12. Caroline

CAROLINE

Being around Hudson is easy. It’s effortless to lose myself in our conversation. He’s funny, charming, and sexy.

We hadn’t really discussed… whatever line we crossed, and we needed to at least bring it up, yet for the entire dinner, all I could think about was how hot this man is. I mean, who looks that good eating spaghetti?

Every time he’d pick his beer up and bring it to his lips, the muscles in his arm would ripple.

Actually ripple.

And, well… it turns out my vagina is a fickle bitch, which led us here.

His arms tight around my waist, his lips merely centimeters from mine, my breasts smashed against his wide chest as we stand in the neck-deep water.

Not the position we need to be in if we’re going to lay down rules to whatever this is between us, but god, the mouth on this man.

It’s crass and filthy, and it only makes me want him more.

“Yeah? The first time wasn’t very memorable, so you’ll have to remind me,” I taunt. I love how he responds to my teasing, giving me back a dose of my own medicine every time. Water sloshes around us as my arms slide around his broad shoulders, and I lift myself higher, then wrap my legs around his strong waist.

Before I even finish speaking, he flexes his hips, and his cock brushes against my center, inciting a moan before I can stop it. Our bare skin brushing together makes this feel even more forbidden.

“I suggest you stop with the taunting before I fuck the shit out of you right here in this pool, Bubblegum. And that doesn’t help with the conversation we need to have, now does it?”

My legs tighten around his hips in an attempt to quell the ache he’s awoken between my thighs.

“No, it doesn’t,” I mumble, then move my hips again, rocking against him once more, unable to stop myself. “We have to talk about it, Hudson… At least lay some ground rules.”

He hisses when the blunt head of his hard cock brushes against my aching clit. Gasping at the sensation, I squeeze my eyes shut and toss my head back, my limbs loosening in pleasure.

I could come like this, so, so easily. It’s always easy with him.

“Talk now. Lay your rules out so I can bury my face in your pussy and eat you until you come on my face.”

Another swivel of his hips has me panting. If we weren’t in the pool, already soaked, he’d feel how wet I am for him.

“Caroline. Now.”

“Okay, okay,” I breathe and let go of his shoulders and drop my legs, then turn to swim to the shallow end.

I can’t think straight with his hands on me, and we have to discuss this. Now that we’ve started again, we can’t keep our hands off each other. And therein lies the problem.

Hudson Rome is dangerous, in every way possible.

“I need you to stay over there,” I say breathlessly.

I’m still clenching my thighs together as I sit on the concrete step, a shiver racking my body. I can’t decipher whether it’s the cooler air hitting my exposed shoulders or if it’s the lingering effect of his hands on my body.

He’s in the shallow end now too, a few feet away, wearing a smirk that I want to kiss right off his ridiculously handsome face. His gaze is hungry, and I feel it directly between my thighs. Water clings to his skin, glistening, beckoning for my tongue to lick every drop all up.

Because he’s so tall, the water only reaches his waist, revealing his six-pack… or eight-pack? Can someone have more than an eight-pack because I think he might.

Ten-pack.

I knew he was fit—I mean, he is a professional hockey player, but my god. The sharp V at his hips disappearing beneath the surface of the water has my mouth watering, and it’s taking every bit of my self-control not to close the distance between us and finish what we started. There’s a line of soft, dark hair that leads lower, and I make a mental note to follow that trail to what I know is beyond the water.

“Caroline,” he rasps, his heavy-lidded eyes capturing mine. “Gonna need you to stop looking at me like that.”

“Like what?” I squeak.

“Like the only place you need to be is on your knees while I feed you my cock.”

God.

Damn.

I am so fucked.

“We—I—” I sputter, momentarily stunned by his filthy words. This must be why girls like older men. Besides the experience. They’re not ashamed to say exactly whatever filthy, dirty thoughts they’re thinking. Words that could make you practically come in a single minute. But maybe that is just a Hudson thing.

“Why?” The word finally tumbles out in a rush because it’s truly the only thing I can think of right now.

“Why what?” he asks. “Gonna have to be more clear, Bubblegum.”

Letting out an exasperated sigh, I pop my shoulder. “You wanted to end this. Walk away and never tell a soul. Why are you suddenly now willing to take the risk?”

I let my words hang in the air between us.

Risk everything to touch me.

His gaze holds mine as his jaw works. He doesn’t speak for a moment but slowly makes his way over to where I sit on the stairs.

