she gasps as I suck.
That little inhale makes me crave her mouth again, and I rise up to kiss her, a deep, hungry kiss of warring tongues that has my cock growing even harder, until I slide back down to her other breast and repeat the process.
“Hudson,” Riley moans as she uses my hair to pull me back up for another kiss.
I go willingly, eager to touch and taste every inch of her.
After another long, air-devouring kiss, I work my way over to her ear, experimenting with my tongue along the edge of it.
When I pulled her lobe between my teeth, her back arches up, pressing her chest against me.
That spot is a winner, apparently.
Her nails dig into my back as I drift down to her neck, licking and kissing her there before I end up back at her breasts.
Her nipples have stiffened even more, and when I suck on one again, her hips tilt upwards.
I’ve been keeping my pelvis just above her, not quite touching, but when she finds my hard cock and inhales, I lower myself fully, pressing my length into her and rubbing while I suck on her breast.
“Oh, God,” she whimpers, pushing back against me, seeking more friction, more pressure. Just more. My fingers slip beneath the waist of her panties and find her clit as I suck her nipple hard and she comes, shuddering beneath me with a strangled cry.
This is by far the best night I can remember, and we’re still just getting warmed up.