He goes very still, and for a long, aching second, I’m sure he’s going to turn around and walk away.
He doesn’t.
I can feel my heart hammering against my ribs.
He places his hand on top of mine, cupping my jaw with the other. “Are you sure you want to do this?” His voice is sandpaper and velvet, scraping every nerve in my body raw.
I nod, so hard my hair falls over my face.
He brushes it back, tucking it behind my ear, and then he’s kissing me.
His mouth claims mine, fierce and hungry, and the whole world vanishes away. His hands are in my hair, on my neck, pulling me closer, and I let myself melt into him. My lips part and his tongue slides in, and I gasp, the taste of him floods my senses. I’ve never been kissed before, never even been touched like this, and now I can’t get enough.
My arms wrap around his neck, desperate for more.
He grunts, breaking the kiss, his voice rough in my ear. “Careful, sweetheart.”
“Hudson, I don’t want to be careful. I want you.”
My words cause something in him to shift, and his mouth slams onto mine. He lifts me like I weigh nothing, and I wrap my legs around his waist. He carries me to the couch, while we’re tangled together, mouths pressed hard, his hands already roaming under my shirt.
We make out until we’re breathless, dizzy, aching everywhere. My pussy throbs in a way I’ve never felt before, wet and desperate from grinding against the hard bulge in his jeans.I’ve never felt a guy’s dick before.Is it always like this? That thick…that big? How is that supposed to fit in…you know what, I don’t care. I need more.
I want to see him, touch him, but right now, all I can do is rock against him, my whole body hungry for something I can barely imagine.
I want everything.
I pull away, my breathing heavy. “Please, Hudson. I need…” My voice is ruined, full of want.
He groans, pressing his forehead to mine. “You’re drunk, Ivory. This isn’t how it’s supposed to go.”
“I don’t care. Please. I want you to be my first.”
He scrubs his hands down his face, groaning, “Ivory, not this way.”
I don’t say anything, just give him my saddest puppy dog eyes, pouting.
“Fuck. Okay fine. We aren’t having sex, but I’ll make you come. And then you’re going to bed without a fight. You got me?”
I nod, breathless, desperate, clutching his shoulders like a lifeline. “Yes. Yes, please.”
“Stand up and take your pants and panties off.”
Without any hesitation, I hop off his lap and remove both. Until I’m standing in front of him, completely naked from the waist down.
I’ve never been like this in front of a man before. A little shocked that I’m not embarrassed, but rather a rush of control, something I’ve never felt before.
“Fuck, Ivory.” His hungry gaze roams, making me feel so exposed but so wanted I can barely breathe.
“Have you ever touched yourself, sweetheart?” he asks, voice low and rough.
I shake my head, “No…” My voice is so small. I’ve never even dared. Not like this.
He watches me for a long second, and it makes my whole body ache.
“Put your hand between your legs. I want you to feel how wet your pussy is for me.”
My heart pounds so hard right now, but I do what he says, sliding my fingers down, feeling the slickness. I gasp, my legs trembling. It feels so forbidden, so good.
