2. Hudson

2

HUDSON

When I said I was making every second count, I meant it, and I’m going to savor every moment I get with her. However short that may be.

Darkness surrounds us completely; the only light illuminating her is the small sliver that peeks from under the opening at the bottom of the door. She somehow is able to get the belt of my slacks undone, and she slips her tiny hand into the waistband of my briefs, circling my cock as much as she can. Her fingers don’t meet, and when she realizes that, she moans against my lips, then tears her mouth away completely, her legs sliding down my hips, almost bringing my pants with her as her heels hit the concrete floor beneath us.

Tonight is full of surprises, including how I went from wanting nothing more than to be home and alone, to having this curvy, fun-sized goddess drop to her knees in front of me, enthusiastically grabbing my cock and guiding it to her mouth.

The second her lips envelop my cock, sucking me into her wet, waiting mouth, my hands fly to her hair, and a deep rumble of a groan tumbles from my chest.

“Holy fuck,” I pant. In the dim light, I watch as she greedily sucks me deeper, struggling with my size but not letting it deter her in the least. She sucks my cock like she was made to do it. Like it’s a fucking sport, and she’s after the trophy. I fist her hair, guiding her deeper until the head of my cock bumps against the back of her throat, causing her to gag slightly around my length. “Fuck yeah, just like that.”

Part of me wants to slow the fuck down and take my time with her, spend the entire night exploring every inch of her sexy body, and the other part of me wants to fuck her throat hard and fast, completely unhinged and out of control, like I feel right in this moment.

I’m even more surprised when she pulls off my cock and drags her tongue along my length until she’s swiping at the beads of precum seeping from the slit. She uses her hands in tandem, swiveling them around me as she sucks greedily.

Like she might suck the soul right the fuck out of me.

I fist my hands tighter in her hair at the nape of her neck, forcing her to look up at me. Her wide eyes are filled with tears as she bobs her head back down, deep-throating me even further, her lips a perfect O around my length.

I could come just like this, flexing my hips further, fucking her throat gently, with her perched on her knees, opening her throat just for me.

“Is this what you wanted?” I grind out, tightening my fingers in her hair. “To suck a stranger’s cock? To let him dirty you all up before sending you on your way?”

The crass words leave my mouth on a grunt as I surge deeper into her mouth, relishing in the sound of her moan that vibrates around my cock. The dirtiness of my words only seems to encourage her, and I can feel my spine tingling, my balls tightening.

I won’t last much longer, not with her perfect mouth wrapped around me.

I withdraw from her mouth, using my hand fisted in her hair to pull her off, guiding her off her knees until she’s standing at full height. Her glossy lips are now red and swollen from sliding along my cock, and the sight has my cock further thickening.

“Fuck, Juliet, you tryin’ to kill me? We just met,” I rasp, pulling her against me as I slide my hands under the fabric of her dress along the soft, pliant skin of her hips. So fucking sweet, and now I want to know if her pussy tastes as good as her lips do.

I drop to my knees in front of her and slide my hands up the smooth skin of her thighs, inching the dress higher and higher. Torturously slow, I bunch the fabric at her waist, revealing the little square of satin that scarcely covers her pussy. There’s a wet spot right in the center, her little clit pushing against the fabric, begging to be sucked.

My fingers slip under the tiny straps on her hips, brushing along the soft curve of her skin as I slowly, so goddamn slowly, drag my nose along that little wet spot, inhaling deeply. She smells so fucking good and I don’t need to run my tongue along the satin to know that she’ll taste even sweeter.

I want her pussy on my tongue. Right the fuck now.

I want every drop until she’s panting and writhing in my arms as she begs me to fuck her. And she will beg for my cock. I won’t stop until she does.

Eyes pinned to the apex of her thighs, I drag the satin down her legs, letting the panties pool at her feet before I pick them up and then shove them into my pocket, silencing her protest with one long swipe to her pretty pink cunt.

Fuck, I was right. She tastes so good that I want to stay here for hours, eating her pussy until she’s trembling and dripping.

“O-h god,” she whispers, her hands flying to my shoulders, fingers digging into my skin through the jacket. “Do that again, please.”

That’s it, baby, fucking beg for it.

Tell me exactly what you want.

