34. Chapter 33
Chapter 33
Finnley
I pull open my bedroom door to find Hudson on the other side, hair disheveled and sexy as fuck. The second my eyes land on his lips, my cheeks heat. I can still feel his tongue on me.
He steps inside, quietly closing the door behind him. He takes my hand and leads me to the bed. Instead of kissing me, he tugs me down to sit and meets my eyes. I know before he even speaks that our fun is over. At least for tonight.
“I should go back to my room,” he starts, and then pulls on the back of his neck like he does when he’s nervous or unsure. “If she wakes up again—”
“I understand,” I say, but it’s hard to keep the disappointment out of my voice.
He blows out a breath. “I’m sorry.” He wraps a hand around the back of my neck and brings our foreheads together.
“It’s really ok,” I say, brushing my thumb over the back of his other hand, where it rests on my thigh. As much as I want to be with him, Paige’s happiness comes first. “Did she mention Tristen?” I ask .
He shakes his head. “No, but I’m sure that’s why she woke up. It’s subconscious, but I know Tristen is a trigger for her.”
Hudson has mentioned multiple times that Paige sometimes has a hard time after a conversation with her mom. If she spoke to Tristen more often, it might not be so bad, but getting that woman to be consistent in anything other than being absent would take an act of God.
“I’m sorry she got so upset with you,” I whisper, our lips inches apart.
He nods, then lifts his chin. “I can take it.” He presses a kiss to my lips, pulling me against him. I go willingly, throwing my leg over his to straddle his lap. He groans when I sit my weight on him, and I can feel how hard he is again.
“I really didn’t picture this night ending with me jerking off,” he jokes.
“You want a quick blow job?” I ask, with a cheeky grin.
He runs his thumb over my jaw, eyes dropping to my mouth and then back up, gaze blazing. “The first time you wrap those puffy lips around my cock, there better not be anything quick about it.”
The light is dim in here, but I’m sure I’m blushing like mad. “Yes, sir.” I throw up a little salute.
His cock twitches beneath me and he groans. “Damn. New kink unlocked.”
“You want me to call you ‘sir?’” I tease, looking up at him through my lashes. “Maybe get on my knees and wait for you when you come in the door?”
The low noise he makes in his throat drops a thudding, warm pulse beat straight to my clit.
“That’s not a bad idea,” he says and captures my mouth. His tongue glides along mine and I fist my hands in his hair. He trails his tongue down my neck.
“Want me to call you daddy, too?” I say, head tipped back .
A laugh bursts out of him, sending his breath skittering across my neck and chest. “What the fuck have you been reading?”
“Listen, there are all manner of kinks in those books. You’d be surprised what an author can make hot.” I tilt my head in the direction of my Kindle on the nightstand, and he follows the movement. “Lots of one-handed reads in that baby.”
“One-handed reads?” His lips leave my neck and he cocks an eyebrow.
“Yeah, one hand for the book, the other hand for this.” I reach under the covers and drop my pink bullet vibrator into his palm.
His eyes go wide and then snap to mine. He licks his bottom lip. “You ever use this and think about me?”
I nod, my cheeks heating. Why do I feel so shy all of a sudden? This is Hudson and he just had his tongue on my pussy.
“When?” His voice comes out all raw and deep and my clit throbs.
“That night after I saw you in the shower.”
His brows lift. “You used this…and thought about that?”
“Mm-hm,” I hum.
He brushes my hair back from my face. “Damn, that’s hot.”
I dip my chin, smiling. My mind flashes with the image of him coming all over the shower door. When I look back up, his eyes have dropped to the pink silicone in his hand. Not having his eyes on me gives me the courage I need to ask, “What were you thinking about that day?”
“You,” he says without hesitation, his gaze landing on mine.
I bite my lip, loving his answer. “You gonna think about me tonight? When you go back to your room?”
He nods, his breath ghosting across my lips. “You?”
My answering nod is shy. Again.
“You gonna use this?” He softly taps the vibrator on my thigh.
I bite the inside of my cheek, searching his eyes. “Do you want me to?”
He swallows hard. “Yes. ”
“Ok.” I nod again.
Slowly, he lifts me to standing and then helps me into bed. He leans down and takes my mouth again, plunging his tongue inside, demanding entry, and moaning when he gets it. I reach up and grip his cock through his shorts and it’s my turn to moan. I want him so badly, but we have to wait. For Paige and her peace of mind, I can wait.
“Night, babe,” he says, and the look on his face tells me that the last thing he wants to do is leave.
A slow smile spreads across my face. “Night, Huddy.”
It isn’t three minutes since he’s left my room when my phone lights up with his name. I smile and swipe to connect to the FaceTime call.
