“But Idogive a shit about you,” he said.
My turn to freeze. Sure, he’d said as much before, but this was the first time I believed him. The first time it meant something. All those other instances, I could write off as his thoughtful nature. He liked me, yeah, but he likedeveryone.
Tonight, however, he’d shown his hand. He liked me for real. More than other people. Enough to be disliked if it meant standing up for me.
And that was terrifying.
“Well. Pretend like you don’t.”
He watched me with a guarded expression, but his hands went to his fly anyway. His cock was incredibly hard already, straining against his zipper. “Why?”
“Does it matter?”
“Yes. To me, it does.”
Really? What guy asked follow-up questions when a hot woman in her bra, underwear, and Keds asked him to bang her senseless?
“Do you want to talk aboutyourfeelings right now?” I asked.
“Only if you want to talk about yours.”
It was another dodge. In any other scenario, I would have pounced on it. I would have told him that he needed to tell me the truth rather than what he thought I wanted to hear.
But he’d given me what I craved—permission to stop talking, thinking, and feeling. So, selfishly, I took it.
“Fuck that. I want you. So shut up and take me.”
We went at each other again, our bodies colliding with raw, animalistic energy. He was rough, and I was rough right back, tearing at fabric and teething at skin. I rocked roughly against him, brushing his cock with my already desperate pussy. He answered, yanking my panties aside so he could explore my folds with his fingers, which immediately dripped with my wetness.
“Fuck, Scout,” he breathed. “You’re so—”
That was dangerously close to a compliment. I didn’t want to hear it.
“Are you going to fuck me or not?”
Hudson, not wanting to miss a second of my wet, tightening cunt, positioned himself at my entrance, bringing The Circler down to my clit.
He pushed inside me. I screamed. Okay. So hecouldfuck me hard. And he was good at it.
Only it wasn’t enough. Intrusive thoughts were slamming at the doors of my mind, begging to get in and ruin everything. And no matter how feral my own body became, Hudson didn’t rise to the challenge, instead keeping a rough but measured pace and focusing The Circler on my clit in an equally frustrating manner.
“More,” I choked.
Hudson did exactly the opposite, backing off. “I’ll hurt you.”
“I want it to hurt.”
Where was the smug sex jerk who’d smacked my ass the other day? Sure, that had been mischievous, but still. I wanted more, Iwanted deeper, I wanted harder, I wanted to see stars instead of my own failures.
“You never have before,” he said cautiously. “Not like this.”
“I thought we weren’t talking right now. I thought we were fucking.”
“But, Scout…”
I jerked against him, hoping to inspire a spark of anger or sexual frustration that would send him spiraling alongside me. “Harder.”
He stopped entirely. I responded by rocking back onto his cock with a fury, knifing myself onto him as The Circler worked miracles on my clit. Close. I was so close.