I bring her leg to my shoulder, hooking it around my neck, and then wrap my arms around her thighs to lift her off the floor, standing straight with both of her legs wrapped around my shoulders like a pair of fucking earmuffs.

“W-what?” she stutters. “Put me down. I’m too heavy.”

Dragging my gaze from her perfect pussy up to her eyes, I shake my head, tightening my grip on her thighs, lifting her even higher just for good measure.

“Juliet, don’t insult me. I could bench-press you above my head for a fucking hour. Now, please let me devour your pussy before I fucking die of starvation. The only thing I want to hear from those pretty lips is my name when you come on my face.”

And that’s exactly what I do with her hoisted against the wall. I eat her swollen, wet pussy like a man who’s been starved, my hips flexing as I grind my cock against a fucking wall. Because until now, I didn’t realize just how long I’d gone without the decadence of a meal. That’s how she should be treated—like a delicacy. Because that’s what she is.

I take my time acquainting myself with her pussy, tasting her. Every time I circle her clit with my tongue, she bucks against my mouth.

“So damn responsive,” I mutter, then graze the sensitive bundle with my teeth. She whimpers and tightens her grip on me. I continue my assault of her clit, switching between flicking her with my tongue and sucking the tight bud into my mouth, dragging my teeth along her.

Her hips move in tandem with my mouth, bucking against me as her orgasm builds.

“That’s it, ride my face, fuck my tongue,” I say as I lift her higher, circling her entrance and tonguing her tight hole. I free one hand so I can fuck her with my fingers. When I slide two into her pussy, she clamps down around them, tossing her head back against the wall as she pulls my hair.

“I’m close… I—”

I fuck her harder, my fingers slamming in and out of her drenched pussy. The sound of her wetness, combined with her labored breathing and her throaty moans, has me ready to slam into her and make her come with my cock, but I have to make sure she’s ready for me.

“Come for me, Juliet.”

Sucking her clit into my mouth, I brush against her G-spot with my fingers. Her entire body shudders with pleasure as an orgasm rocks through her. She clenches around my fingers like a vise, so goddamn tight, her legs trembling on my shoulders as her back arches, and she cries out. A rush of wetness hits my tongue as her pussy spasms, and I greedily lick it up. Every fucking drop.

I’m thirty-three years old and can say without a fucking doubt that this girl squirting on my face in a stuffy, musty broom closet is the best thing that has fucking happened to me in a long time. Hell, maybe ever.

She sags against me, her entire body pliant and sated as her orgasm subsides. I slowly, carefully slide her down my body until her legs wrap around my waist, and we’re face-to-face, her hovering slightly above me.

Her fingers dance along my lips, which are still slick with her cum. I suck her thumb into my mouth, swirling my tongue along the pad, gently nipping until she yelps with a heavy-lidded stare.

“That was…”

“Fucking incredible. Amazing. Highlight of my goddamn week,” I tell her.

“Good thing it’s not over yet, then, huh?” Her eyes shine with amusement but quickly darken as I reach out and brush my thumb along the hardened peak of her nipple that is straining against the thin fabric of her dress.

And while I could touch her all damn day, what stops me in my tracks is the dainty metal barbell piercing that my finger connects with.

Goddamnit.

No bra and now, no panties because they’re mine, and she can’t have them back.

“Good thing,” I murmur in agreement, then yank her closer to me, sealing my lips over hers. I can still taste myself on her tongue, and if anything, it makes the kiss wilder. Feral. More unhinged, a rushed tangle of hands and teeth. “I need to be inside you, right the fuck now.”

She nods against my lips, fisting her hands into the rumpled fabric of my button-down and yanking. A button goes flying, causing us to both laugh. Damn, I love the sound of her laugh.

So fucking adorable. Everything about her is sweet. I almost feel guilty for defiling her so filthily in a broom closet, except I know she wants it as badly as I do. The evidence is still on my tongue.

I reach between us, palming my aching cock before guiding it to her pussy and dragging it through her slick, soaked center. She coats my cock, and fuck, it feels like heaven, and I’m not even inside of her yet.

Her arm hooks around my neck as she lifts herself and slides down onto my cock, impaling herself in one swift motion that has us both groaning.

It echoes around us, mingling with the sound of her wetness as I withdraw and slam her back down onto me. I press her against the wall and tug the front of her dress down, revealing her full, perky tits.