“Why am I willing to take the chance?” he repeats my question back to me. “Why do I close my eyes at night and remember the soft, breathy moan you make when you come? Why was I so goddamn jealous when I saw that douche’s hands on you that I almost beat the shit out of a college kid? Why do I not give two fucks that you’re more than a decade younger, that you’re a little sorority girl still in college? Why am I fucking obsessed with everything about you, Caroline?”

Now, he’s standing in front of me, his chest rising and falling in sync with my own as he leans down, his thick arms framing me. “Because I’m fucked when it comes to you. Because I can’t think of anything else, and for the first time in a long fucking time, I don’t want to walk away. I just want you. It’s simple underneath all of the complicated shit.”

Holy shit.

Not at all what I was expecting, but it has my stomach fluttering at the statement.

Even with what’s at stake, this sweet, unbelievably sexy man wants me.

“I want you too, Hudson. If this is what we both want, then we keep it a secret. It’s just sex—no relationship. We keep things fun and get orgasms in the process. I don’t want the messiness that comes with my father finding out, and you want to keep your position on the team. Easy.”

He nods. “I like easy.”

I nod back, our eyes locked on each other. At least we both understand the repercussions of our attraction and can agree that our desire for each other is the easy part.

“We have fun while it lasts, and when it’s over, we walk away and pretend it never even happened. No one’s the wiser, and no hard feelings. So, let’s have fun, Hudson.”

“Fun is all you should be having. You’re thirteen years younger than me, Caroline. I’m not going to stop you from living your life. College is supposed to be about you making fucked-up decisions, partying, being a little reckless. I’m not standing in the way of that. I wouldn’t ask that of you. But when it comes to sex, you’re only having fun with me.”

“Are you claiming me, Hudson Rome?” I say it playfully, and his gaze turns hungry, darkening.

“If we’re doing this, my cock is the only one you’ll be sucking. Fucking. Touching.” He all but growls the words.

“Fine,” I laugh. “I’ll be too busy with your magic dick anyways. We keep this casual. No attachments. I’m good at uncomplicated, Hudson, and truthfully, I’m not a relationship kind of girl. I’ve got daddy issues for days.”

“That it, Bubblegum?”

I nod. “Simple.”

“Easy. Got it.”

I exhale the anxious breath I had been holding. I’m so glad we’re on the same page with… whatever we’re doing because the sensitive spot between my legs aches for this man. A physical ache that I know even if I were to try and satisfy, I would never be able to make it feel even a fraction of the way that he does.

Leaning forward, he brushes his lips against mine before he rasps, “Glad we got that out the way because I want to spend the rest of the night showing you just how good it can be. Starting with that mouth.”

His words send a shiver down my spine, causing goosebumps to cascade down the skin of my arms, hardening my nipples into painfully tight points. How can just words affect me so easily?

“Who says that I’m done swimming, Romeo? You’ve got this big slide that’s just calling my name.” I duck under his arms and wade out of the shallow end, closer to the ladder on the back wall of the pool that leads to the massive stone slide.

He pulls back, his eyes shining with amusement. “Is it?”

I nod. “I remember saying race me to…”

Silence passes between us for a moment before he reacts, diving under the water toward the ladder.

Shit!

I’m closer now… but his strokes are double mine. I dive under the water and kick toward the other side, and when I resurface, I see him leaning against the ladder on his elbows, a smug grin on his face.

“Looks like I won, so… what’s my prize?”

I swim up until I’m pressed nearly against his hard body and lean in as if I’m going to kiss him, only to splash him and quickly lift myself off the side of the pool and out of the warm water.

The cool air shocks me as it touches my skin, and my nipples tighten in response.

Shit, it’s freezing. I almost second-guess my decision to taunt this big, broody man until I look back and see the wry smile on his lips. “Oh, your ass is mine,” he says, and I giggle, taking off toward the slide that I’ve been eying all damn night.

My ass might be his… but he’ll have to catch me first.

* * *

“You’re ridiculous,you know that? You cheated!” I screech, trying to break free from his strong grip, only for him to tighten his arms around me as he tugs me back toward the edge of the pool with plans to toss me in again.

His lips brush against the shell of my ear, causing me to shiver. “Nah, I’m creative. Not the same thing.”

I can’t remember the last time I had so much… fun. With anyone. My stomach hurts from laughing, and even though he cheated, I totally let him catch me.

