Four
Skylar
I woke the following morning, my thighs sore, my lips bruised, and a headache the size of Texas pounding through my head. Flopping a pillow over my throbbing head to block the morning light, I did not expect a rough palm to slither its way across my bare abdomen, down my thighs, until it cupped my warm cunt.
Oh God.
Every forbidden piece of last night came rushing back to me. Tall, tattooed, arrogant, motorcycle-riding, and tucked into my bed at this very moment.
“Morning, precious.” His words wound around my insides like rivers of molten lava.
“Hi,” I breathed, suddenly a little self-conscious.
“Cat got your tongue?”
I finally chanced a glance at him. That cocky grin was twisting his lips. Fuck, no wonder I’d fallen so far down the rabbit hole last night. He looked even better in the morning, and I didn’t even think that was possible.
“No cat.” I cleared my throat, slipping out of bed and walking into the bathroom. I was hoping he wouldn't follow so I could have a few minutes to freak out in the bathroom mirror before I faced this day, but luck was apparently not on my side today.
He sauntered into my bathroom, just like he belonged there, my gaze landing for the first time on a vertical trail of inked words decorating his rib cage. I couldn't make out what they said, the only thought running through my head that I wanted to drop to my knees and lick my way up the art climbing every taut muscle of his body.
Never in my life had I found myself in a morning-after situation until now, until six-foot-tall and fucking gorgeous snaked his heavily inked arms around my waist and placed a warm kiss at my neck. “Shower with me?”
Oh God, what was I supposed to say to that? No, actually, I’d rather sit here and lick my wounds alone, thank you very much.
“You weren’t so shy last night.” His spicy, leathery scent wrapped around me, nearly buckling my knees.
“Scotch does that to me,” I muttered, eyes lingering on the sea of skulls that wrapped around his elbow, twisted up his bicep, and sprayed across one shoulder. His body was a work of art, and holding a conversation when he was just standing there…like this…all naked and gorgeous and mouthwatering was fucking impossible.
“So…” He twirled me in his broad arms to face him. “You’ve done this before?”
My eyes widened as I realized what he was asking. “No.” I shook my head with a huff. “Never. But I’m usually out drinking with my girlfriends, and we have this pact that we’re not allowed to go home with anyone for safety…” I paused, eyes landing on his again. “…reasons.”
“Right.” He cupped my face in his hands, forcing me to look only at him. “Well, I’ve got news for you, doll. I've never done this sort of shit either, and while the bright light of day may have changed your view, it hasn’t mine.”
He paused, letting his words loom heavy between us.
“And that means what?” I finally asked, afraid of his answer.
“It means I had a taste, and now I’m addicted. Not walking away from you, precious, and you’re sure as hell not walking away from me.” His heavy hands splayed across my shoulders, hauling me to him and crushing me into a possessive kiss. On instinct, my hands whispered into his hair, my body molding to his like it was meant to be there, our tongues twisting and stroking in tantalizing loops.
I should be pushing him away. Everything about his attitude made the feminist in me want to scream and hit him and tell him I couldn’t be claimed. But the fact was, he’d done it. He’d claimed me, repeatedly, last night. The best sex of my life, hands down. Hudson could win an award for pleasure. I just didn’t want to think about how much practice that must have taken on people who were not me to get there.
“You’re overthinking, precious,” he mumbled against my lips, closing our kiss with soft little nips.
“It’s kinda my thing.” I frowned, collapsing into his arms and letting him take the load off my shoulders. Maybe I had issues with control now and again, and maybe someone like Hudson was the perfect antidote. Maybe taking this ride with him would help loosen me up. At least I knew there would be no heavy commitment at the end of it. Just the way Hudson talked, I could tell he wasn’t the commitment type, so maybe he was my safe escape. My foray into reckless danger, and there was no way he could burn me because we were just a fling. This was just a fling, right? I was personally sure this was just a fling.
“Enough of the thinking. You should try feeling.” His hands slipped down my torso and over the curve of my ass, pulling me against his straining erection. “This is anything but a fling to me, Skylar. The sooner you know that, the sooner we can get to the good stuff.”
Oh God. This man was calling me on every single hang-up I had.
“Look, I know last night was incredible…” I emphasized the word—it was that incredible. “But we both have lives. I can’t just upend everything for—”
“Oh, I see what’s going on here.” He patted my ass cheek. “You’re only spontaneous with a little Scotch in your system.” He winked.
“What?” I narrowed my eyes. “No, I’m just cautious.”
“Boring.” He arched an eyebrow.
“I prefer to think before I act.”
“Predictable.”
My cheeks flamed with anger. “And I don’t normally fuck strangers.”
His eyebrows shot up, that word eliciting the shock from him I’d wanted. “But…” His fingers slid between the cheeks of my ass, hovering so close I was preparing myself for his intrusion. “Best fuck of your life, right?”
My mouth popped open just as his finger made contact with the little rosebud of my ass, swirling and stretching until the tip was breaching me. “Oh God.”
He didn’t reply, only worked his finger against my asshole, sinking it a little deeper before I was full and overtaken by need, completely aching and desperate for more. Desperate for anything.
