My choked sounds turn to whispers as he holds my head in place, his fingers stroking my hair softly.
It’s a strange thing—to feel this kind of soft touch from Hudson.
He keeps his dick in my mouth, even though he’s done. He stays there until he goes soft, threading his fingers through my hair, and I almost forget what we were arguing about.
I almost forget about everything but thisfeeling.It’s intense. My mind feels like a bomb has gone off inside of it, and my body feels like it’s going numb. Ecstasy doesn’t even begin to describe it.
I let go of him because I suddenly feel exhausted, and he pulls out of my mouth. I look up at him, unsure how he’s feeling.
“We good?” I ask, my voice a little shaky. I feel drunk, but I haven’t had a drop to drink.
Hudson nods as he stares at me with wonder.
“Yeah,” he says, his gaze drifting from my face to my dick. I look down and tense.
“Fuck…” I whisper as embarrassment floods my cheeks because of the mess I made.
My cum is all over my legs and the floor, and there’s a little on Hudson’s leg…
“Sorry,” I say, carefully standing up. Hudson watches me intently. “I’ll just uh—” I clear my throat, feeling lightheaded. “I’m going to go clea—”
Hudson grabs me by the throat, his mouth finding mine once more. The words die on my tongue as he kisses me, but this time it’s not a rush, nor is it feverish.
It’s slow and deep and feels like it goes on forever.
When he pulls away, he shakes his head.
“No,” he says. “I’ll do it.”
He grabs my hand, sliding his fingers between mine. I look to where he grabs me, my mind a mess.
I feel everything and nothing all at the same time. It’s like someone scrambled my brain. Crossed all my wires. I’m here, but I’m not.
I blink as he tugs my hand, and I realize he’s pulling me toward the bathroom. I follow him as he turns the shower on and pulls us both under the hot spray. It’s like an out of body experience or something. I have half a mind to protest and tell him I can shower by myself, but when he starts shampooing my hair and massaging my scalp, it feels too good to protest. So I don’t. I let him do what he wants to me, once again completely at his mercy. And it feels so fucking good.
Neither of us speaks a word the entire time. Hudson takes his time as he washes me, and all I can do is stare at him. All I cando is focus on his kiss-swollen lips and that spot on his neck that when I kiss him, elicits those perfect sounds from his throat. On his sharp jaw. I lean forward and kiss his jaw because the urge to do so is too strong to resist, and I’m tired.
I’m so fucking tired all of a sudden.
Hudson doesn’t say anything. He just smirks and kisses me on the mouth, soft and swift.
There’s about a hundred things running through my mind that I want to say, but it seems the part of my brain that makes my mouth work and the words come out has stopped working.
Along with my limbs.
Hudson shuts the water off and dries me with a towel. I manage to make my hands move enough to do the same for him, even drying his hair. He grabs my hand again and leads me out the bathroom, toward the king-size bed, where he lets go to pull down the sheets.
I blink, suddenly remembering how to speak.
“Is this the part where we cuddle?” I say sarcastically, my voice a little raspy.
I expect him to brush me off like last time. But to my surprise, he doesn’t.
He just nods, motioning for me to get into bed. He looks like he wants to say something, but whatever it is, he is holding back. If I was in my right mind, I’d ask him what it is. Tell him he can tell me anything.
But my mind is clearly fucked, and I feel the crash coming quickly.
So I don’t ask. I don’t push.
