15. Hudson

HUDSON

“Fuck, I missed you,” I murmur against her lips, lacing my fingers into her hair. The only thing I do is groan when I taste the watermelon bubblegum flavor on her tongue. That goddamn gum that I’ve been craving for over a week now. Especially after our text last night, I couldn’t wait to get to the rink today, not only to catch up with my team but because I knew she’d be here. “Maybe it’s just the Hubba Bubba. I think I might be developing an addiction. This is very serious.”

“You’ve only been gone a week.” She giggles as she loops her arm around my neck, standing on her tiptoes. “And I’m pretty sure you’re just addicted to giving me orgasms… not the gum, but whatever you say, Romeo.”

“A week too fucking long.”

My lips move over hers, tasting, teasing, tracing the seam of her lips with my tongue, desperate to dip inside her mouth.

This is reckless, kissing her here right now, in the closet of the practice facility. I know better—I just couldn’t wait another second to touch her. My hands physically ached to touch her.

And the last hour has been the worst form of torture… being so close to her yet not able to act on my desire for her.

“We have to go back out there before someone realizes we’re both gone,” she says but makes no move to slide out of my embrace. If anything, her grip on my neck tightens.

“Yeah, we do.”

My gaze holds hers, neither of us moving, only breathing each other in.

“Right now. We should do that right now.”

“Yep.”

Then suddenly, her lips are on mine again, a soft moan escaping as she launches herself into my arms, her legs wrapping around my waist. My hands fist in her hair as her tongue strokes inside my mouth, and together, we’re lost.

The rest of everything fades out, and it’s only this feeling.

We’re making out in a closet like we’re teenagers—obviously, we have a thing for them—yet, the last thing I want to do is stop. Even though we should. Even though anyone could realize that we’re both missing and come looking to find me with my coach’s daughter, my team’s intern, in the most compromising way possible.

It wouldn’t just be my reputation on the line; it would be Caroline’s too, which is why I tear my lips from hers and carefully set her back down on her feet as much as I really don’t fucking want to.

“Tonight,” I promise, dropping my lips to hers once more in a quick kiss. “I’ll pick you up.”

She nods, giving me the sweetest fucking smile. “You go out first, and then I’ll come out in a couple of minutes?”

“Yep. I’ll go and distract Laura.”

“My Romeo,” she quips, a teasing look in her eyes. Those fucking eyes could bring me to my knees if it’s what she wanted.

I open the door and quickly slip out, shutting it behind me. When I turn the corner to the hallway, I see Wren leaning against the wall next to the water fountain, his arms crossed and a knowing smirk on his lips.

“What?” I ask.

His eyebrows rise. “You do realize you are not very inconspicuous, right?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Fuck.

Shit.

“Yeah… okay, but, uh,...you’ve got lip gloss on your face.”

Lifting my hand, I swipe at my lips, only for his smirk to widen into a full-blown shit-eating grin.

“Ha! I knew it. Is she your giiiiiirlfriend?”

“Wren,” I warn, my gaze narrowing when I realize there isn’t shit on my face, but I accidentally just outed my… relationship with Caroline to him. Not that I would admit it to him.

“Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me, Coach. I, uh, came here to ask you something else anyway.” He zips his lips and throws away the key as he stifles another grin.

I was not fucking prepared for this, and frankly, it caught me off guard. Now one of my players is involved, and fuck, I want to be with Caroline, but we’re already being reckless and careless. I clear my throat and ask, “What’s up?”

Wren hesitates, then shakes his head. “Never mind. It was stupid.” He pushes off the wall and hikes his bag higher on his shoulder before turning toward the rink.

“Wren. It’s not stupid. What’s going on?” I say.

He whips back around as his shoulders sag in defeat, “I was going to see if you could help me with this, uh, scholarship paperwork thing I need for school. I need a reference, and I was going to see if you had any time. I know you’re probably busy and only in town for a few days. I ju—”

“Nope, not too busy. How’s tomorrow?”

The emotion that crosses his face causes my heart to squeeze. All he wants from me is time, and the moment that I agree, he’s shocked, every time.

“Y-yeah, that would be cool,” he says.

* * *

“That was possiblythe best thing I’ve had in my life,” Caroline groans as she slides into the passenger seat of my car.

I lean over and capture her lips, tasting the salty-sweet caramel still sticky on her lips. I learned tonight it’s her favorite ice cream flavor, and seeing the way that her eyes lit up when I made a detour and pulled into the small mom-and-pop old-fashioned ice cream parlor on the outskirts of town was worth it a thousand times over. Made me want to buy fucking gallons just to have delivered to her house knowing it makes her that damn happy.

