The Fixed Trilogy: Forever With You(45)

Hudson squeezed my breasts and slipped his cock between my legs, rubbing his hard length against my *. I moaned as he knocked against my clit, each jab sending me higher and higher. Yet he wasn’t where I really wanted him—not yet.

“Hudson.” It was half plea, half cry. “Please. I need you.”

He continued rocking against my folds. “I know, precious. I know what you need.”

And yet he wouldn’t give it. I squirmed against his cock pulsing between my legs. “Need you. Inside.”

“Say it again and I’ll make you wait even longer.”

“Please, Hudson.” I couldn’t help myself. The words tumbled out without my permission.

He pulled off of me. “I told you not to ask again.” He slapped my ass. Hard.

A trickle of moisture pooled between my legs. He slapped me again on the other cheek, and I cried out from the pleasant sting. He rubbed away the burn with wide circular passes of his palms. If he spanked me again I thought I just might come right there.

But he didn’t. His hands left me. My body shuddered from the absence of his warmth and the jolt of the strikes and the unease of not knowing what would happen next.

Then suddenly he was where I wanted him, inside me—not his cock, but his tongue. I cried out at the sweetness of it. I looked down between my legs and found his face there, his mouth poised over my hole as he plunged in and out with long, velvety strokes. His fingers came up to swirl across my clit. I squirmed, absolutely in love with what he was doing to me, at the same time desperate for him to fill me with his erection instead.

The torment drove me mad. It also made me come, hard and fast, a breathy cry escaping from my lips. I was still coming when he—finally—entered me. He thrust in, grunting as he pushed through the clenching of my orgasm. “Ah, Jesus, you’re so goddammed tight.”

Quickly he pulled himself out to the tip and bore into me again. I loosened around him as I settled down. He dug his fingers into my hips and hammered into me, pulling my whole body to his with each drive. My hands curled into the bedspread, another orgasm already beginning to gather in my belly like a storm.

With a frenetic pace, he continued to drill into me. “I. Can’t. Get. Deep. Enough,” he grunted a word in between each thrust. “I need. To be. Deeper.”

Fuck, he was already so deep, each merciless jab hitting me in just the right place. Every exhale was a whimper, my hands and knees shaking as he assaulted me with enormous jolts of pleasure.

He withdrew again to his tip and paused as he flipped me to my back. Pushing my knees back into the bed, he leaned into me and resumed pounding into me with a fevered pace. “Come with me, precious.” It wasn’t a request. He meant for me to obey. “I’m going to go soon. Tell me you’re coming with me.”

“Yes,” I panted. “Yes. Yes.”

“Good.” He pushed on the underside of my thighs, tilting my hips up, and bucked into me, hard and deep. Deeper than he’d ever been; I’d swear he’d never been that far inside of me. My orgasm began surging through me. “Wait, Alayna.”

I widened my eyes, gasping in shallow breaths as I tried to hold on.

“Wait. Wait. Wait.” His command matched the rhythm of his thrusts. “Wait.” Then, “Now!”

At his permission, I succumbed to the force that had built inside, letting it rip through me with lightning speed. My * clenched around his cock as Hudson pressed into me with a long, deep drive. “Fuuuccck!” He elongated the word as he knocked against my pelvis, spilling into me fiercely.

He collapsed onto the bed next to me, his chest rising and falling in tandem with my own. “Well,” he said after a few minutes. “That was…”

Holy, wow, I thought.

Hudson finished the sentence, stealing one of my other favorite terms. “…amazeballs.”

***

We spent the evening in the bedroom, only leaving to make sandwiches from the supplies that the property manager had dropped off before we’d arrived. We made love late into the night and woke with a morning round as well.

Though we were in the middle of nowhere, I discovered we still had wi-fi. It was almost a disappointment—part of the beauty of the cabin was the remoteness of it. Yet it was nice for listening to music. After a breakfast of yogurt and fresh berries, I set up Spotify on Hudson’s laptop, logging in as me, and turned on one of my favorite playlists. We lounged naked on the sofa, my head at one end, his at the other while he massaged my feet.

Phillip Phillip’s So Easy came on. I hummed along for a bit, occasionally singing some of the words.

Hudson watched me with admiration. “You have a nice voice.”

I blushed. It was funny to realize that I hadn’t ever sung in front of him. Oh, the firsts we still had between us. Since I was already embarrassed, I admitted, “This song makes me think of you.”

His nose wrinkled in surprise. “You have a song that makes you think of me?”

“Several. A whole soundtrack.” We were listening to the playlist I had titled H, after all.

“Hmm. I didn’t know that.” He tilted his head and I could tell he was trying to catch the words.

I sang along, helping him hear the important parts, getting louder at the chorus where Phillip sang about making it so easy to fall so hard.