The overpowering urge unsettled him, but not enough to stop him from lifting his hips in search of her mouth.
Hudson’s lips closed around his cock.
Sweet Jesus.
An electric shock zipped down his spine and seized his balls. So criminally good. And so goddamn sexy, seeing her mouth gobble him up one inch at a time. She stopped just short of taking him all the way, her lips trembling. He waited, his ass cheeks clenching to stifle the urge to thrust deep.
She curled her fingers around his base, giving it a slow pump as she hummed around the tip of his cock and sucked hard enough to make him groan.
Almost instantly, she went still again, peering up at him as if to gauge his expression, as if to ask for permission.
Connor tangled his fingers in her hair and nodded in encouragement, and the hot suction on his dick returned, the grip of her hand becoming tighter. Every lick was exploratory, every soft moan tinged with desire and wonder. Her tongue traveled along his shaft as if she were mapping his cock and figuring out what got him off, and the thorough attention threatened his control.
He leaned his head back on the couch cushion and closed his eyes, the long swipes of her tongue and quick pumps of her hand deepening the ache in his balls. Normally he could hold out for a while, but not tonight. Tonight he just wanted an outlet for the tension and lust he’d been plagued with since Hudson had walked into his life. He just wanted to come, damn it.
“I’m close,” he warned. “Where do you want it?”
She released him with a pop, looking confused by the question.
“Your mouth?” he prompted. “Those sexy tits? Where do you want me to come, baby?”
A tiny whimper escaped her swollen, wet lips. “Wherever you want.” Then she lowered her head and sucked him deep, and he almost gave in and spilled into her hot, eager mouth.
But that infuriating need to mark her refused to go away. With a growl, he wrenched out of her mouth, fisting his cock as he leaned forward. One stroke was all it took before release slammed into him. His breath grew shallow, his vision blurring as pleasure spiraled through his body. He spurted on her breasts, his entire world narrowing to the sight of her wide gray eyes, hazy with desire and riveted to his face as if she loved watching him get off.
He sucked in oxygen, trying to regulate his breathing, his erratic heartbeat, then tugged her into his lap and covered her mouth with his. Hudson laughed even as she kissed him back, her breasts sticky against his chest.
“Is sex always this messy?” she asked breathlessly.
“Yup.” He chuckled. “That’s what makes it so great.”
She pressed her lips to his in an eager kiss, her arms looping around his neck as she rocked against his lower body. His cock was already hardening again. Son of a bitch. How did this woman have the power to do this to him? To get him worked up again seconds after sucking him dry?
Their mouths broke apart when a loud pounding sounded on the door. Hudson’s head shot toward the other end of the barn, but she relaxed when they heard Xander’s muffled voice.
“Con, I don’t mean to interrupt.”
“Then get lost,” he growled.
There was a bark of laughter. “I’d love to, but I kinda need you to talk some sense into Rylan.”
He smothered a groan. “What the hell did he do now?”
“The she-devil came a-visiting again. She trashed his cabin and now he’s pissed.”
Connor blinked. Then snorted. “For fuck’s sake. You’ve gotta be kidding me.” He climbed to his feet, pulling Hudson up with him. “Where is he now?” he called at the door.
“He grabbed a rifle and tore into the woods.”
Goddamn it.
“I’ll be right there,” he rumbled, before turning to Hudson. “I have to go.”
She raised one eyebrow. “The she-devil?”
He couldn’t help but snicker. There weren’t too many things to laugh about in this screwed-up world, but Rylan’s rivalry with the lone wolf that roamed the mountainside was undeniably hilarious.
“It’s a wolf,” he explained. “She shows up every few weeks scavenging for food, ever since Rylan made the mistake of throwing her some scraps one night. When she realized she wasn’t getting any more freebies, she started terrorizing him.”
Hudson’s lips twitched. “You’re kidding, right?”
“Nope. The damn beast has a vendetta. Shit gets stolen or chewed up? It’s always Rylan’s.” He snorted again, muttering to himself as he zipped up his pants and looked for his shirt. “Trashed his cabin… Jesus…”