Slathered against him, water, sweat, sex, and semen swirling down the drain, I felt tears prick my eyelids as I realized this was it.
I was lost.
There would be no coming back from Hudson.
Not ever again.
He dragged out of me, scraping against every naked nerve and pulling another raw sigh from my lips. His palm worked back and forth at my wet pussy, swirling our mixed juices, before both of his hands trailed up my body, two fingers swirling inside my mouth.
“Suck.” He ordered, and if it weren’t for his hand at my waist holding me to him, I would have fallen at his feet.
I sucked slowly, savoring the flavor of him and I mixed together.
“You’re so beautiful, Skylar.” He cupped my face, pressing his lips to mine and fucking me with his tongue, long and slow, making me weak all over again.
There would be no coming back from this man.
That was the moment Hudson ruined me.
Five
Hudson
Skylar spent the rest of the day curled up in my arms as we alternated between fucking, eating, talking, and fucking all over again.
Every hour that passed I learned more about her. And the longer we spent together, the more I found myself opening up to her in ways I never had with any other human.
Skylar made some of my sharp edges soft.
I couldn’t explain it, didn’t even give a shit about trying because I liked being with her so fucking much that nothing else mattered. If being buried inside her precious pussy made me the world’s biggest pussy, so be it. I didn’t live for the regrettable moments; I lived for the unforgettable ones, and Skylar had fast become a woman I couldn’t see past.
My vision was blinded by her, and just the thought of going back to my real life felt like a sham because there was no real life without her in it.
I’d even found myself taking in her small, cozy home and imagining my stuff here, waking up to her in the mornings and putting her to bed at night in my arms.
I could see it, and I wanted it.
Moving my custom paint business up north wouldn't be such a big deal. I had clients traveling for hundreds of miles to bring me their bikes as it was. A few hours north wouldn’t stop them.
By the time I realized I had somewhere to be tonight, I was already buried deep inside her, coaxing a third orgasm from her body when my eyes landed on the digital clock by her bed.
Fuck.
The wedding.
I’d have to leave her tonight, at least for a few hours.
Christ, I wished I could bail on that whole shitshow.
When soft mewls fell from Skylar’s lips, I knew I’d done my job, the soft fluttering of her sweet cunt around my fingers driving me a little madder for her. “I could stay buried in your pussy all day and never come up for air.”
I cupped her cheek, planting a soft kiss on the seam of her lips. She sighed, rocking against me, her hands working through my hair as she lay underneath me.
“I hate to say it, precious, but I’ve got to be somewhere for a few hours tonight. Whole reason I came up here, but then I found you and got a little distracted.”
She smiled, stretching and arching, her pert little nipples pebbling in the warm sunlight. “I’ve got a thing too. I wish I could get out of it.”
I plucked at her nipple with my fingertips, enjoying the soft squeal that escaped past her lips. “So, meet back here later?”
Her smile widened, one finger reaching out to trace the swell of my lips. “Until later, Hudson.”
A groan rumbled from my chest as I rolled on top of her, fusing our lips and wishing like hell I’d never have to leave her again.
“But first I need to fuck you with my tongue.” I nudged her legs apart with my knees. “Coat my face in your juices so every man in a five-foot radius can smell your gorgeous cunt on me tonight.”
* * *
I tapped my thumb on the edge of the linen-covered table, anxious as hell to get out of this place, ditch the aunts and uncles that were constantly complaining they didn’t see me enough, and head right back to Sky’s place. I couldn’t keep my mind off her, images of last night rolling through my brain like a newsreel. Shaking my soon-to-be new stepfather’s hand while remembering the silky skin between her thighs, making conversation with my mother as she fussed over where I'd been last night, I couldn't handle any of it. Everything was so damn mundane compared to the feelings I had when Skylar and I were together. I’d already decided I was ditching this rehearsal party early. Mom and Mark didn’t even need a goddamn rehearsal; they’d both been there, done that. Several times.
Talk about dysfunction, I didn’t even know why I was sitting here at the moment when I could be chasing something that really fucking mattered, could lead somewhere truly special. Suddenly feeling antsy, I rose from my chair, taking long strides to the bar to order another whiskey. The moments spent without Sky took too damn long as far as I was concerned. I hoped the booze would help speed time.