When he pushed a finger inside of me and curls it up against that sweet spot just inside, I’m crying out his name and bucking against him as I come for him.
And then I’m pushing him back and crawling into his lap. I can feel him pulsing hot against me as I grab him by the face and kiss him, tasting my own sweetness and not only not even caring but actually feeling more turned on by it. I reach down between us and position him against me, teasing him with my slippery wetness until he growls and pulls away from my lips.
“Hang on, I think I’ve got one in-”
“No.”
He frowns and looks up at me questioningly. “Reag-”
“Don’t put one on,” I say quietly, my eyes flashing as we lock gazes. “Not this time. I want to feel you and just you inside of me.”
He groans, his jaw tightening and his cock throbbing against me. “I’ve, uh-” He furrows his brow. “That’s my one hard fast rule. I’ve never without one.”
I bite my lip, grinning at him shyly. “Look who you’re talking to, Marine; neither have I.”
His chest is rising and falling quickly with his breath as he stares at me with lust and wonder on his face, a look that makes me feel like every stupid girl-hood princess fantasy. “I’m clean-”
“So am I,” I say quietly, unable to stop myself from rocking my hips against him and feeling his thickness against me. “And I’m on the pill.”
This is utterly insane and totally reckless, and nothing I could picture myself doing in a million years, but that’s just how he makes me feel. It’s like he has this sort of power over me, and yet the fact that he’s willing to take the same leap with me speaks to the power I have over him. It’s a power we have together, and it’s the last assurance I need.
“Fuck me, Hudson.” I whisper into his lips. “Fuck me like we’re the last two people on Earth.” I slide back onto him, gasping as I feel his head begin to slide into me.
“Fuck, Reagan.” He groans, and I’m whimpering as he slowly fills me entirely with his impressive length. His hands hold me tightly by the waist as he rocks in deeply, pulling me further and further down onto him until I moan as I feel myself press tight against his body. He feels incredible inside of me, filling me like I’ve never felt before, and when he grunts, I can feel the throbbing twitch of his pulse deep inside. His hands clutch at my ass, grinding himself against me and hitting that secret spot inside as we just rock like that for a second.
“Holy shit, Reagan, you feel fucking incredible.” He slides his fingers into my hair and grabs a handful of it, using his hold to pull me to his lips.
“Just you, and just me. Nothing separating us,” I moan into his mouth.
We begin to rock together like that, me straddling his lap right there in the car as he plunges me up and down his length. We moan together, our breath and our tongues mingling as his hard muscled arms hold me tight and rock me against him.
He yanks my head back by the hair, making me cry out with pain and pleasure as his lips nip and suck at the sensitive skin along my collarbone. I rock on him, my nipples dragging over his chest and my clit grinding into his pubic bone as we move faster and faster together and I feel myself begin to tumble over the edge.
“I’m- I’m going to- Oh fuck, Hudson, I’m-”
“Oh fuck me too,” he growls, biting my earlobe and rocking deep into me. “Come for me, Reagan, come all over my big cock.” The thought of Hudson coming with me, bare and totally unprotected inside of me has me clawing at the edges of my sanity as I begin to fall. He grinds up into me one last time, and it’s like a bomb going off.
I scream his name, my fingers clawing at his biceps and his shoulders as the whole world shatters around me. He’s hugging me to him tightly as he roars out my name, and then I can feel him throbbing within me as he lets go and just fills me with his hot cum.
We stay like that, wrapped in each other’s arms and in each other’s heat in the steamy-windowed darkness of the car.
There’s so much I want to say in that moment, and then later when we drive home in grinning silence, or even after that back at his penthouse when I curl up to him in his bed, but I just don’t know how. I can give a million wordy speeches to crowds of cheers or jeers, or cameras broadcasting my face and my words to televisions across the country, and it’s effortlessly without a second thought in the world.
So why is it when it comes to saying three words to the one man I’m dying to say them too, I suddenly feel like I’ve come down with stage fright?
Chapter Twenty-Seven