40. Chapter 39
Chapter 39
Finnley
Hudson slides into my bed behind me ten minutes later, running his hand over my hip and up my side. The delighted laugh he lets out tugs at my gut and makes me smile. After he freaked out in the kitchen, I was worried that things would be too weird, and he’d end up calling this whole thing off.
But he’s here, naked and in my bed. And judging by the slide of his hard cock against my thigh, he’s definitely still into this. I push back a bit, wiggling my ass against him.
He presses his lips to my shoulder, kissing and licking his way up my neck. I shiver, loving the way his lips feel on my skin.
“Is Paige ok?” I ask.
“Sound asleep,” he whispers against my ear, giving me the chills. He trails his fingers down my outer thigh. “Turn on the light.”
“Why?” I ask, breathlessly, when his teeth nip at my earlobe.
Wrapping an arm around my waist, he rolls me to my back. I immediately bring my arms up to cover my chest, even though it’s dark in here and I can barely make out the whites of his eyes .
Hudson reaches across my body and clicks on the small lamp on my nightstand. I squint against the light and feel my cheeks heat.
I’ve always tried to be confident in my breasts, but it’s fake. I hate how small they are. It's embarrassing. Now, I’m catapulted back to all the times in school I was teased about being Captain of the Itty-Bitty Titty Committee, and the handful of times my ex teased me about only needing a training bra. I thought most men would be thrilled to have a woman who still had a perky enough rack to not need a bra, but not Jeff.
Logically, I know those kids were assholes, and my ex was, too, but Hudson’s opinion means everything to me. I’m worried about how I’ll measure up to the women he’s been with since he and Tristen split.
Hudson gazes down at me, eyes moving between my face and my covered chest. “Why are you covering yourself?”
I hate how insecure I feel right now, and I can’t meet his eyes. “There isn’t much to look at.”
He nudges me with an amused half grin. “You do realize I’m a guy, right?” He raises his eyebrows and pokes me with his erection for good measure. “A straight guy. One that likes tits. I don’t discriminate; I’m an equal opportunity tit guy. Big ones, little ones, doesn’t matter. Never met a tit I didn’t like.”
Normally, I would laugh at that, but I can barely crack a smile. I eye him skeptically and I hate how small my voice sounds. “You still haven’t seen them. They’re kind of…underwhelming.”
His eyes soften and he leans in, running his nose along my jaw. “I’ve known you seventeen years, pretty girl. I may not have seen you topless yet, but I already know that’s complete bullshit.”
I growl quietly in frustration and look away.
He turns my head toward him with a finger under my chin. “If you want the lights off, I’ll respect it,” he says softly. “But just know that nothing about your body will ever turn me off, ok? I literally cannot stop thinking about every inch of you.”
I silently watch him.
He pushes out his bottom lip a bit, eyes taking on a pouty glint. “Please? Betty and Wilma are perfect, I know it.”
A laugh bursts out of me, shaking the bed a bit. “You named my tits Betty and Wilma?”
“Yeah, just now.” He grins, then runs a hand down my stomach, stopping when he gets to the strip of curls between my thighs. “And this is Pebbles.”
My lashes sweep my cheeks, and a ghost of a smile pulls my lips up. “You’re ridiculous.”
“I know.” He chuckles and nudges me. “Please?”
With a sassy roll of my eyes, I take a deep breath, but inside, I’m scared to death. Scared he’ll laugh. Scared he’ll make a joke. But this is Hudson. I trust him. Slowly, I bring my arms to rest on my stomach.
He leans up on an elbow and takes me in. I watch his face for any sign of revulsion or twitch of his lips that tells me he’ll laugh at me. But he doesn’t. His gaze trails over me like a physical thing; so weighty, it feels suffocating. I can’t take the silence.
My voice comes out quiet when I say, “I can put a shirt on.”
His eyes flick to mine. “The fuck you will. Why would you do that?”
I shrug. “You’re not saying anything.”
He makes a choking sound. “That’s because all the blood in my body is rushing to my junk right now.”
