Chapter Fifteen
Hudson had seen the Mona Lisa up close. He’d spent hours in front of Botticelli’s Birth of Venus and countless other paintings lauded for their beauty and sex appeal. None of it came close to seeing Felicia standing in her red lace bra and thong in the middle of the cabin’s kitchen, lit only by the light from the emergency lantern.
“So you really think you can teach me something?” he asked, surprised he was even able to form words, as dry as his mouth had gone at the sight of her.
“I learned from the best,” she said, trailing her fingertip across the line of his collarbone—a part of his anatomy he’d never considered a turn-on until now. “First, you want to flirt.”
“Are you going to try an ant pickup line on me?”
“No.” She dipped her head and lapped at his nipple, sending a shot of lust straight to his already hard dick. “I’m going to flirt without words.”
“And…” The teasing comment he had lined up turned to chalk in his mouth when she climbed up on the foot rungs of the barstool before straddling him.
The move put her tits right in line with his mouth as she held on to the chair back behind him. Her puckered nipples pushing against the lace was more temptation than even a much better man than he could take. He drew the hard nub into his mouth, sucking hard through the lace and grazing the sensitive spot with his teeth. Her moan of appreciation was punctuated by the palm of her hand on his forehead pushing him away.
She made a tsk-tsk sound as she kissed her way down his neck. “I’ll take questions and comments at the end of my presentation.”
God. That wasn’t fair. It was hot as hell, but not fair in the least. He didn’t give a shit. If the world’s sexiest woman wanted to torment him by turning him on, then so be it. “So, I’m in the strip club champagne room where there’s no touching?”
“In an academic sense.” She lowered herself to his lap and rocked her core against his cock. “No kissing. No licking. No sucking. And your hands should be on your chair.”
He gripped the bar stool’s seat, the edge of the metal underside digging into his palm he held on so tight. “I hope you remember the difference between flirting and taunting.”
She ground herself against him with enough pressure to be both heaven and hell. “You should, because by the time I’m done with my skills presentation, you’re going to be desperate.”
She thought he wasn’t already there? He had an almost completely naked woman—scratch that, a nearly naked Felicia—on his lap grinding on him, and he couldn’t touch her. He did not want to play this game, touching her was pretty much all he thought about lately, but all it took was one look at the challenge in her blue eyes and he gave in. She must have sensed it because she took off her glasses and set them on the island.
Her hands went to the front clasp of her bra. “Close your eyes.”
Every instinct in him screamed in protest. “But I want to watch you.”
One side of her mouth curled up in a sassy smirk. “Later.”
Resigned to the fact that he’d created a sexy, teasing monster, he closed his eyes.
…
Having Hudson like this was as much of a power rush as that first blowjob. He sat still below her, his eyes closed as he breathed in a steady, controlled rate—but not for long.
She traced her fingers across the tops of his shoulders and down the outsides of his arms, relishing the feel of him as his biceps bunched with the effort it was obviously taking him not to let go of the stool. But he held on just like she knew he would—no matter what else anyone could say about Hudson Carlyle, he aimed to please. Tonight, though, was about him experiencing every touch and lick for himself just like he’d helped her that first night. Right now, it was time for the teacher to be the student.
“What do you want me to touch first?” she asked, giving in to temptation and kissing her way up the corded length of his neck.
“Is my dick out of the question?”
She rocked against the hard length of him. “Is that what you mean?”
“I’m a simple guy. I just want your sweet mouth on me.”
She stepped down to the ground, standing between his splayed legs, dropped her fingers to the button of his jeans and popped it open. “Lift your hips.”
“Just like that? You’re not going to warm me up first?” he teased.
Gripping his cock as best she could through his jeans and squeezed. “You feel pretty hot already.”
He let out a tortured groan and lifted his hips above the chair, giving her just enough room to yank down his jeans and boxers. His cock sprung free. Thick and hard, it made her mouth water, and she wanted nothing more than to drop to her knees and wrap her lips around it. Instead, she waited, her hands at her sides.
“Are you trying to kill me, Matches?”
Looking at him from beneath her lashes, she took in the way his body had gone hard everywhere and the barely leashed predatory tension wafting from him. It was mesmerizing. “Maybe a little.”
One side of his mouth curled up. “You want me to tell you what I want?”
“Sound familiar?” As if seeing him naked in front of her wasn’t enough to make her slick with desire, the memory of that first night in her bed had her gripping his thighs to steady herself.
He took in a sharp intake of breath and let it out with a strangled groan. “It’s not nice to use my own words against me, but if you’re going to, I want you to kiss the tip. Make out with it.”
