Then she says, shyly, “Is… is this what you like? Does it feel good?”
“Fuck, yes,” I groan, letting my head fall back, voice raw. “You have no idea, Ivory.”
Eagerly, she attempts to take more of me, drool slipping down her chin. I wipe it away gently, loving every minute more than I should.
She pulls off, and immediately I miss the heat of her mouth, the suction, the fucking perfection of her lips wrapped around me. She looks up at me, eyes wide and eager, lips glistening with spit and precum. She’s a mess, and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
She wraps her small hand around my shaft, and it drives me crazy. She strokes, slow and steady, her grip tightening as she learns what makes me groan. I can feel every ridge, every vein, as she slides her hand up and down, coating me completely in her saliva and my precum until I’m slick and throbbing.
Leaning in, she flicks her tongue out, the tip swollen and sensitive, circling the head of my cock. She licks the slit, tasting the bead of precum that’s gathered there, her eyes shining with curiosity.
“Fuck, Ivory,” I groan, my hips jerking forward, pushing more of my cock against her lips.
She looks up at me, her lips parted, tongue still teasing the sweet spot under my cockhead.
“I want to make you come, Hudson,” she whispers, her voice husky and raw. The words send a jolt of pure lust through me, making my balls tighten.
I thread my fingers through her dark hair once more, gripping at the roots, but not forcefully, just holding her steady as she takes me back into her mouth. The sight of her, on her knees, lips stretched around my cock, eyes looking up at me with such trust and desire; it’s fucking intoxicating. I can feel the pleasure building, the tension coiling in my gut, ready to snap.
“Fuck, baby, you’re doing so good,” I rasp, my voice thick with need. “Your mouth feels fucking amazing.”
She moans around my cock, the vibration sending shock waves of pleasure through me. I can feel her throat working, swallowing around the head of my cock as she takes me deeper. She’s clumsy and inexperienced, but damn, she’s eager. Every slip of her tongue, every suck of her lips, drives me closer to the edge.
I can feel it, the tightening in my balls, the electric pulse at the base of my spine. I try to warn her, try to pull back, but she sucks harder, her hand stroking me faster, desperate to make me come.
And I do.
I come hard, my cock pulsing, spurting hot and thick down her throat. Even with tears running down her cheeks, and a little gagging sound escaping her, she doesn’t pull away. She takes it all, every last drop, while her hand continues to stroke, milking me through the aftershocks.
When it’s over, I’m breathing hard, my heart pounding in my chest. I look down and see the mix of my cum and her spit on herlips, her chin, dripping down her neck. It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
I reach down and cup her jaw, letting my thumb wipe away the mess from her lips. “You’re fucking amazing, Ivory,” I murmur, my voice rough with emotion.
I lean down, kiss her softly, tasting myself on her tongue, a mix of us. And it’s perfect.
She looks at me, her eyes shining, and a soft smile on her lips. “Was that okay?” she asks, her voice uncertain.
I laugh, a rough sound. “Okay? Baby, that was fucking incredible.” I pull her up into my lap, holding her close, burying my face in her hair, inhaling.
She curls into me. “I want you, Hudson. Only you.”
I know I shouldn’t, but right then, I believe her.
“You’re fucking incredible.”
And at that moment, I know, no matter what happens, no matter who tries to take her away from me, I’ll never let her go.
She’s mine, and I’m hers, completely and utterly.
8
IVORY
I stareat my laptop screen where the blinking cursor stares back, feeling judged by its steady rhythm as it waits for me to write something worth reading. The words of my half-finished assignment blur on the screen, statistics and bioethics terms swimming together. I’ve read the same paragraph five times now while my highlighter hovers uselessly over my bioethics notes as I try to focus. My mind refuses to stay on task, continuously replaying what happened between Hudson and me last night and this morning.
I can't believe I actually did the things we did. That I let myself ask for what I wanted. That I touched a man, let him touch me, kissed him, and allowed myself to feel things I'd been afraid to want. My cheeks go hot remembering how Hudson's hands felt on my skin, the taste of his lips, and most of all, the way he held me like I was something precious and wasn't just a piece of property to be traded away.
I barely recognize myself.
