“Is this for me, Waverley?” I asked, running the tip of my finger through her wet folds, finding her clit, and gently rolling it around between two fingers.
“Fuck,” she moaned. I looked up at her. Her back arched, her tits pushing out. She had the back of her head against the wall, eyes closed.
She cried out as I pushed a finger inside her. My mouth was watering. I wanted to touch her everywhere. I reached up the side of her waist, where the zip ran down the side of her dress. I tugged it down. All the while I was working my fingers in and out of her, causing the hottest sounds I’d heard to fall from her lips. Her hands were pressed out to the side, fingers spread against the wall, like she needed something to hold on to.
I forced my other hand inside her dress and grabbed her tit, squeezing it through her bra. Her nipple hardened at my touch, and I wanted my lips on it, but that could wait. I had what I wanted right in front of me. I pulled my fingers out of her to push her skirt back up because it was getting in the way of what I wanted. She moved to help me, holding the dress up, squeezing it into her stomach as she looked down at me.
I pulled my hand out of her dress and slowly stroked both hands around her hips, her ass, back over her thighs. She was quivering, desperate for my touch. At this point, I was teasing myself as much as I was her. Without pausing, I used my fingers to pull her open and shoved my tongue inside her. Waverley practically jumped, her hips thrusting against me, but she wasn’t bucking me away.
With my thumbs keeping her open, I spread my palms and gripped her hips, working in and out of her in a steady rhythm. She tasted like heaven, just like I remembered. She was gasping and moaning and when her hand came down on the back of my head, pulling me into her, knowing what she wanted, I gave it to her.
I sucked her clit into my mouth, scraping my teeth over it, making my tongue rigid, and flicking it until she was mindless. Liquid was running down my chin, but I didn’t care. I grabbed her thigh and threw it over my shoulder, pushing her up higher, giving my fingers access too.
“Oh God,” she cried out, almost yanking my hair out at the roots.
“Hudson,” I growled. “Say it when you come, Waverley. Say it when you come all over my face.”
“Jesus,” she hissed, looking down at me. My words shocked her, in a good way, which was handy to know. My girl liked dirty talk.
I laughed and went back to her, working her even harder and faster. Flicking at her clit while I pushed three fingers inside, bending them till I hit that spot inside her that sent her into outer space and she said my name, on a whisper that she thought I wouldn’t hear. She clenched around me, making it almost impossible to move, but I kept going, stroking and sucking her through an orgasm that seemed to go on forever. And I wanted it to.
Even when she battled against me, unsure whether to push me away or pull me in, moaning and whimpering. I gently pulled my fingers out, but I licked her repeatedly, lapping up everything she had just given me, and she twitched, trembling. When I lowered her foot down to the ground, she sagged and almost collapsed. I rose, wiping my mouth on the back of my hand, inhaling her.
Then I kissed her, let her taste herself, which she appreciated given the way she moaned and clawed at me. Her arms looped around my neck, and we kissed and kissed, getting slower and deeper.
“Wanna fuck you, Wave,” I groaned into her mouth. “Need you.”
“Yes,” she whispered, and she started opening my jeans’ button.
Then my phone rang. It was like a claxon going off in the quiet room and it made us both jump. Her hands dropped, and she stared up at me. Fucking hell. I couldn’t ignore it. But I really wanted to. I gripped her hips, staring at her, but she knew, and she let out a deep, shaky breath, angling her hips away from me and just like that, the moment was lost. Everything she always feared when it came to us flashed across her beautiful face. The club came first.
“Fuck,” I hissed, using the hand I hadn’t had inside of her to pull out my phone. “It’s King.”
“Great,” she slipped away from me.
Her panties were still wrapped around one ankle as she righted herself. I stepped back and answered the call, watching her as she pulled them up, keeping her back to me, showing me a glimpse of that spectacular ass. An ass I should have in my hands as I pound inside of her. Finally. I was this close to getting inside of Waverley Curtis.Fucking double shit.
“Yeah,” I turned away.
“You still at the site?” his gruff voice came back.
“Yeah, why?”
I tried not to sound as breathless as I was or as pissed off and horny. I grabbed my dick, despite who I was talking to, and squeezed it, trying to get a bit of relief. I could still smell her all over my face and it wasn’t helping with my current situation.
There was no running water in the house to get cleaned up either. I was gonna have to ride back up there, with her clinging to me, and her scent all over me.
“I just spoke to the foreperson about pulling them out of Reinhart’s company. He’s on his way to a meeting down there. Best if you and Wave aren’t around. Plus, Ink is arranging a run, and he wants you involved in the planning.”
I hadn’t expected any runs to be happening given everything going on, but business couldn’t be neglected, so it shouldn’t come as too much of a surprise. I went along on the runs, especially if Ballistic couldn’t make it. I hoped it would not be a long one. I didn’t want to be too far from the club right now. As if I didn’t know the reason, I inwardly rolled my eyes.
Part of me wondered if we still had time before we had to head back, and I glanced over at Waverley. She wasn’t looking at me. Did she regret what we did? I couldn’t have that. It didn’t matter what happened next. There was no way I was letting her walk away. Not before I got the chance I’d been waiting years for. It could wait, but it was happening.
“Yeah, we’re heading back,” I said, then hung up. I didn’t care if it would piss him off. “Hey,” I walked over to where she stood looking out of the window.
“Duty calls?” she said, without looking at me.
“King spoke to the foreperson. He’s meeting with the crew about pulling away from Reinhart.” She didn’t need to hear about the run. Club business and all, it was ingrained in me not to discuss it.