She’d thought she’d been wet before. She was wrong. That one demand had her squeezing her thighs together to alleviate some of the pressure building up in her core.
“Open your eyes,” she said, her voice husky with need.
He did and the primal lust she saw in them nearly made her forget her plan to make him lose control and drop the charmer facade. This was the real Hudson. The one who made her heart rate speed up and confess whatever color of panties she was wearing. He was passionate, demanding, and ready to lay her across the nearest flat surface and fuck her silly—but not yet. He was holding on to his self-control, but it was a battle. His every ragged breath and the tension in his forearms leaving his veins popping out showed just how much.
Lowering herself to her knees, she wrapped her fingers around the base, her fingers almost meeting, and kissed the head—slow, feathery soft, and with just enough suction to make him jerk against her lips.
“Fuck.” He let out a harsh groan as he watched her, his focus zeroed in on her mouth making out with his cock. “That’s good.”
“How about this?” Maintaining eye contact she sucked him further in her mouth until he hit the back of her throat and she swallowed.
Judging by the stream of nonsensical words that came out of his mouth, his voice rough and desperate, he must have liked it a lot. His warm cock pulsed in her hand still wrapped around the base as she slid her mouth back up his shaft before stopping at the head to swirl her tongue around it and then repeating the process. She engulfed him a little bit more each time until her lips were flush with his balls. Tension kept him strung tight beneath her as she held herself there, longer than she thought she could, and reached out with the tip of her tongue to lap at his balls.
Suddenly, his fingers were in her hair, lifting her head up enough that he had room to withdraw and thrust inside her mouth, filling her up. This was it. This was what they both wanted—that moment when it wasn’t about her needs or his wants, it was about their hunger. Primal in nature and focused on only taking each other higher, it sent a flash of pleasure through her that left her entire body trembling with desire. Pulling away from his fingers wrapped around her hair and letting his engorged cock go was not about to happen, though, she loved having him like this too much. So she slipped her hand beneath the elastic waistband of her panties and slid them between her needy folds, slick with lust.
“Yeah, that’s it,” Hudson said, his voice strained as he slowed his hips so that each stroke of his dick was as unhurried as it was deep. “Touch that clit.”
She did, running her fingertip over it in measured strokes that matched the pace he was maintaining with his dick. Wet. She was so fucking wet and so turned on that even the slightest brush against her clit pushed her right to the edge of coming.
“I want to feel you come while my cock is in your mouth.”
The words were such a turn-on but not as much as the tone—rough and tinged with desperation. This is what she wanted from him, for him, to be right on the edge with her.
“Look at how fast your fingers are moving underneath that lace.” He released her hair and moved his hands so they cupped either side of her face. “So fucking hot.”
Close. She was so close. The combination of his dick in her mouth, her fingers on her clit, and the dirty words coming out of his mouth had her toeing the edge of oblivion. The tightness in her body turned electric as she chased her climax, building and growing with every push of his hips and circle of her fingers. Her thighs trembled. Her core clenched and released in an ever-increasing rhythm. Her pulse rushing in her ears drowned out everything else but the sound of Hudson’s voice.
“Touch that clit until you come, Felicia. I want to feel you moan around me.”
He rocked forward, thrusting into her mouth right as her orgasm hit and she screamed, the sound muffled by his hard length before he withdrew. As she floated down from the high of her climax, he hooked his hands under her arms and lifted her to a standing position. It couldn’t have taken a lot of effort on his part, she was so blissed out he could have walked her into the desert without sunscreen and she would have gone without a fight. The next thing she knew, her feet were dangling in the air as he lifted her up onto the kitchen island, pushing everything to the side. The coldness of the granite on her ass—thanks for the coverage, thong—brought her down to reality quickly.
“I would love to give you more time to recover from that hot-as-hell orgasm,” he said, stepping between her legs. “But if you don’t get the rest of your clothes off right now, I’m going to rip them off.”
Still riding the rush, she put her hands behind her, palms flat on the island, and arched her back to push her breasts forward as far as possible. “And here I thought you only charmed women’s panties off.”
He hooked a finger into the waistband of her thong, setting off a shiver that made her core clench. “Last chance, Matches.”
It was tempting, but it wasn’t going to happen. She liked this intense, hungry version of Hudson, and she wasn’t done teaching him a lesson.
She wagged a finger at him. “You weren’t supposed to touch. Now we have to try the experiment all over again.”