No matter what he thinks.

And it was simply because we stared each other down from opposite ends of the pool, both of us as stark naked as the day we were born, and I tried and failed miserably to stop my eyes from drifting down his toned chest to the ripple of abs that would make even the strongest woman weak.

Hudson Rome makes me weak.

In more ways than I even want to admit to right now.

When his hold on me loosens slightly, I flip around to face him, my arms trapped against my chest and my fingers resting on the broad expanse of his.

The smile fades from his lips and morphs into something completely different. Hunger.

A look that seems to burn through me, causing a fire to erupt in my stomach that I feel all the way down to my toes.

I feel him everywhere.

The spot where his fingers dig into my back as he pulls me tighter against him, like our proximity isn’t nearly close enough.

“The chase is the fun part, Juliet. So run all you want. I’ll catch you every time, and when I do…” He pauses, leaning closer until his lips ghost across mine, the smallest, barest touch that sends shivers down my spine and anticipation shooting its way through my core.

“I’m not stopping until you’re panting, writhing, begging for me to let you come. Until you’re desperate in ways you’ve never known.”

“H-Hudson,” I pant while asking myself how one person can have so much power over another the way that he does over me in this moment. “Please.”

I don’t even know what I’m pleading for. Only that I want him, and I don’t want to wait another moment to have him.

With one motion, he swoops down, lifts my naked body into his arms effortlessly, and carries me toward his house. Opening the back door, he breezes through like he isn’t holding an actual person in his massive hands and kicks it shut with his foot, carrying me directly toward the master bedroom.

He tosses me onto the bed, slamming the door shut behind him and stalking forward. “Do you know how long I’ve wanted to see you laid out in my bed like this?” he asks, his gaze raking down my body as he takes me in. “And you’re even more perfect than I imagined, in my bed, that look in your eyes that tells me how badly you want to get fucked. You’re a fucking dream, Bubblegum.”

I pull my lip between my teeth, his praise causing anticipation to snake down my spine in thick tendrils. While he takes his time devouring my body with his eyes, I can’t help but appreciate the man standing in front of me.

With thick shoulders and an array of hard-earned muscles, Hudson’s body was made to be admired, and not just as a professional hockey player but as a raw, masculine specimen of a man. The sharp slope of his jaw that’s dusted with hair that he didn’t bother to shave. The intense blue of his eyes. The rows and rows of abs that I want to run my tongue along every time I see them, all the way down to the sharp cutouts at his hips that lead down to his cock. And as if he didn’t have all of those things already in his favor, his cock is beautiful.

It sounds weird to call a man as masculine and strong as Hudson beautiful, but there is truly no other way to describe it. His thick and long cock bobs against his stomach, covered in thick veins. The kind you want to run your tongue along before taking him as far as you can into your mouth just to see the uninhibited look of ecstasy on his handsome face.

“That look,” he mutters, shaking his head. “It makes me crazy, Caroline.”

As crazy as he makes me feel, I want to say back, but I simply stare up at him through my lashes, a sultry grin plastered on my lips.

Then, he moves, stalking closer with purpose, and that purpose is to have his hands on every inch of my body. I can see it in his eyes that there will be no repeat of our first night together, no leaving him without a word, no fleeing when it feels too… much.

When his knees hit the bed, he hovers over me, placing his hands on each side of my head. His tongue darts out and flicks the metal bar through my nipple, causing me to gasp at the sensation of his hot, wet mouth. Then, his fingers join his mouth, rolling the sensitive peaks between his fingers, tugging gently at the piercing.

“I love these,” he growls, filling his hands with my breasts, squeezing them as he speaks. “I want to fuck them one day. Can I fuck your perky little tits, Caroline? Slick my cock with your pussy, then slide it right here.” He trails his middle finger right down the center of my chest, then moves to circle a nipple.

The mouth on this man should be illegal.

“Yes,” I breathe when he leans forward and scrapes his teeth over the sensitive tip, causing my back to arch against his mouth and my hands to fly up to fist into his hair.

I’ve always had sensitive breasts, even more so now that they’re pierced, and it seems like Hudson’s picked up on that fact just from the small amount of time he’s spent with my body. I think I could maybe even come… just like this.

