“Fuckinghell. Get me wet.”
Spurred on by his reaction, I wrap my lips around the warm tip of him, tasting the salt of his skin and precum. He’s heavy on my tongue, sending a thrill rolling down my spine.
Relaxing my lips, I breathe through my nose while I bob my head further down Hudson’s length until I feel him hit the back of my throat.
“Easy,” I hear Hudson say above me, a hand coming down to cup the back of my neck.
Eyes watering with the sudden intrusion, I pull off, licking my lips to disconnect the silver strand of saliva between us. I press a wet kiss to the sensitive fold of his tip, lapping at his slit, slurping loudly, while I catch my breath.
My tight nipples graze against the fabric of Hudson’s shirt with my movement, creating twin shocks of pleasure to shoot through to my core.
I bring my left hand, which isn’t wrapped around Hudson’s cock, to my breast, kneading the flesh through his button down absentmindedly.
“Let me see your pretty tits, Gee,” Hudson says from up above me, voice an octave lower than usual.
With a flick of my wrist, I undo the two black buttons holding the shirt together, shrugging it off my shoulders and allowing it to pool somewhere at my waist.
My eyes flutter shut at the touch of Hudson’s much rougher fingers reaching down to flick my nipple. I can make myself feel good, but it’s a whole other feeling entirely to have somebody else bring you that pleasure. The never knowing what he’s going to do next keeps me on edge in the best way possible.
With both my hands free now, I return to my task at hand; cupping Hudson’s balls while I take him back into my mouth.
He groans, faint at first, before his hips stutter, pressing further into my throat with a curse. I like Hudson the most when he’s like this – at his most vulnerable, guard down, cards facing up on the table.
I press my thighs together in an attempt to alleviate some of the pressure building in my core, but it does no good. My skin feels red hot, tight, like I’m going to explode at any moment.
Hudson grip on the back of my head tightens. “God,Giselle.”
I’ve never touched a drug in my life, but I can only imagine this is what it feels like to be high. Free-flying. Weightless.
Hudson Millen creates a feeling in my chest that I didn’t even know my heart was possible of making anymore.
I tap the tip of him on my tongue before wrapping my lips back around him, pumping the base of him with my palm because there’s no way in fucking hell I can take all of him. Not without some serious practise.
Not that Hudson seems to mind.
I sneak a glance at him, finding his head tipped all the way back, lips split open in ecstasy as he moans uncontrollably.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck… I’m gonna cum.”
I constrict my throat around his length, humming into his flesh in agreement.
It takes a final flick of my tongue against his slit and a rough twist of my hand to get Hudson to break; exploding all over my tongue, coating the back of my throat, a slight dribble breaking past my lips to land on my chin.
I swallow him down loudly, once, twice, three times, as he pulls himself out of my mouth, breathing heavily, staring down at me, pupils blown.
“What the fuck did I do to deserve you?” he asks, voice but a whisper.
I don’t have an answer, so I smile up at him instead, taking his outstretched hands to stand and ignoring the crack of my knees in protest.
Hudson drags me in for a kiss, unbothered that I’ve just had my lips around his cock, stealing my breath. He nips at my fluttering pulse point in my neck until I’m sure there’s going to be a red mark there.
Not that I care; I want him to mark me.
Batting my lashes, I peer down at him. “Wanna shower with me—?”
I hardly get my question out of my mouth, before strong arms are wrapping around my legs, hefting me into a fireman’s lift onto his shoulder and stalking towards the bathroom.
Blood rushes to my head as a giggle escapes me, quickly followed by a yelp when aslapsmarts against the bare flesh of my arse.