He got a look in his eyes that sent a thrill through her. “We’re gonna do a lot of things tonight, but stopping me from touching you isn’t one of them.” He yanked hard against the lace of her thong, ripping it in two. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
Despite shredding her panties, he didn’t start between her legs—or maybe it was because he’d torn them. The sexy bastard did love to torment her. Instead, it was her neck his mouth went to first—teasing kisses as his hands made quick work of her bra. Then, he took her nipples and rolled them to stiff peaks while trailing his mouth across her sensitive skin. He didn’t have to tell her to close her eyes. It was impossible to keep them open. It felt too good. He felt too good, like they were meant to be like this and that the flirting and lessons and everything else had just been a way for the universe to get them here.
Jesus, girl, pull yourself together. You’re a scientist not an English major.
That voice in her head didn’t matter, though, not when he drew one of her nipples into his talented mouth and sucked. The rest of the world didn’t matter. It was just them. The way it should be, and deep inside she knew it with a certainty that equaled her belief in the value of the scientific method. Electricity zipped across her skin, hot sensation that ricocheted through her until she thought she’d break—and that’s when he moved lower, gliding his tongue over her stomach before taking a left to her hipbone.
She nearly screamed in frustration. “Hudson, please.”
“What is it you want, Matches?” She could feel his grin against her hip.
“Your mouth on me.”
“It is.”
“Lick me. Suck my clit. Make me come.”
“Greedy, aren’t you?”
“You’re just jealous that you only get to come once tonight.”
“I don’t know what kind of men you’ve been with, Matches, but they sure as hell weren’t me,” he said, his voice as cocky as a frat boy at a kegger. “I’m gonna expect a full-fledged mea culpa when I prove you wrong.”
Finally, he dipped his head between her legs, moving his hands underneath her ass to lift her up higher. His tongue lapped at her clit in feather soft touches so light that it was absurd the heightened effect they had on her. Up and around he went, taking her so close only to pull back and start all over again. She bucked against his mouth, her hands seeking out his hair, and pushed herself more firmly against him. This is what she wanted. To have him everywhere. All at once. It was almost more than she could take. Then, he slid one hand off her ass and brought it between her legs, thrusting two fingers inside her and scissoring them so they stretched her entrance at the same time as the tips brushed against her G-spot.
“Don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop.”
Thank God, he didn’t. Hudson moved inside her with those magic fingers and changed the pace and pressure of his tongue on her clit. Harder. Faster. More intense. The sensations built until her orgasm crashed against her, washing away everything but the two of them.
…
Hudson loved the taste of her on his tongue almost as much as he loved being buried inside her or seeing her smile or hearing her talk about honeypot ants. Watching as her muscles relaxed after that orgasm, the hooded look in her eyes, he realized that he was in trouble—and had been since that first moment he’d seen her at the museum fundraiser—but he couldn’t find it in himself to give a shit. All that mattered was that she was there, naked and spread on out the kitchen island, and he needed to be inside her as much as she wanted him to be there. He grabbed his jeans, pulled his wallet out from the back pocket, and took out a condom.
“You’re so damn beautiful,” he said as he rolled the condom over his straining cock.
Her lust-hazy gaze never went higher than his waist. “You’re not so bad yourself.”
She tugged her bottom lip between her teeth, and he nearly lost it before he’d even started. “I’m not gonna last long.”
“That’s okay, I heard you come back for seconds.”
“With you? I don’t think there’s a limit.” He grabbed her hips and flipped her over so her tits were pressed against the island. “Hold on.”
Unable to wait another second, he plunged inside her slick, tight core. He nearly went blind. So good. So fucking good. Tight. She was so fucking tight around him, the perfect fit. The last blood cells powering his brain fled south where all the fun was going on, and he switched into primal mode. He gripped her hips, lifting her and slamming her back down against him, hard and fast. The absolute rightness of it swept through him. Felicia might not be his, no matter how much he wished she was, but she was his for right now, and he was going to make sure she knew it.
“Oh my God, Hudson.” She pushed back against him. “Yes. Fuck me. Fuck me hard.”
“You want it hard?” he asked, dancing on the fine line of losing control.
“Please,” she cried out.
Then that’s just what she’d get. He plowed into her, hard and fast, just like they both wanted. Over and over again until the buzzing at the base of his spine grew with each stroke and he couldn’t take it anymore. Back and forth, he rocked his hips, slamming into her as she pushed back against him, meeting him thrust for thrust, bordering on desperate, their bodies crashing together until she tossed her head back and came, screaming his name.
That’s all it took. His balls tightened, and he pushed forward, his orgasm spilling into her harder than he’d ever come before.
It took everything he had not to collapse onto the floor in a puddle of satisfied male, but he couldn’t do that to her. After disposing of the condom, he gathered Felicia up in his arms, picked up the lantern, and strode to his bedroom upstairs. She needed a bed and he needed to keep her close—at least for tonight. He’d deal with tomorrow in the morning; tonight she was his.