Chapter 4
CHAPTER FOUR
Carina
One date turned to two, and soon, we were spending all our free time together.
The first night, he dropped me off at my door and leaned in to kiss me, a moment I’d fantasized about for weeks.
His lips pressed against mine, soft and gentle at first, loosening us both up and getting a feel for each other before the kiss became intense and passionate.
When he walked away, he left me dizzy and spellbound.
We kissed for longer and longer every night until we had a full-blown make-out session.
The kind you have in high school—young, dumb, and full of hormones with hands and mouths and groans flying every which way.
I doubted I’d resist much longer.
Gruff spent his time outdoors or in a gated room with a bone while I was over, and Sunny, my cat, was growing on Hudson even though he’d never admit it. But I saw how excited he was to give him a few treats.
We’d stroll through Apple Falls, hand in hand, the town gossipers going nuts with the news. While nothing was official, it certainly felt that way, and it was fun to go along with it.
I handed Hudson a plate with a slice of lasagna, a lasagna I made myself, along with a tossed salad and some garlic bread. “Hope you like it. It’s my secret recipe.” I grinned. It wasn’t a secret per se. Google had a million recipe options for the same dish, but Hudson didn’t need to know that.
“Lasagna? Wow. This must’ve taken you all day.” Hudson sat down with his plate and handed me a piece of garlic bread from the basket before placing one on his own plate.
“Yes. I was a slave to the stove. You should rub my feet.” I sat down across from him and began serving us salad.
“Oh, I’ll rub your feet alright. I’ll rub anything you want.” Hudson’s eyes darkened, and I shifted in my seat. We’d only kissed so far, but I was ready to take us to the next level. I’m pretty sure he was ready too.
“Maybe I’ll be your dessert tonight.”
“Is that a promise?” His hand squeezed my knee beneath the table, and I shivered.
“Behave,” I teased.
“Never.”
“So what was your childhood like?”
“Quiet. Lonely. My mom died during childbirth, so it was always just him and me. He worked a lot, so I was often home alone after school. Sometimes the weekends. He did what he could.”
“Do you keep in touch with him now?”
“He died about ten years ago. Heart attack. Lost my way for a bit but eventually found my footing when an old high school friend reached out and offered me a job in landscaping. It was a tough time for a while.”
“I’m sorry, Hudson. Life can be a struggle, that’s for sure.”
“I’m sure growing up in a big family wasn’t without its hardships.”
“It sure wasn’t. My brother is the oldest and thinks he’s king, my sister plays the middle child card well, and me, well, I’m the baby, and my parents sometimes still treat me like one.
I’ve always been the loud, crazy one. I guess that’s what growing up in a large family does.
You learn to make yourself heard above everyone else. ”
“I can see that. But being the baby is nice. I’m sure you got your way often, no?”
I snorted. “Ha. I wish. Sure, maybe I didn’t get as harshly punished when I broke curfew or snuck out with my friends. But that’s about as much special treatment as I got. Which was a good thing, don’t get me wrong. My parents treated us all fairly, and for that, I’m grateful.”
“I always wished I got that motherly role model figure. But we always wish for what we don’t have, right?”
I reached across the table and squeezed his hand. “I still think you’re pretty great.”
“Even though I’m an old man compared to you?”
“An old man? No way.”
“I’m thirty-four.”
My mouth fell open a bit. “Oh shit!” I laughed. “I wouldn’t have guessed past thirty!”
“Stop it, you’re too kind.” Hudson grinned.
“Ten years is nothing. My parents are six years apart.”
“You’re twenty-four? Okay, not as young as I thought.”
“What did you think, I was underage or something? And you still hit on me?”
Hudson chuckled before finishing off his beer. “I never once thought you were under twenty-one. I wouldn’t have gone for you if I did.”
“Good. I’m glad you’re not forty, though I honestly thought late twenties at most.”
“And what if I was forty? What’s so wrong with that?” He smirked.
“There’s nothing wrong with it. I’d be afraid you wouldn’t be able to keep up with me.”
Hudson almost choked on his bite of lasagna. “Are you talking in the bedroom?”
“Sure am.” I winked.
Hudson threw his fork down. “I’m not really hungry anymore.”
“No? How come?”
“I’m not hungry for food.” He stood so fast his chair clattered backward. “I’m hungry for you.”
I swallowed hard, my heart rate doubling in speed as he rounded the table and stood beside me. Turning my head, I came face-to-face with his hard dick straining beneath his jeans, and my mouth watered.
Without warning, Hudson lifted me out of my chair and into his arms, tossing me over his shoulder like I weighed nothing. “Ahh!” I shrieked and laughed at the same time. “Does this mean I’m your girlfriend?”
Hudson slapped my ass before carrying me upstairs. “You always were,” he growled, and there went my panties, completely soaked.
After stripping each article of clothing off me and kissing every inch of my skin, I wiggled beneath him, so turned on and ready to take our relationship to the next level.
“Are you sure you’re okay with this? You feel ready?”
I slid my arms around his neck and pulled his face down to mine. I kissed him softly at first, slowly increasing my speed, until our kiss became passionate, and we got lost in each other.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” He broke the kiss with a moan to quickly get to his knees and strip off his clothes, down to his boxer briefs, his erection standing loud and proud beneath the thin fabric.
“Like what you see?” Hudson teased. He climbed off the bed and stood at the foot of it.
He grabbed my ankles and yanked me down, bringing my ass to the edge.
Then he fell to his knees in front of me and lifted each one of my legs onto his shoulders.
I gasped at the sexy as fuck man before me on his knees, ready to devour my most intimate parts.
“Countless times I pictured myself doing this, rubbing my dick until I squirted all over myself.” Hudson’s voice was low and deep, and I clenched the blanket on each side of me as the desire built higher and higher inside me.
He used one hand and reached inside his boxer briefs, pulling out his impressive thick dick.
Another gasp escaped my mouth, and I imagined what it would be like to take him in my mouth and my pussy. I wanted him. I wanted all of him.
Before I could express how much, his head landed between my legs, his tongue on my clit. He licked and sucked and ate me out like I was the best dessert he’d ever had, coaxing orgasm after orgasm out of me until my legs were jelly.
I cried out in pleasure as he lapped at my juices and fucked my pussy with his tongue. Both of his strong hands held my legs, keeping me in place as I rubbed my pussy all over his face.
With a growl, he released my legs, dropping them onto the bed. He straddled his legs over me, gripped my waist and moved me up closer to the headboard before flipping us over, him now on his back with me above him. He still held my hips and urged me higher. “Sit on my face.”
I almost came again from his words and didn’t hesitate to follow his instructions. I lowered my pussy onto his face and rode the shit out of his face until I came so hard I screamed.