Weekend Surrender (The Surrender Trilogy, #1)(30)

Her pu-ssy pulsed at his erotic words, and she suddenly felt overheated. “What if I wanted you to put your hands on it, Hudson.”

A grin spread over his handsome face, “All you have to do is ask.”

Taking that as her cue, she leaned into him, dragging her nipples across the bubbles that dotted his hard chest, and stopping a fraction of a breath away from his lips.

“Please?”

The whispered word barely made it between her lips before Hudson captured them. Instead of the fierce power and nuclear meltdown she seemed to feel when Rogan or Parker took her, she was slowly seduced by Hudson into a puddle of lust. He caressed her lips with his own, changing the pressure and angle every other moment, and taunting her tongue with his.

When she felt like she was ready to burst, she pushed one hand up the back of his neck and dug it into the hair at the base of his head, clutching him to her so he would kiss her long and deep. Instead of pulling away, he cupped both of her breasts in his hands, and teased her nipples with his callused thumbs.

The burning fire that had started in her pu-ssy a moment ago was skittering under her skin now, and she started to feel desperate. Pushing at his knee, which had been resting against the side of the tub, she waited for him to straighten both legs so she could straddle him. Positioned comfortably astride his thighs, she reached for his cock, while he continued to play with her tits. He seemed to know exactly how tight to squeeze them, and how hard to pinch her nipples without hurting her. Now with his dick in her hot little hands, she stroked up and down its length, squeezing him firmly and enjoying the way he thickened against her palms.

She liked having a little control over him, knowing he trusted her enough to let her have her way. He wasn’t resisting her direction, he just continued his slow and steady seduction of her senses, keeping her slightly off balance by occasionally nipping her lip, or tugging at the length of her hair.

Rachel slid a hand down between his legs to cup his large balls, rolling them and enjoying the heavy weight of them. Wondering how much she could push him, she slid a finger toward the base of his sack then closer to his anus. His hiss of breath made her pause and look up at him, but his eyes were closed and his head was thrown back. He still had one hand cupping her breast, but the other was gripping the side of the huge tub as if he was trying to stay grounded in a flood. Encouraged, she ran her fingertip over the tiny pucker, grinning when it clenched under her touch.

Just how far would he let her go?

The tip of her finger pressed into the tight ring of muscles before it pushed her back out denying her entry. Determined and dazed with desire, she pressed forward, this time bending to lick the crown of his cock where it poked out of the water. His pelvis rocked upward, pushing his cock against her lips and relaxing his ass so her finger was able to breach it.

Hudson’s moans of pleasure were making her brain fuzz over. Alternately licking and sucking the inch or so of cock she could reach above the water, she pushed her way deeper into his ass. When she reached the length of her finger, she curled it up finding that hot button she had always been curious about, and wriggling her finger against it.

Just like she had hoped his whole body clenched with pleasure, he hissed out her name, and let go of her breast to wrap his hand in her hand pulling tightly.

“fu-ck! Enough! I’m going to come down your throat if you keep that up, Rach.”

She grinned at him, feeling her chest swell with pride at the dark desire in his eyes. She had done that. Hudson desired her and no one else at this moment. It was a heady feeling, and it made her feel deliciously feminine.

He leaned forward, directing her to move backwards with his hand in her hair. Skillfully reining her with his creative lead, he had her turn around and bend over the side of the tub. With her upper chest braced against the tub rim, and her hands clenching the porcelain edge tightly, she told him what she wanted.

“Hudson, please fu-ck me. I need you!”

“With pleasure, honey.” Completely submerged under the warm water, the bulbous head of his cock pressed against her slick opening finding an easy path into her depths. He was slow and deliberate in the way he fu-cked her, stirring a bonfire in her abdomen that went nuclear when he finally pinched her clit and sent her over the edge of reason.

They rested there panting in unison, his large frame draped over her much smaller one, sheltering and comforting her. The steam seemed to roll off them as the heat from the water paired with the heat of their bodies to create a fog-filled bathroom.

“You are the only person I would ever let do that, Rachel,” he murmured into her ear, making her cunt clench around his still semi-hard cock.

“Mmm…I like the sound of that cowboy, and I definitely liked the end result.” She giggled when he nipped her ear lobe, and shivered as the adrenaline drained out of her.

It was a few moments later when she felt his cum dribbling out of her into the water that she realized they hadn’t used a condom. Once was understandable, but twice in one day was just asking for trouble.

“Hudson?”

“Yeah, honey?” He was still braced over her, with his lips brushing the top her spine and his nose buried in her hair.

“Umm…you didn’t use a condom.”

She felt him tense up behind her, and she waited for him to process it.

“Oh shit. I’m sorry, Rachel. I just didn’t think about it. Are you pissed?” He moved backwards to sit on his heels as she turned to face him.