Chapter 35
~Riley~
The first thought that drifts back into my head when the fog of my orgasm clears?
I’ve never felt like this before, and the feeling is more than physical.
To be fair, I haven’t slept with very many men.
There have only been two before tonight: my high school boyfriend that I gave my virginity to, who never figured out how to make me come, and Trevor.
In the locker room, when girls like Natasha talk breezily about sex, I always smile or nod along, pretending that I know exactly what they’re talking about when deep down, I feel like a fraud.
Although I’m not a virgin, I still feel inexperienced compared to the confident women surrounding me who embrace their sexuality full-on.
Trevor was much more experienced than I was when we got together.
There were rumours about other girls, lots of girls, before me, but when I asked him about it, he said the past didn’t matter.
I took him at his word, and I appreciated that his experience had taught him plenty of things about pleasing a woman in bed.
My days of no-orgasm sex were in the past, though I couldn’t honestly say that I came every time we had sex.
Still, 60% of the time, give or take, beat 0% by a long shot.
However, despite the more satisfying sex, a power imbalance existed between us.
There was always the unspoken understanding that he had been the one to settle for me, and that I got more out of the relationship that he did.
Which is ironic, really, considering it turned out he’d only been interested in me for my money in the first place.
In everyone else’s eyes, he was older, more popular, and a better skater.
He was the catch, and I was the lucky girl who held the line he happened to bite on.
I felt it every time people talked about us, and somehow, I never quite shed the skin of the shy, inexperienced girl I’d been when he first asked me out.
With Hudson, I don’t feel that way at all.
From the very start, he treated me as an equal. No one ever whispered behind my back that he’s out of my league. He’s open and honest about how he feels and not once has he made me feel inferior in any way, on the ice or off.
And now, he just made me come for the second time in as many days, while I still haven’t even seen his cock.
That needs to change.
Reaching down to where he’s still lazily kissing my breasts, I thread my fingers through his hair and gently tug him up until we’re face-to-face.
Satisfaction and anticipation dance in his blue eyes, and when I pull him in for a kiss, a groan full of desire vibrates deep in his throat.
It shoots straight to the deepest part of me, kickstarting another throbbing need to replace the one he just satisfied.
As we kiss, my hand drifts down his body, over his lean, taut stomach and down to the edge of his boxer-briefs that provide the only barrier between me and his cock.
When my fingers slip beneath the waistband, he lets out another soft groan, his mouth still fused to mine.
When they connect with the soft head of his cock, he inhales, and when they wrap around his shaft, his body jolts.
“Your hand feels even better than I imagined it would,” he murmurs, parting his lips from mine only long enough to get the words out.
“Did you imagine it a lot?” I tease, stroking him lightly.
“Way more than I should have for someone who was supposed to be a friend.”
Lying on my back with him being taller than me, I can’t stroke him as well as I want to, but I don’t want to stop kissing him either. As observant as he is, Hudson notices my dilemma and offers a compromise.
“Hold your hand steady,” he whispers. “Let me take care of it.”
The instruction confuses me, but only for a moment.
Like he said, I hold my hand in place, and as his lips lower back to mine, his hips thrust against me.
His cock slides through the circle of my hand, slow and deliberate, until my fingers hit the base of his shaft.
Just as slowly, he pulls back and does it again.
With his tongue in my mouth, he fucks my hand, taking care of his own pleasure while driving my need through the roof again.
After a minute, I interrupt the kiss once more, worried that the dry friction can’t be all that pleasant for him. “Wait, we need something…”
Rather than articulating my plan, I pull my hand out of his underwear and bring it to my mouth so I can drop a large puddle of spit on it.
Hudson’s wide eyes take me in as I return my hand to its previous location, slather the saliva over his cock, which has grown since I first felt it, and give him a nod.
“Okay, go ahead.”
“That might be the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen,” he tells me, leaning back down with a wolfish grin to devour my mouth again. His cock thrusts into my hand once more, faster now that it has some lubrication, and my hips automatically tilt forward to meet his movements.