“Gonna have to disagree on that one because I’ve had something far sweeter.”

Her eyebrows rise, and she smirks. “You are a dirty man.”

I shrug. “It’s true, though. Ready to head home?”

She nods. “I’ve been dreaming about your huge…” She leans over the center console until her lips brush against mine lightly, using her tongue to trace my bottom lip. “Hot tub since I left.”

Christ.

I groan when she pulls back and settles into the passenger seat, pulling the seat belt across her chest and securing it. “You are fucking killing me. You can’t do that to me after not being able to touch you for an entire fucking week, Caroline.”

All she does is giggle, making no attempt to stifle the amused sound from her lips, and the entire ride home, she does her best to tease me until my dick feels like it might punch through my jeans. It didn’t help that her hands were everywhere. I could hardly focus on driving.

“Just wait until I get you inside,” I tell her, then walk around to the passenger side and open the door. I unbuckle her, easily lifting her from the seat and tossing her over my shoulder, my hands gripping her thighs as I stride toward the front door of my house.

When she yelps and hits my back, I bring my hand to her ass and spank the fuck out of it.

“Oh my god, did you just spank me, Hudson Rome?” she squeals.

“Sure as fuck did, Caroline Evans, and if you keep taunting me, I’m going to put you on your knees right here and fuck your throat just so you remember who’s in charge.”

She goes completely quiet, and I grin, smacking her ass once more just for good measure.

“I can’t believe you’re spanking me.” Her voice is laced with disbelief, and I grin even fucking harder.

Once we’re inside, I set her on the floor and cradle her face in my hands as she faces me. “Oh baby, I can’t wait to show you just how good it can be.”

Her eyes widen slightly, her throat bobbing as she swallows. “Is that a perk of dating an older man? The experience.”

“I guaran-fucking-tee that Jay, the preppy little fuck boy from the other night, has no idea how to worship you, Caroline. He wouldn’t even know where to begin when it comes to fucking you the way that you deserve. I can wring the pleasure from your body in ways you couldn’t even imagine because it is fucking mine. Your cunt is mine.”

“Then show me what it’s like to be yours.”

Her words are barely out of her mouth before I’m on her, my lips moving over hers as I take her mouth like it’s mine. Like she’s mine. I back her toward the stairs and pull my lips from hers before stepping back.

“The problem with these young guys… is they lack patience. They aren’t willing to put in the work and wait for the reward.” My voice is low and hoarse with need, but I continue. “Go sit on the fifth stair.”

Surprise flits across her features, but she obliges, stepping back until the backs of her knees hit the stairs, and she sits.

The flowy, floral pink dress she’s wearing hangs to her thighs, and she denies me the view of her pretty little covered pussy when she crosses her Converse over the other, closing her legs.

“Spread your legs, Caroline,” I rasp.

Immediately, her legs slide open, torturously slowly, giving me what I want. Tonight, her panties are bright red satin, her hard little clit peeking against the fabric.

She bites her lip when my gaze meets hers. “Now what?”

“Pull the dress up.”

The pink fabric slides up, pooling around her hips, and she leans back slightly, awaiting my next instructions.

My cock gets harder by the second, not just because she’s so goddamn sexy but because she’s being obedient, and there’s nothing more attractive on this damn planet than this girl sitting on my steps with hunger in her eyes.

Like she’s eager to please me.

“Slide your panties to the side and touch your clit.”

Her gaze never leaves mine as she hooks her finger into the satin and pulls it aside, exposing the prettiest pink pussy I’ve ever seen, smooth and already glistening with her wetness. Apparently, me instructing her is making her just as desperate as it is me.

That’s my girl.

Using her lilac-painted middle finger, she brings it to her clit and begins rubbing slow, teasing circles. Her movement is unhurried, and her gaze stays on mine as she sucks her lip into her mouth, letting out the sexiest moan I’ve ever heard.

“Does it feel good, baby?”

She nods wordlessly, her body sagging against the stairs as she plays with her clit, her legs falling open even wider.

“Now, slide a finger inside of you.”

Her finger slides lower until she plunges it inside her slowly, gasping at the sensation.

“Look at that greedy little pussy taking your finger like a good girl. Fuck yourself with it. Just like you would if you were at home while I was on the road and you wanted it to be me.”

Her hand moves as she begins to withdraw her finger and fuck herself, her breathing labored, her chest heaving in pleasure.

