Cockney:A Stepbrother Romance(57)
"You didn't hear the whole thing, did you." The winter wind whips up over the terrace, and I shiver against him. "Those guys were a bunch of douchebag finance assholes who worked for Archer Holdings, and I bumped into them after I told Logan I'd take his girl home." His eyes narrow as if he's remembering the moment, and he sort of looks through me as he talks; "They were all bullshitting around, talking about girls and their conquests or whatever, when one of them said something about a pool they all had about sleeping with one of the Archer girls." Hudson's face glowers darkly, and his eyes flash with a fierce emotion; "One little prick said something especially foul about you, and yeah, what I said was; ‘if you think a girl like that is just another place to get your dick wet, we're going to have a problem' ". Hudson's eyes bore fiercely into mine; "I'm guessing you left before I told him I'd push him off the fucking roof if I ever heard him talk about you or your sisters like that again."
I stare at him, feeling the heat of his palms on my skin in stark contrast to the chill in the air around us. I want to believe him - desperately want to believe him, by I'm still hanging onto that hate; that feeling of betrayal. I roll my eyes and sneer at him; "Oh, right, and you expect me to believe-"
"Goddamnit, Reagan," He snarls at me, his face strained and tight, and suddenly I know I'm watching that armor drop away and I'm seeing the real Hudson; "Do you have any fucking idea how hard it was to walk away from you?" He says softly; "How could you think I'd-"
"Because thats you! That's just fucking like you, Hudson!"
"Not since you!" He barks.
"What the hell is that suppose to me-"
"Jesus, Reagan for once will you just shut the fuck up." And then he's kissing me, his lips crashing into mine hard as he presses me up against the stone behind me, and I feel my whole body fall into him
But I yank myself back from him somehow, and before I can think it through, I'm smacking him across the face; "I'm not going to be just another notch you know!"And this time, I'm kissing him, smothering that look of wild bewilderment and primal fury on his face as I kiss him with everything I have. I feel his strong arms tighten around my waist, pulling me hard against him, and I moan into his mouth as I feel the throbbing between his legs pressing hotly against me.
"You could never be ‘just another' anything, Reagan Archer," He growls into my kiss; "You couldn't be even if you tried." And when he kisses me again, the whole world disappears around us.
I grind into him, whimpering into his mouth as I feel his body hard against mine and feel his hands slide down to cup my ass. I'm shoving aside the voice inside my head that's screaming at what a terrible idea all of this is, trying to smother it as Hudson smothers my mouth with his lips. I shouldn't be kissing him like this, or moaning into his mouth as his hands grab my ass, or arching my back and rocking my pelvis against the thick hardness of his cock pressing at the front of his pants. No, I definitely shouldn't be doing any of those things; not here, not now, and definitely not with Hudson Banks.
"We- we shouldn't be doing this!" I whimper out, moaning as he sucks my earlobe between his lips.
"We should definitely be doing this," He growls softly; "I can't even tell you what I wanted to do with you the last time we were up here," He says hotly into my ear, sending shivers through my whole body.
Oh, I want to know everything he wanted to do with me; everything he wants to do with me; "Show me," I whisper out, my voice heavy with lust, and I'm shocked at my own words even as true as they are.
He's yanking my prim and proper jacket off of me, and I'm shrugging it off my shoulders as I moan into his kiss. "Well, this, for one," He tears my conservative blouse apart, sending the buttons scattering and making me gasp at the ferocity of him as I arch my back towards him as I feel his hands sliding over the thin lace of my bra, making my nipples pucker into hard points under his touch. His mouth slides down my neck, nipping at my skin as he kisses over the tops of my breasts. I whimper as he yanks my bra down, baring my nipples to his hungry eyes, and then I cry out as his lips wrap around one rosy nub; his tongue darting across and sending jolts of electricity shooting through my whole body.
