He stopped her with his free hand. “Uh-uh.”
He pulled her hands above her head and rested them against the wall. He used her wetness to coat his fingers, then went back to rubbing her clit until she shuddered and clamped her thighs together. When she dropped her arms, he raised them back up and locked them there with his own hand.
He went back to kissing her, and she couldn't think straight as she came down from her orgasm. Her breasts were aching to be touched, but he seemed to have a strategy in mind if the way he kept putting her hands above her head was any indication.
He backed away then, keeping her against him with an arm around her waist. She went willingly, sinking down on the squeaky bed with him. He pulled her shirt off before guiding her down to the comforter, then he used his mouth on her breasts and neck until she was squirming.
“Hudson.” She cried out as he bit her shoulder. “Oh God.”
“Is there anything you don't like?” he asked as he pressed his lips all over her exceptional cleavage.
“N-not that I can think of.” She wasn't about to tell him she was a virgin.
“Mmm. Good.”
He wanted nothing more than to show her what he really liked, but a three-star hotel in the middle of nowhere was not the place for that to happen. Instead, he moved his way south of her torso and pulled her waistband down as he went. When she was naked and writhing, he stood and found a condom in his wallet. He pulled off his clothes while she watched through heavy eyelids and then rolled the condom on.
“Last chance to bail, Reagan.”
“Not a chance.”
His naked form was what she expected, but more. Tall and lean, a bit of sculpting as though he lifted weights but didn't make it his priority. His dark eyes flashed as he kneeled on the bed, jerking her down to meet him at the edge. He wound her legs around his waist and thrust into her, not stopping as she tensed and never relaxed.
Reagan was regretting her decision not to tell him about her virgin status as he pushed his way into her body in a not-so-gentle manner. It was so fast and hard that she held on to the bedcovers and watched him moving as he stood next to the bed. It didn't ever become as comfortable as she would have wanted, so she closed her eyes and thought about the fact that she would never have to worry about the pain after this time. His groans and grunts were quite hot, and she wondered if he liked dirty sex or kinky stuff.
Hudson gripped the ample flesh of her hips tightly as he came. She used the pain to center herself and opened her eyes to fake that she’d enjoyed it. It had been amazing until he got to the part that included popping her cherry.
He pulled out and made his way to the bathroom. Reagan laid absolutely still, wondering if she’d made the right decision or not. When he came back out, he pulled on her legs until she was properly parallel with the mattress.
He kissed her cheek as he climbed into bed and pulled her warm body close to him. She hadn't considered staying the night, but it seemed like a good idea as her eyes drooped on their own accord.
Returning her focus to the classroom, Reagan pondered the fact that she had probably made a mistake that night ten days ago. She should have either never done it, or told him ahead of time that she was inexperienced. What else did she expect but for him to plow forward when she’d assured him there was nothing she didn't like? At any rate, they’d gone at it twice more before he kissed her goodbye at ten the next morning and informed her he’d found an open tow company and would be heading out. She’d enjoyed the third time much more than the first two, and he indeed liked more interesting aspects of sex than she’d ever bothered to consider.
She’d been sore and a little miserable as she arrived at the campus the next day. She shared a room with a loud, boisterous girl that she had nothing in common with. She’d tried to unpack, but her thoughts continuously went to that night with Hudson. She wondered what his new job entailed and if he was happy there. She wished she could find him and jump him, ask him to show her what else he liked, and have sex until she couldn't walk. Three times with him, and she found sex to be an enjoyable pastime.
Her thoughts only returned to class as the professor walked in, judging by the blazer she could make out from her seat at the back of the lecture hall.
“Welcome to Literature and Composition one-oh-one. My name is Professor Clark.” She heard the low squeak of the dry erase marker as he wrote his name on the whiteboard. She looked up from her notes, where she’d writtenProfessor Clarkin her precise handwriting. Her breath caught, and she choked on her saliva even as her mouth went dry.
Professor Clark was her cherry popper.