“I dare you to tell me it wasn’t the best, Skylar.” His other hand was working at the wet flesh of my pussy. “Because last night was fucking mind-blowing for me, and I know I’m not the only one who felt it. That pussy of yours was gushing like goddamn Niagara Falls. Your lips may be able to deny it, but that sweet, juicy cunt of yours was begging for my cock. You loved how full it felt with me inside you.”
“No, I mean, yes.” I shook my head, trying to maintain some sense of logic through the haze of him. “But that doesn’t mean—”
“Like hell it doesn't, precious. I’ve never been with a woman like we were last night. You're another level, and I’m not a man who walks away from something so perfect sitting right in his lap.”
He hoisted me against him then, hauling me into the shower and smothering my lips in a kiss. He flipped on the water with one hand, the other bending me over and then covering my palms with his own against the cool tile.
“Spread your thighs.” His voice rumbled through my veins. He pushed my legs apart with his knees, his heavy palms sliding down my torso and rippling through my bloodstream. “Keep that pussy open for me, gorgeous.”
His palm landed one swift crack between my thighs, his hand gone as quickly as it’d come, leaving a sting that charged through every nerve. My pussy dripped, my clit on fire with need for another orgasm. He landed another fast smack, then two more in quick succession before he was cupping me, swirling the rough pads of his fingers at my clit.
“So desperate for me you’re burning up. This sweet cunt is so hot for me.” One long finger slid deep inside, my body convulsing in waves, my vision blinded. “Where do you want my cock, pretty girl?”
“Inside me.” I rasped. “I want you deep inside me.”
“I was thinking…” His thumb slipped between my ass cheeks, pressing at the tight bud. “…here.”
He spread the mixture of water and arousal around my ass, pressing the tip of his finger in slowly, working the muscle loose and making me groan and sigh in equal parts pleasure and pain.
“You like it when I’m a little dirty. I can feel how hot my finger up your tight ass makes you. You gush, baby. Your pussy drips that sweet juice for me. You begged for me to slap that cunt of yours. You kept arching up to meet my hand. You want to be filthy with me, sweet girl. I want you to know that everything is okay with me. All your desires, all your fantasies. I want you to have all the pleasure known to man. I want you to come for me, I want to drink from you until I am drunk with desire. It’s all for you, baby.”
I nodded, unable to form words. Feeling…I could only feel.
“You want my fat cock to fill this tight little asshole of yours?” He worked his finger a little deeper, my sighs growing to frantic pants as an orgasm burned just at the edge, just out of reach…
“Yes, oh my God, yes, I want more of you, Hudson.”
“Fuck, that’s what I need to hear, baby.” He pulled his hand from my ass and pushed his fingers into my hair, turning my head to meet his lips for a hungry kiss. His dick nudged at my back entrance, the tip pushing at the edges, the only words running through my head: please, more, Hudson. “I want you so full you cream all over and then beg me for more, Sky. I want to mark you with my come. You would look so pretty covered in it. Your ass feels so good, baby. I love that you let me fuck you here. I want you to tell me how much you love this. I want you to be my dirty little girl.”
Oh God, what would that piercing feel like buried in my ass? In the next instant, he was shoving into me, the fullness his cock created sending stars racing into my vision. He was buried inside me up to the tip, my fingers clutching at wet tile as a thousand pricks of delicious pain raced through me.
Thank God he’d prepped me with his finger, so the pain was only enough to cause a bite, followed by a surprising surge of pleasure. With every thrust, the pain of his intrusion melted deeper into pleasure. Our lips still attached, his hand still fucking perfect figure eights around my pussy, my orgasm barreling to the finish line far too soon.
“Let go, Sky. Give it all to me,” his husky voice whispered, sending sparks straight to my clit.
I clamped down on my bottom lip, the hot water of the shower pelting my back and adding to all the sensations flooding my body. His hips worked against my ass, hand dancing across my flesh, lips planting kisses across my neck… I fell off the edge entirely.
Every passionate moment we’d had before now combined into a raging inferno of feeling that tsunamied through me, spinning my insides and lighting fire to every raw nerve.
“Fuck, that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” His teeth caught my ear. “You just squirted all over my hand.”
My heart hammered as the realization flooded me. That orgasm had been different than any other; that orgasm had felt like something was ripping me apart from the inside and bursting into a thousand fireworks in every direction.
“That was incredible,” I finally gasped out.
“You. Are. Incredible.” His thrusts sped up, his hands fisting at both of my hips as he fucked me deeper, harder, beyond the edge of reason.
He was perfect…we were perfect.
He read my body, teased the pleasure from me. I couldn’t get enough. And he couldn’t get enough of me.
I’d never been so consumed, so hollowed out and filled up with another soul like I was when I was connected with him like his. Writhing together, we lost ourselves and then found each other again, new, whole, different, and so sated.
His hands raked across my body, bruised my skin as we fucked. He drove on until I was close to losing control again, too far gone to care, too lost to want to be found. The spray of hot water beat down on both of us as another orgasm orchestrated by him quaked through me. My muscles went lax, my heart thudding a tattoo against my ribs. Hudson fucked me senseless, and it seemed like every fuck was the best fuck of my life with him.
I watched rapt as his jaw went taut, his hands clutching at my ass as an orgasm tore through him. His face contorted with rabid pleasure, his lips suddenly sucking at my skin as he fucked the last remaining ounces of his release into my body.
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.