28. Chapter 27
Chapter 27
Hudson
I wake up sometime around two to steady movement to my left. It’s slow and deliberate and it has my eyes snapping open. It’s dark, but even in the dim light, I can see that Finn has climbed into bed with me. I pop up on an elbow to make sure she’s got enough blankets, since it feels like she’s yanking on them. That’s when I notice she’s changed into sweats, and her hand is quite literally down the front of her pants.
My eyes snap to her face, but her eyes are closed.
“Jameson,” I whisper.
She moans a little and I groan inwardly when my cock perks up. I can’t help but strain to see more of her in the darkened room like the creepy asshole I am. I lay back, stock still, my right arm at my side, the other behind my head. But I can’t see what she’s doing and sue me for wanting to look.
Shifting slightly, I turn onto my side. “Jameson. Wake up.” I gently shake her.
She lets out a breathy sigh and turns, throwing a leg over my thigh, so it’s wedged under hers. My lungs seize up and my heart kicks into overdrive when she starts rocking her hips, slowly finding friction against me. Her bottom knee grazes my cock through my boxers, and my breath comes out in a pant.
Any straight, red-blooded man with a functioning penis and a best friend who basically agreed to friends with benefits less than twelve hours ago would take advantage of the opportunity presenting itself. And normally, I am that man. Fuck yes, I am. All week long and twice on Sunday. However, she’s clearly still feeling the effects of the booze, and I might be turned on as fuck, but I absolutely do not want Finn drunk the first time we hook up. I want what she’s offering, but I won’t take it. Not until she’s sober.
She sighs again and I whisper, “Jameson.” A little louder, I try again. “Jameson, wake up.”
She doesn’t. But she does wrap an arm around my right bicep and press her tits against me. Fuck. I never should have bought her that damn slushy. The thing was bigger than her head.
She continues grinding against my leg, and no matter how hard I try, I can’t keep my cock from hardening. This is fucked up. I should get up. She would be completely mortified if she could see herself right now. But to me, she’s stunning and sexy as hell like this, and fuck if I want her to stop.
I watch her, my eyes the only thing moving. Her hair is spread out around her pillow, that familiar citrus scent of her shampoo filling my nostrils. Her breath comes out in little pants and she moans, shifting so she can slip a hand under her thin tank top. My mouth goes dry when she grabs a handful of her chest and moans again.
“Need to come,” she mumbles and then finds my hand, dragging it to her hip.
Her eyes are still shut, possibly stuck between awake and dream, and her voice is sleepy. My eyes trail to her hip, still moving, and I fist her sweats in my hand, gritting my teeth against the need to move with her. It doesn’t feel right, knowing she’s not fully awake or sober; I never want to cross a line with her that we can’t come back from. But when I let my eyes roam her tight body and up to her face, she’s watching me with hooded, glossy eyes.
“Huddy, can I come?”
Those four words shred the tiny grip I have on my sanity. I won’t touch her. Not like this, not when she might not remember. But I can help her get there without touching her. That’s ok.
Right?
I lift onto my elbow and hike her leg up to give her more friction, then rest my hand between us. Nothing—and I do mean nothing—short of her telling me to would get me to stop this from happening.
I lean in so I’m close to her ear. “Move those hips, Jameson. Don’t stop until you soak these sweats for me.”
Her eyes flutter open and she nods. A slow lazy smile crawls across her face before she bites her lip and lets out the sexiest moan I’ve ever heard.
“Use me. Let me hear you come,” I manage to rasp out. I fist a hand in the comforter to stop myself from escalating the movement of her hips with my hand.
She licks her lips and nods. Her hips lose some rhythm the closer she gets, but she doesn’t stop grinding against my thigh. I can feel the damp heat from her pussy through the fabric of her sweats, can smell her arousal, and it’s enough to have my cock leaking in my underwear.
The force of her movements against me causes a delicious friction on my cock against the blankets bunched between us and her knee. It feels like too much and not enough all at once. What I wouldn’t give to roll her fully on top of me. I want her on my cock so badly that it hurts.
“Feels so good.” Her breath skates across my bare chest, making my skin tingle with anticipation. “Need more. I need you. ”
I grab her thigh and hike her leg up again, giving her a better angle. Her hand moves to grab my cock through my boxers. As her fingers graze the tip, it takes everything in me to grab her wrist and bring it to my chest.
My hips buck forward, and I fight against the sensation to come. It’s been almost four months since anyone but me has touched my cock, and that minuscule contact has me ready to blow like I’m fifteen.
“Fuck,” I mutter.
She lifts my hand, drags my fingers across her lips, and then darts out her tongue, drawing my index and middle fingers into her mouth. She sucks hard and moans around them and I swear my eyes cross.
Her hips pick up speed, and although I can’t exactly see everything, she works the hand under her shirt and tugs on a nipple. The other one hardens further against the fabric of her shirt, which is practically see-through. I imagine pulling one of the stiff peaks into my mouth. Biting down hard on my molars, I fight the urge to rock against her.
My mind wanders as she doubles down on my thigh, still licking and sucking my fingers like she’s working my cock. I’ve never seen her completely topless before, but it would be so easy for me to lift her shirt and see if her nipples are the same delicious, rosy shade as those lips I love so much. I bet they are. And I imagine her perfect pussy is the same color, slick and warm, waiting for me to sink into.
“That’s it.” I murmur, voice low. “Show me the way you’ll take my cock when I finally give in and fill up this pretty mouth. Show me how you’d fuck me with it.”
“Oh, God, yes,” she cries out, my fingers slipping free of her mouth. It’s followed by a long moan as she suddenly comes.
Her bottom knee barely brushes my aching cock, and it happens so quickly, I don’t have time to stop it.
“Ah, fuck .” The force of my own orgasm hits me hard and steals my breath. My hand finds her hip, fisting her sweats again, as it rips through my body, tightening my abs. I grit my teeth against a groan and my eyes frantically snap to her face. Her eyes are shut, her head tipped back against the pillow, jaw slack, and her thighs are clamped tight around me as she rides it out.
I force my breathing to steady itself out as quietly as I can. She sighs contentedly, going still next to me, with my leg still trapped between hers.
I lift my head and look to where the blankets have been pushed down. There’s a wet spot growing on the front of my boxer briefs. I drop my head back to the pillow and run a hand down my face.
Her sleepy voice breaks the silence. “I love the way you sound when you come.”
I turn my head on the pillow in surprise as she lets out a little snore.
My heartbeat slows while I stare up at the ceiling. Her breath has evened out and she sighs sweetly in her sleep. I run my eyes over her face, then reach over, brush a bit of hair off her cheek, and press a soft kiss to her forehead.
Slowly, carefully, I untangle our limbs and ease off the bed. My cum makes my underwear stick uncomfortably to my skin. With a quick glance back at the bed, I head toward the bathroom, swiping a clean pair of boxers off the top of my duffle bag as I go.