“Hey.” His voice is husky and deep.
I reach for my AirPods when I see he has his in, too. Once they’re connected, I lay back against the pillows.
“Hi,” I say, butterflies a riot in my belly.
“I think about it, too,” he says. “You watching me.”
“Mm… Talk to me, Huddy,” I breathe out. Pushing away my embarrassment at me masturbating for my best friend, I click on my trusty bullet, cranking it up to high.
His eyes widen imperceptibly, and I don’t have to wonder if he can hear the vibrations over the phone. “Are you still wet?”
“Dripping.” I pant when I press the bullet to my clit.
“For me?” he rasps out.
“Only for you.”
“ Fuck, ” he whispers, his voice sounding strained. “Let me see it, Jameson. On your fingers. Show me how wet you are.”
His use of my last name again is impersonal, his tone demanding and full of need. And it’s hot as hell. It’s brought us back to that forbidden area of almost. It feels different from when he used my first name earlier. I loved that—the intimacy it brought to him putting his mouth on me. If we’d not been interrupted, I have no doubt it would have been a slow-burn, white-hot, and soul-shattering moment. And while what we’re doing is still extremely intimate, it’s the thought of a hot, quick one-off with someone you shouldn’t want that is such a turn on.
Palming the vibrator, I push two fingers through my center, and then bring my fingers up to the camera. He groans.
“I wanna taste you, again. Tell me how you taste.”
I suck my fingers into my mouth and moan. I’ve never tasted myself before. My God, I’ve never masturbated with someone watching. But Hudson makes me feel so wanted, my inhibitions are almost nonexistent.
“Goddamn,” he says, voice low.
I have no idea why I feel so shy asking, considering I just sucked my arousal off my fingers for him, but my voice comes out sort of low and shaky. “Are you touching yourself, Huddy?”
His voice comes out deep and a bit strained. “No.”
“Don’t you want to?”
“Fuck yes,” he breathes.
I bite my lip and grin. “Do it. Let me see you.”
Surprisingly, he doesn’t hesitate. Immediately, he shifts, propping his phone against something on the bed. Then, he pulls the front of his shorts down, palming his cock through his boxers. The veins in his forearm and hand stand out with the movement and are almost as nice of a view as the giant bulge he’s rubbing.
He squeezes and then runs his hand along the length of it before pulling his boxers down, just under his sack. He puts his thumb against it, holding it in place, before running his fingers up his shaft—up over the head and back down. I honestly don’t know where to focus my eyes. There is so much real estate to take in.
“Holy shit,” I moan, pressing the vibrator to my clit. “Your cock is perfect. ”
A low rumble of a chuckle meets my ears. “Listen to you, Jameson. Fuck. Your little moans are just a warm-up, aren’t they? When I finally have you alone and on my cock, buried so deep inside you, I’ll have you screaming my name.”
“Mm, Huddy. Keep talking. Tell me more,” I beg.
“Then get to work on that pussy, Finnley, and let me hear you come. Can you do that for me, pretty girl?”
“Mm, fuck,” I pant out, relishing in this new nickname, while watching him work himself over.
His strokes are slow and deliberate, just like they were that day in the shower. His grip is firm, the muscles of his forearm standing out. It’s so hot. He flips his hand over and switches to a tugging motion, his thumb brushing the dark hair at the base of his cock on each down stroke. A bead of precum appears at the tip and my mouth waters, longing to taste him.
My eyes wander up his chest, where his other arm is behind his head, and I so badly wish I could run my fingers over his pecs; wish I could smell his skin, his cologne, anything. I’m already so damn close. I won’t last long. I can already feel that delicious tingle building at the base of my spine, a tug sparking to life low in my belly.
“I thought of you coming on my tongue that day, straddling my face, riding me, soaking me,” he grits out. “Will you sit on my face for me, Finnley? Fuck my mouth with your perfect, rosy cunt?”
His words wash over me and I shatter, my climax catching me completely off guard. Goosebumps race over my skin, my thighs shake, and my chest heaves as he works his cock. His abs clench and his fist tightens toward his tip, his strokes short and fast, until thick ribbons of cum pulse out of him and down his hand. Wave after wave of my orgasm hits me as I watch, and I fight to catch my breath .
I click off the vibrator and leave it tucked in my panties, too spent to move. Seconds later, his face fills my screen, hazel eyes hooded and a lazy smile on his face.
I let out a breathy laugh, head turned on the pillow. It’s quiet for a few minutes while he shifts, grabbing a few tissues to clean himself up. When he comes fully back into view on the screen, he turns onto his side and his handsome face is all I can see.
“Still sad about having to jerk off tonight?” I tease.
His answering chuckle is easy, sleepy. “Not in the slightest.”