Caroline Evans on my stairs, legs spread wide with her finger buried in her pussy, head thrown back in unrestrained pleasure, is the most beautiful sight I’ve ever fucking seen.

She’s not shy—she’s confident and unashamed as she bares herself and seeks out her pleasure for me to watch.

“That’s it, baby. Now, add another finger,” I tell her as I unbutton my jeans, slide the zipper down, and free my aching cock.

Her eyes drag down to where I’m palming my cock, stroking it while watching her finger her tight little cunt. I would watch her fuck herself all night if I wasn’t dying to touch her.

“Do you want me to fuck you, Caroline? Do you want my dick where you ache?” I ask when her soft moan echoes around the foyer, the only other sound aside from her heavy breathing and the sound of how wet she is every time she fucks herself.

Nodding, she lifts her other hand and yanks the fabric of her dress higher, exposing her tits, heavy and full in the same matching red as her panties. She pulls the cup down and tugs on the taut peak, using the metal barbell as an anchor as she plays with her nipples.

“Then make yourself come. If you want me to fuck you, then make yourself come right here.”

I expect her to protest, for her to beg me to fuck her, but she squeezes her eyes shut and increases the pace of her fingers.

“Eyes on me.”

Her eyes fly open, and then they flick lower to where I’m pumping my cock, spreading the cum that’s leaking from the tip, then bringing her eyes back up to my face. I can see it as it happens.

The way pleasure rocks through her body, and she comes, arching against the staircase, letting her head fall back as her pussy quivers and her legs tremble. My eyes roam her body, noting how her nipples are hard and tight. I can’t wait to spend the rest of the night sucking on them, giving each the attention they deserve.

After her orgasm subsides, she pulls her finger out of her pussy and slowly lowers her dress before rising from the stairs and making her way over to me.

“Give me your hand, Caroline,” I grunt. She lifts her still-glistening fingers, and I bring them to my mouth, tracing the wetness along my lips before sucking them into my mouth and swirling my tongue around them, sucking them clean. My favorite taste in the world.

Dropping to her knees, she looks up at me through thick, dark lashes as she reaches for my cock. A sharp hiss tumbles from my mouth when she closes her fist almost all of the way around me, thumbing the blunt head as cum leaks from the slit.

“College fuckboys wouldn’t know how to teach you to open your throat so it can be fucked,” I grit out, bringing my fist to her hair and weaving my fingers through the soft strands. “They wouldn’t know when to pull you off when you’ve had enough, when you’re covered in spit from gagging around a cock. How to properly fill your throat full of cum.”

Taking my thumb and dragging it along her bottom lip, I ask, “Do you want me to fuck your throat, Caroline?”

I wait for her response, and when she nods, I shake my head. “I want to hear you say it.”

“Please fuck my throat.”

“Good girl,” I praise her, taking my cock in my hand and tracing it along her lips. I slip the head past her waiting lips into her hot, wet heat and groan. She cups my balls in her hand, rolling them between her fingers, and I swear I’m already about to come down her throat.

The sensation of her sucking and playing with my balls is almost too much at once. I wasn’t expecting her to be so brazen, so bold.

But if there’s anything I’m learning about Caroline… she’s not afraid to be uninhibited.

Carefully, I guide her mouth down on my cock until I hit the back of her throat, and she gags lightly. I pull out while she sucks in a breath.

“Do you want to stop?”

“No. I want this. I want you,” she pants, reaching for me, guiding me back into her mouth, pressing even further this time. Her hands tug on my balls as she takes me as deep as she can, hollowing her mouth and sucking as she presses her nose against the base of my cock.

“Fuck, Caroline,” I pant. “Just like that, baby.”

If I died right now, I’d die the happiest man on the entire planet. There’s no doubt about it.

The small semblance of control I have slips, and I thrust into her throat, my hips flexing deeper each time. My girl takes it, every inch of me.

When I feel the base of my spine beginning to tingle, my balls drawing up, ready for release, I pull out of her mouth, yank her top down, exposing those tits that I can’t get enough of, and pump my cock, spilling all over her chest. Ropes of cum paint her chest, her chin, her lips as I come.

Her tongue darts out at the corner of her lips to taste it, and I groan through my release, my hand slowing as I finish.

Reaching between us, I take her fingers and run them along her chest, through the cum dripping off her, before leaning down. “Now, go upstairs and wait in my bed, and do not wash my cum off of you. I’m not done with you yet.”

Heat flares in her gaze, and she nods, sucking her lip into her mouth, tasting my cum as she rises off her knees and saunters up the stairs.

This girl is going to be the death of me.