I arch my back and thrust my chest out towards him, gasping as his mouth sucks at my sensitive nipples; "Th- that's all you've been waiting five years to do?" I moan out, biting my lip as my hands running up the muscles of his arm. He answers with his hand sliding up the inside of thigh, and I whimper as he pushes my conservative skirt up around my waist as his fingers find my heat.
"No, Princess," He says with heat in his voice as he brings his head up to stare into my eyes; "That is far from the only thing I've wanted to do to you for the last five fucking years."
He growls as his fingers slide beneath the edge of my soaking wet panties and slide through my folds. "God, you're so fucking wet for me," he husks into my lips, and I gasp, my hands clutching at his arm muscles as he pushes a finger inside. I kiss him with a ferocity as I feel him curl his finger inside of me, stroking that special place just inside and making me whimper and moan for him. No one has ever spoken to me like that before, and the barbaric animalism of it has me desperate for more.
"Take off your shirt for me," he says thickly, punctuating his words with a curl of his finger.
"Jesus, are you always this bossy?" I say with a grin as I begin to pull the torn blouse from my shoulders.
"Bossy?" He pulls back from lips with hungry grin on his face; "Princess, I have not even begun to show you bossy."
I gasp as he pulls his fingers from my center and spins me around suddenly, pushing me right up against the stone railing.
"Bend over," He growls out deeply, sending a chill down my spine.
"What? Hudson-"
"I said bend over."
And I'm doing it. I'm holding onto the stone and bending over for him, arching my ass out towards him and almost not even being able to handle how much it turns me on that he's bossing me around like this. I'm not one to take orders, but listening to him has me wetter than anything. His hands on are on my hips, pushing my skirt up around my waist as he hooks his fingers into the waist of my panties. I shiver as he yanks them down over my ass, pulling them off my hips and down to my knees as he kneels behind me. But my surprise quickly turns to pleasure though as I feel his mouth on my pussy. I moan and grab tightly to the railing as his tongue pushes deep inside of me, and I can feel the reverberations through my whole body as he growls into me.
He licks and eats me like a starving man, his hands grabbing tightly to my ass and pulling me against his face as he slides his tongue through my wetness. When he wraps his lips around my clit and flicks his tongue across it, it takes everything I have not to scream out over the whole estate. My hand is sliding across my breasts, pulling on my nipples as I whimper and moan and push myself back against his tongue. I know somewhere deep inside that we shouldn't be doing this, or that someone could walk in and see us. But when he sucks my clit hard between his lips and slides a finger deep inside me, us not doing this is very quickly the very last thing on my mind.
I want all of him; right here where we came so close before. I want to feel him slide that hard cock deep inside of me and fuck me right here, and I want to cry out his name without a care in the world about who hears as I come for him. I try to pull away from him, to draw off the sensation and wait, but his strong hands hold me firmly in place and his tongue and his finger only get more insistent. And when I hear him moan into my pussy, as if the sheer act of tasting me is so erotic to him that he can't help but let go, it's too much, and I explode. I bite down hard on my hand, the pain lancing through me almost heightening the pleasure as I come against his mouth. And as the white moon shines down on us hidden away on our terrace, I fucking scream his name into my hand as my whole body just shatters with the pure release.
P A S T
"This is fucking impossible." I slam the laptop shut, my eyes blurred from the rows and rows of spreadsheets I've been staring at.
"What's impossible?" Bryce looks at me coolly from across the office; always so calm, always so precise with his emotions in a way that I'm pretty sure I'll never be able to be.
"This," I say, flipping the bird to the laptop in front of me.
Bryce chuckles; "Mind over machine, Hudso-"
"I'm not a fucking accountant, man." I growl at him, standing to walk over towards the big windows looking out over the river that bears my name; or the opposite, I guess. "I mean we're soldiers, Bryce. This?" I turn, pulling at the lapels of a suit that costs more than I used to spend on food in a year as I shake my head at him; "This isn't us man. What the fuck was he thinking putting us in charge of shit like this?"