As soon as he feels me pressing against him, he groans again.
“Alright, enough underwear.”
With that pronouncement, he leaps to his feet and sheds his remaining piece of clothing. My eyes drop to the cock I just had my hand on, staring in open appreciation at the naked man before me.
A tantalizing trail of red hair leads from his navel down to the thick cock jutting straight out from his hips, sitting above his thick, strong thighs.
His upper body isn’t overly developed, which is no surprise.
Bulging biceps would only be a detriment to a skater, and he looks amazing exactly as he is.
Every inch is toned. Even the hair on his calves is red, and I have an almost irresistible urge to run my hands over all of him.
With him naked, I slip off my panties too, leaving me completely exposed to him.
He takes his time drinking me in, which I can’t complain about when I just did the same to him.
Finally, clearing his throat, he heads for his suitcase and digs around for a moment before pulling out a square foil condom wrapper.
“You still want all of it?” he asks, and I know that if I said no, he would stop right now, no questions asked.
Hope flickers in those blue eyes of his, though, and it’s a hope I have no intention of disappointing.
“More than ever.”
“Thank you, Jesus,” he mutters under his breath before ripping open the package and rolling the condom onto his cock with practiced ease.
Condoms aren’t optional. Even though I’m on birth control, I can’t take any chances, not when the state of my body literally determines my success in my job, and he knows and understands that without me needing to say a word.
Ready to go, he returns to the bed and crawls back over me, leaning down to kiss me again and his hand slipping between my legs to circle my clit a couple of more times. He really doesn’t need to bother; I’m already aching for him.
Shifting his weight, he adjusts his position until his cock is pressing against my entrance, but he simply rests there for a moment, going no further.
“What are you waiting for?” I breathe out, angling my hips towards him, desperate to feel him inside me at last.
“I’m psyching myself up,” he mutters, and my brows crease downwards in confusion.
“For what?”
His eyes, previously downcast, lift to meet mine. “For losing myself in you. I have a feeling that once I have you, you’ll own me, Riley Walters. Even more than you already do.”
My heart stutters at the sweet, unexpected words, and the hungry, possessive need in his eyes.
Did I really think we could be just friends? Was I really trying to convince myself of that just a couple of days ago? It seems insane to me right now, because it would be so, so easy to lose myself in him too.
“I promise I’ll be careful with you,” I whisper back, and he bites down hard on his bottom lip before thrusting his hips forward and pushing into me in one deep, long stroke.
A strangled mix of exclamation and gasp slips through my parted lips as my body adjusts to the sudden fullness, the welcome intrusion of him. Hudson pauses again, breathing in a deep breath the same as I do.
“Yup,” he states solemnly, looking down at me with a twinkle in his eyes. “Perfect, just as I thought.”
A laugh starts in my throat, but before it can fully form, he slides out and pushes back in again and the sound morphs into a moan.
God, he feels good. My hands skim along his back and down to his ass, feeling his firm muscles tighten with each thrust. When my fingers dig into his skin, Hudson grunts.
“Bruise, right there.”
“Oh, fuck. Sorry.”
My hands move a little higher, but he grins down at me. “I didn’t say to stop.”
Lowering down onto his elbows so his hands are free to cup my face, he leans down to kiss me while his hips continue to roll against mine. Thrust after thrust comes faster and harder. One hand leaves my face and slips between us, returning to my clit as his pace becomes punishing.
“Hudson,” I moan, tilting my hips even further forward and bringing my feet to rest almost behind my head, making the angle of his thrusts even better. “I’m so close.”
I didn’t expect to come again, not after my earlier orgasm, but Hudson takes my admission as a challenge. His fingers rub against my clit firmly with each stroke of his cock, harder and harder until my legs begin to tremble.
“Yes. That’s… yes!” I choke out a cry as my orgasm crests and Hudson pants deeply, gasping out a strangled version of my name before his body shudders. Warmth and contentment flood my body as we fall into bliss together.
Did he say I would own him after this? I think he has it backwards because I’m pretty sure Hudson Baker just claimed a piece of my soul.