Hudson grabs a condom and sets it on the couch, then he slips between her legs. While holding eye contact with me, he moves his mouth between her legs and licks from back to front. “Fuck, Enz. She’s soaked for us.”
My breath catches in my throat at the sight.
Pippa gasps, her eyes locked with mine until they flutter closed.
"No," I say. "Look at me."
Her eyes snap open as a moan tears from her lips, guttural and raw.
I kneel on the side of the couch so our heads can be closer.
Hudson continues to suck on her, adding his fingers inside her. When she’s on the edge, breath hitching, I brush my mouth over hers, barely touching our lips together.
She trembles. Her hands grip me like I’m the only anchor she has. And then she shatters. Her orgasm hits like a storm, her cries muffled against my lips.
I hear Hudson shed the last of his clothes and roll on a condom.
Pippa and I slowly break our kiss to look at him. I watch him move like I’m seeing him for the first time. Every ridge of his abdomen taut, every inch of him impossible not to look at.
I see his large, hard, pierced cock covered in a condom and tell myself to catalog that image away. My own dick strains to be released.
When he settles between her thighs, I kiss her again, holding her face like it’s mine to cradle, to protect, to possess. Pippa moans into my mouth as Hudson presses against her entrance. Slowly, he goes deeper.
“Jesus…Fuck,” she breathes, the words tumbling out between kisses.
“Tell me how he feels,” I whisper against her lips. My voice is darker now, more commanding. “I want to hear it.”
She opens her eyes, glazed with desire, voice ragged. “He’s…thick. Stretches me so good. His piercings—” She breaks off with a gasp as Hudson thrusts deeper, angling just right. “God, it’s so good. Like a shock to the system every time he hits just right.”
I press a kiss to her jaw, her cheek, her mouth again. “And here you are, taking him like you were made for it.”
Pippa’s breath hitches, and then she looks at me with fire in her eyes. “You have too many clothes on, Enzo. That’s the only thing ruining this perfect fucking moment.”
I smirk. She’s right, and if I don’t strip now, I might combust from watching them without entirely participating. I stand, maintaining eye contact with her as I undo the buttons of my shirt one by one.
Her gaze roams my body, drinking me in like she’s already imagining what she’s going to do with me next.
When I look up, I catch Hudson watching me, too.
I’m about to go all in.
I slide my shirt off, letting it fall to the floor. Their eyes trail my chest, hungry and unashamed, and something primal unfurlsinside me. I toe off my shoes, undo my belt, and push my pants down, boxers following until I’m just as bare as Hudson, just as exposed.
And then…fuck me, my eyes lock on Hudson’s. There’s heat—not just lust, but something heavier. A challenge. An invitation. Something that makes my skin burn and I become harder than I’ve ever been.
I grab the couch’s foot stool and position it near the arm.
Pippa’s body is stretched open for him, glowing with sweat and need, but it’s me she’s looking at when she moans.
“Touch her,” Hudson commands, voice low, ragged. “She wants you.”
My hands slide down her sides, over her hips, then to cup her breasts, thumbs brushing her nipples. She arches, a whimper spilling from her lips.
“God, Enzo,” she breathes. “I can’t?—”
“Yes, you can.” I lower my mouth to her ear, lips brushing her skin. “You’re doing so fucking good,bella. Let us take care of you.”
Hudson thrusts harder, deeper.