The line is cheesy as fuck, but his words hit their mark, and a deep blush floods my cheeks. I smile. “Oh.”
Then, he rolls his eyes up to mine in a silent question for permission to touch me. I nod once .
He tentatively raises a hand, cupping one breast in his palm, before sweeping a thumb over my nipple. It pulls a breathy sigh from my lips and his eyes land on mine. “You want to know what I see?”
Hesitant, I nod. “Ok.”
His eyes trail over my chest, his hand following, as he speaks low and soft. “Creamy skin—just bigger than a handful—perfectly round areolas, and tight, puckered nipples the same dark pink shade as your beautiful pussy.”
Now I’m really blushing.
“They’re fucking perfect, Finn. Just like everything else about you.” His gaze lands on mine, and when he runs his thumb over my nipple again, my chest blooms with heat at the tender way he looks at the one part of my body I’ve been embarrassed about for my entire life.
The back of my throat stings and I swallow hard, forcing myself to clear it and not cry.
“I don’t want you to hide your body from me. Understand?”
I nod, a smile tipping up the corner of my mouth. “Ok.”
He runs a fingertip around my other nipple, and I arch into his touch. “They’re better than I imagined, for the record.” His eyes briefly flick to mine before returning to my chest. “Every inch of you is. My best friend is hot as fuck.”
That makes me grin. “God, you must be obsessed with me to spend so much time thinking about my body.”
A low, rumbling chuckle shakes his chest, and he leans up to press a kiss on my lips. “Baby, I’ve fisted my cock to thoughts of your body more times than I can count.”
I’m sure my eyes are filled with lust, but my tone is teasing when I say, “Perv.”
“You like it,” he says, before he dips his head and pulls a rosy nipple into his mouth, sucking then flicking it with his tongue .
“Who knew Hudson Hayes could fuck like a god?” I moan and then suck in a sharp breath when he gently closes his teeth on my nipple.
“I did.” He chuckles around the tight, warm bud, cocky as ever. “And I knew you’d be a dirty, little slut for my cock, too.”
I look down at him where he’s moving to the other breast. “You’re so sure of yourself, aren’t you?”
He gently pulls my nipple through his teeth, then looks up at me. His expression turns heated, and his eyes are hooded with lust. “Tell me I’m wrong. Tell me that needy, perfect cunt of yours isn’t drenched right now just thinking about the possibility of me bending you over, or how much you liked me fucking your throat, and I’ll take it back.”
My entire body floods with heat at his words and I have never wanted his mouth on me more than I do right now. I raise an eyebrow in challenge. “Why don’t you quit running that pretty mouth and find out?”
“Come to think of it, I am fucking starving,” he whispers, a devilish grin breaking out across his face.
I let out a squeal when he throws the blankets back and yanks my legs open, crawling between them.
My head falls back and with a long moan when he wastes no time diving in, running his tongue up the slit and circling my clit. It’s incredible how absolutely sinful his tongue feels, using the perfect toe-curling amount of pressure right where I need it.
“How?” I gasp out, already breathless.
“How, what, pretty girl?” he asks, blowing lightly on the slickness flooding my core.
“How are you s–so good at that?” I stutter out.
Popping his head up from between my thighs, a grin splits his face. “Mom used to let me lick the beaters a lot,” he says, pumping his eyebrows up and down.
“ Thank you , Emily.” I sigh and drop my head back to the pillow .
“Ok, let’s stop talking about my mom while I’m face down in your pussy, though. It’s kind of a boner killer.”
“Fair enough.” My laugh is breathless.
Rocking my hips up, Hudson dives back in, licking and sucking, and then pulling at my clit with his lips.
Sometimes, I can just look at a man and instantly tell he loves to eat pussy. And dammit, Hudson Hayes is one of those men. He eats me like a man starved—his tongue doing things to me that turn my insides to liquid fire.
He alternates between licking, kissing, and sucking at my clit, then dipping his tongue inside me, before repeating the process. The sound is wet and filthy, and the noises he makes while his face is between my thighs lets me know he’s enjoying this just as much as I am. He’s feasting on my pussy for his pleasure just as much as he is for mine. It’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced, and he has me right at the edge within minutes.