“Not tonight, but I will. Soon,” he promises, kissing a path down my stomach, nipping with just the perfect amount of pain, only to soothe it with his tongue. “Right now, I want to eat this pretty pussy because I’ve been starving for it. You wouldn’t want me to starve, now would you, Caroline?”

I’m so turned on, so unbelievably wet and dizzy with lust, that I can hardly form a thought to even respond to his filthy words.

“N-no.”

That’s all I’ve got. Two stuttered syllables.

He licks his lips as they curl into a feral grin, dropping to his knees between my legs, then hauls me to the edge of the bed until my feet rest along his broad shoulders.

I’m not sure I’ll ever get over the way he’s able to handle me like a rag doll, especially when it’s so goddamn sexy. Raw, masculine power.

“Open wide, baby. I want to see you,” he rasps, using his fingers to spread me open. God, he’s so dirty, the way his gaze drags over my pussy. “Look how swollen and wet you are. It’s seeping from you. Do you want me to lick it all up?”

I don’t even have time to overthink or shy away from his gaze because he dips his head and swirls his tongue on my throbbing clit.

My legs fly closed at the sensation of his mouth on me, and he pulls back, clicking his tongue as he places a flat palm along my stomach to hold me still. “Be a good girl and be still, or I’ll have to stop, and you don’t want that, do you?”

Oh god, no. Not at all. I think I might actually die if he stopped right now.

Hudson leans in again, resuming his assault on my pussy by flicking my clit over and over until I’m writhing on the bed, my hands wound so tightly into the sheets that they’ve pulled free. He flattens his tongue and takes a languid swipe of me, his fingers digging into the flesh of my thighs, all while pressing me down onto the bed, refusing to let me run from the pleasure.

“Hudson,” I pant, gripping the fabric harder as pleasure rocks through me, a dull throb inside me intensifying with each swipe of his tongue.

He circles my clit, and I feel his finger prod my entrance before sliding inside me. I clamp down around him, and he hisses, “Goddamnit, the tightest, most perfect pussy I’ve ever seen.”

I don’t know whether he’s talking to me or to himself, but he stares down at me with reverence as he sucks my clit into his mouth, my vision dancing. My body seizes in the most intense pleasure of my life.

Another finger. More pressure. His teeth graze against my pulsing clit. The wet sound of him devouring me alone is so erotic that it’s almost enough to send me over the edge.

“Not yet,” he murmurs against my slick pussy and slides out his fingers, leaving me feeling empty. The orgasm that was slowly building inside of me fades out of reach. My body, which was wound so taut, now sags against the bed, and in one quick motion, Hudson flips me over onto my knees, gently pressing my upper half into the mattress. I can feel his teeth graze along the globe of my butt, his fingers deftly sliding along the soft curve of my hip, pulling my ass higher in the air.

His lips graze my lower back, his tongue dipping into the small dimples there before he trails slow, steady kisses up my spine. By the time he reaches my neck and slides his hand along my throat, pulling me back against him, I’m practically panting.

Wetness slides down my legs in a sopping, soaked mess, intensified by his lips ghosting across my skin.

It’s erotic and dirty, but I don’t care. All I care about is falling over the edge with this man.

Kissing along my neck, he sucks on the sensitive skin behind my ear before taking my earlobe between his teeth and tugging, sending a shiver down my spine. I’m desperate for the release he’s denying me.

My finger slips between my legs, sliding through my wetness to rub my clit, only for him to pull it free and whisper along my back, which is slick with sweat, “You come whenever I say so, Caroline. Not before.”

His hand slides from around my throat over my shoulders to the middle of my back, where he pushes me down onto the bed, my face in the sheets, and yanks my hips up higher, burying his face in my pussy. The rough pads of his fingers spread me wide as he circles my clit and shoves two fingers inside of me roughly, possessively taking me like I’m his.

I moan, clenching around his fingers as I rock back against him, my legs shaking with pleasure.

My spine arches, and my nails bite into the sheets as I chase my orgasm again, my body quaking for release.

“It’s too much…” I gasp.

“Come, baby, soak my sheets, let me taste you,” he says roughly, fucking me harder with his fingers and sucking my clit. A tidal wave crests, my entire body seizing as the orgasm hits me so powerfully my legs tremble, my hands begin to ache from gripping the sheets so hard.

“Fuck yes,” he says, flattening his tongue, dragging it through my pussy as I come. He circles and flicks my clit until I shy away from his touch, completely spent. With one last lick, he turns me and lays me down on the bed on my back, lying down beside me.

