Adding a little bit more pressure to the left-hand side of my bud, I lick my dry lips “Hm?”
“I said, beg, Giselle. Beg me to show you my cock. Beg me to feed it to you.”
Fucking hell.
I never knew I quite liked dirty talk as much before I met Hudson, but now it spills down my spine like syrup, turning my body boneless and stealing any other thought excepthimfrom my mind.
“Please,” I hear myself say, a whine escaping in the back of my throat when he reaches forward an inch and bats my hand away from between my legs.
“Stop touching what’s mine. Do you need to get off again, hm? All you had to do was ask. Is your needy pussy aching, Gee?”
I nod, sinking my teeth into my lower lip. The pulse between the apex of my thighs surges, the pressure building making my head spin.
“Do you need help?”
Again, I nod.
“Ask then. Use your big girl words.”
“I need—” I swallow dryly, uncaring if my whimper is too high pitched. “I need you.PleaseHudson.”
He pushes the waistband of his boxers down an inch, allowing just the tip of his cock, flushed red with blood, to bob over the top. His mouth drops open, a low moan spilling out at the rush of cool air dancing across his weeping head. “N-need me to what?”
“Touch me.” Under his watchful eyes, I glide my palms up my slight curves, over my toned stomach until I reach my breasts. I’m toeing a dangerous line here, seeing how far I can push Hudson, how far I can get him to lose his mind.
It’s only fair. Because when it comes to Hudson Millen, I lost mine a long time ago.
Flicking my thumbs over my hard nipples, I steal my gaze to his, drinking in his courage to make the words unstick from the roof of my mouth.
“I need you to get me off, Hudson. To fill me up. To fuck me.”
He steps even closer, running the pad of his own thumb down my lower lip until it springs back. “Say please.”
My lips form around the polite plea easily. “Please.”
I’m a little bit surprised that it’s such a simple thing which gets Hudson to snap.
Yanking his underwear down the rest of the way, his eyes flash a wild green as I reach a hand forward to stroke him, twisting my palm slowly around the base of his cock, trailing my fingers up along the length of him, swiping away the string of pre-cum dripping from his slit with my fingertips and sucking them into my mouth.
Swinging my legs to one side, I raise myself onto my knees, putting my lips to Hudson’s ear while I cup his heavy balls.
“Lube and condoms are in the top drawer.”
Palms kneading my arse, Hudson groans my name into my hair. “I’m clean, so we can go without a condom if you feel comfortable.”
The thought of taking Hudson bare has my core fluttering, my thighs tightening.
But I shake my head. One of us has to remain responsible before the horny endorphins take over and we both agree to something we’re not ready for yet.
“I’m not on any birth control, so I think grabbing a condom would be the best idea until I can get a doctor’s appointment, don’t you?”
Hudson’s cock pulses in my hand, another drop of precum smearing itself across my knuckles. He nods, pressing a kiss to the space above my left breast.
“You’re right. Totally right. Responsible.” He squeezes his eyes shut tight and then tips his head back as he opens them again, blowing out a long exhale. “But fuck me the thought of taking you bare back…”
“I know,” I pant, just as fucking desperate as him. The mental image he’s creating is only serving to drive me further insane, a thought of ‘well, what’s the worst thing that could happen’ appearing in my brain before I bat it away.
Maybe he can hear my brain short circuiting because Hudson pulls away to grab the lube and a condom before I can allow myself to make a very rash decision.