“Ah, Huddy. Shit…that’s good. So good. Right there.”
“Damn, pretty girl, you’re dripping,” he says against my pussy. “You gonna come for me again? Is this greedy, little cunt aching to be filled up?”
“Yes! Oh, God, yes,” I gasp, my hands fisting in the sheets.
I feel him push two fingers inside me, and with his mouth on my clit, he crooks his fingers. My orgasm rips through me, stars exploding behind my eyes, and I cry out.
“Fucking stunning,” he whispers, while I tremble, thighs shaking against him.
My eyes flutter open just in time to watch him suck his fingers into his mouth, moaning at the taste of me. Another wave hits me, stealing my breath.
“Look at the mess you made.” His tone is awed. “Such a filthy fucking girl, coming so hard that you completely soaked the sheets.”
I lift my head and see he’s right. It’s almost embarrassing how wet I am .
He doesn’t waste any time shifting and climbing up the bed. He leans back against the headboard and grabs me around the waist, hauling me up so I’m on top of him. “Now, get up here and soak my dick, too.”
He’s so sexy leaned back against the headboard, with a cocky grin, dancing hazel eyes, and wild curls on top of his head. I sit back on his thighs to catch my breath, taking in his broad chest and shoulders. His abs alone are magnificent, but they’ve got nothing on the deep V that leads to his narrow hips and thick cock.
I’m spent and sure I can’t take much more, but I straddle his hips. And when he lifts me and notches himself at my entrance, then thrusts up in one, rough push, the burn is fantastic and all the encouragement I need to start moving my hips. His big palms grip me, pressing down and forcing himself deeper.
Then, his mouth is on my chest. Pulling one of my nipples between his teeth, he teases and then sucks hard. “These fuckin’ tits, Finn. Jesus . They’d look so pretty painted with my cum.”
The physical sensation of him worshipping me with his mouth, mixed with his words, obliterates any insecurity I had about my breasts as I ride him, hands on his shoulders and my head tipped back. I give over to the things he’s saying—the way he makes me feel—and soon, he’s got me built right back up, dangling over the edge of another spine-tingling orgasm.
Fisting a chunk of my hair in his hand, he angles my head up so he can look into my eyes. “No more dates, baby,” he rasps, while I ride him. “You hear me? This body, this pussy, these tits…” His eyes roam over my chest. “While you’re married to me—while you’re my wife— they’re mine . Ok?”
A sharp pang hits my chest, and I suck in a ragged breath. The feeling of him moving inside me while calling me his wife, the sound of his words almost a desperate plea, have my throat closing with emotion. All I can do is stare into his eyes and nod .
“Good. Now, work those hips. I want you leaking my cum for hours, but I need you to come for me again first. Can you do that? Can you give me one more?” His voice is strained while he fucks me. “Squeeze my cock, Finnley. Come for me again. Fuck. ”
That last word, gritted out and coupled with my name, sends both of us flying over the edge. There’s nothing and no one but us, and it feels like there never will be. I will never have this with anyone else. I’ll never want anyone but him ever again.
I slump forward against his chest, forehead on his shoulder. He rests his head back against the headboard, breathing hard. His cock twitches inside me, still spilling.
“You alive, pretty girl?” he whispers after a minute or two.
My body shakes with quiet laughter and raw emotion. “Barely,” I manage to say.
He chuckles. “Me too.”
We’re chest to chest, me still slumped against him and him still inside me. It feels too perfect, too right, to move.
We stay that way for a few more minutes, listening to each other breathe. Finally, he delivers a light smack to my ass, and I sit up, meeting his eyes. His drop to my chest.
“You’re perfect, you know that?” he says reverently, running his thumb over one of my nipples.
I can’t look in his eyes because it makes me feel too much. “You, too,” I whisper, watching his hand trail over my skin.
And when he tips my chin up with a finger to capture my lips in the sweetest, most soul-shattering kiss, I know without a shadow of a doubt that I’m in love with my best friend.