I can see my wetness coating his lips and chin, and even though I just came harder than I ever have, I feel a sense of heat rush through me at the sight.

“That was…” I trail off, watching as his lips spread in a satisfied smile.

“Incredible? Mind-blowing? I know, baby, you don’t have to tell me.”

I reach out to push his shoulder, but he captures my hand in his and pulls me on top of him until I’m straddling his waist. His cock juts into my wetness, pulling a hiss from his lips, and I smirk, reaching between us to palm his length. He’s impossibly thick, and I just want to feel him inside of me.

Just like this.

Lifting, I notch him at my entrance and slide down a fraction of an inch. We both groan in unison, my hands resting on his chest as I still completely, holding his gaze.

I sink down fully until he’s as deep as he can be inside me, and I roll my hips, desperate for the feeling of him rutting against that spot inside of me that has pleasure shooting from every limb.

“Condom, Caroline, fuck.” He pauses, his hands flying to my hips to keep me from moving.

Except it feels too good to stop.

I bite my lip as a moan vibrates from my chest. “I’m on the pill.” My words are merely a breathless pant, but he hears me, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of my hips. “I just had my annual visit, and I’m clean.”

“You want me to fuck you bare?”

Swallowing, I nod. “It feels s-so good.” I grind my hips, my clit grazing the soft hair where we meet with each movement.

Nothing has ever felt so good, I’m sure of it.

“Do you have any idea what the fuck that does to me?” he growls, pulling me off his cock slightly only to gaze between us, watching as I slide slowly down on his length. “Seeing your tight little pink pussy stretching around me? Taking all of me?”

He slams me down on his cock, and I cry out from the sensation.

Part in pleasure, part in pain.

Perfection.

“Tell me.”

His gaze darkens impossibly as he flexes upward, bottoming out inside of me. He sits up, his tongue flicking my nipples before he pulls it into his mouth, using his teeth to pull on the barbell before he sucks it. Hard.

The sensation, combined with the feeling of him being so deep inside of me, has my orgasm building inside of me once more.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard that when you’re in class tomorrow, like the good little college girl that you are, you’ll feel me between your thighs. You’ll ache from my fat cock stretching your tight little pussy open. You’ll be sore for days, Caroline, and I want you to think of me every time you throb.” He punches his hips upward as I rise and slam back onto his cock, chasing the bite of pain that comes with how deep he is. “I’m going to fill you up, baby, pump you so full of cum that you’ll leak for days.”

Oh my god.

I’ve never heard anything more filthy in my life, and I’ve never been so turned on.

“Hudson, fuck me, please,” I plead.

He doesn’t hesitate, pulling me off his cock and laying me flat on the Egyptian cotton sheets. My heels dig into his shoulders while he gazes down at my pussy, using his fingers to spread the wetness that’s all over me, circling my clit with it before bringing his fingers to his mouth and sucking them.

“I’ll never get enough of this.” He groans around his fingers. “How fucking sweet you taste. How responsive you are. How your greedy little cunt is weeping for more.”

My back arches when he pinches my sensitive clit between his fingers, sending a bolt of pleasure down my spine. Spreading my thighs wider, he slams back into me, fucking me into the mattress so hard my tits shake, a strangled cry escaping my lips.

“This how you want to be fucked, baby?” he grinds out, using my leg for leverage as he pounds into me punishingly. The sound of our bodies slapping together fills the room, mixed with our labored breathing.

The most erotic soundtrack of my life.

Whimpering, I find my clit with my fingers and make circles, bringing me even closer to the edge.

“Fuck yeah, come with me, baby. Play with your clit and make your pussy ready to take my cum.”

When his lips move over mine, his tongue sweeping inside my mouth, swallowing my cries of pleasure, I clamp around him, my spine arching as I come on command. I come so hard that I nearly black out, tiny white spots dancing behind my vision as I dig my nails into his shoulders, holding on for dear life.

He grunts my name once and then again in the sexiest voice I’ve ever heard, pushing himself deep inside of me with a final sharp thrust of his hips, digging his fingers into my hips as he comes, his warmth spilling inside of me, coating me.

In a way, it feels as if he’s marking me as his.

But Hudson and I can never be anything more than what we are at this very moment. I can’t really be his.

But after that orgasm?

I’m ready for whatever Hudson Rome has to offer.