The piercings.

Completely unexpected, they take me by surprise, a groan rumbling from my chest as I drop my forehead to the center of her chest. “These are so goddamn sexy,” I tell her before sealing my lips around her nipple, sucking the taut peak into my mouth as I begin to move my hips. My teeth scrape the metal, earning a soft, breathy moan from her and a tight clench around my cock when I tug on it.

“God, fuck, oh god,” she pants when I start fucking her into the wall, harder with each slap of my hips against her soft, creamy thighs. I want to lose myself in her for the rest of the night. Maybe longer. I suck and bite the smooth skin of her supple tits, leaving my marks behind, finding a steady rhythm as I fuck her. They bounce with each thrust of my hips.

“Fucking perfect,” I grunt when she clenches around my cock. My balls draw up, ready to release, ready to paint the inside of her tight cunt with my cum. Goddamnit, not yet.

I don’t want this to be over. Not yet. Not when there are so many ways I want to fuck her, so many different positions I want to see her curvy body in.

Pulling out of her completely, I lower her feet to the ground, then flip her around so her hands are pressed against the wall. My hands fit in the soft curve of her hips, and I pull her hips back until her ass is flush with my cock.

This ass would bring even the best men to their knees, and right now, if I wasn’t so desperate to be back inside of her, I’d drop to mine in front of her and devour her pussy for the second time tonight.

Gripping her ass, I spread her open, line up my cock, and sink back inside of her in one swift thrust, causing us both to groan at the sensation. She’s so goddamn tight and squeezing me like a vise.

There’s no way I’m going to last pounding into her from behind. My hand slides up her back to the nape of her neck, where I grasp the silky strands in my fist as I fuck her.

My thrusts turn shallow, with each slap of my hips harder than the last, like I’m practically trying to fuck her into the wall. Before I can even reach around to rub her clit, she’s clamping down on me and pulling my release from my cock as she comes.

“Fuck yeah,” I grunt, bringing my lips to her neck as I empty inside her. Her entire body trembles as she comes, gripping onto my neck until the orgasm quakes through her. She sags against the wall as it subsides, and I drop my forehead to her back, trying to catch my fucking breath.

After a second, I pull out of her slowly, pulling her dress back down to cover her ass.

I’m hoping I can convince her to come home with me so I can spend the rest of the night inside of her when she turns to face me, a knowing grin on her lips.

She says nothing as she smooths her hair down and uses her fingers to wipe at the corners of her lips.

I forget the question entirely when she leans forward, pressing her lips to mine, and pats my chest. “Thanks, Romeo. Have a nice night.”

Then, without a second glance, she opens the closet door and disappears out of sight.

What… the… hell… just happened?

* * *

The moment Chaneysees me walking back to the table, his face transforms into confusion as his lips turn up in a sly grin, “Thought you were headed out? Where you been? And what the hell is wrong with your hair?”

Immediately, I reach up and smooth my hair, not realizing that it’s fucked, but after what I just experienced… well, the number of times she grabbed on for dear life…

For a moment, I think about not telling him what just happened. She wanted to remain anonymous, but then again… I don’t even know the girl’s real name. All I know is that I just had the best sex of my life with a complete stranger, and the only thing I know about her is how tight her pussy is and that she’s not a hockey fan.

“Yeah, well…” I lean closer, lowering my voice. “I just had the best sex of my goddamn life in a broom closet with a girl I don’t even know, and she left me there before I could even put my dick back in my pants.”

His eyes widen, comically so, before he bursts out laughing, loud and raucous, causing several eyes to turn his way. I slap him on the back of the head, promptly quieting his dramatic ass.

“Shut up, you idiot.”

“Fuck, don’t hit me! I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” He raises his hands in defense, stepping back slightly before I can hit him again, “That shit is hilarious. Man, have the tables turned, huh? Tell me, Romeo, when’s the last time someone hit and quit you?”

My eyes narrow as the scowl on my lips deepens. In my post-sex haze, I hadn’t even realized what was happening. “You know what? I don’t even know why I just told you. Can you please for the love of god keep quiet? Not say shit to anyone else?”

“Your secret’s safe with me, Romeo.”

The smug-ass grin on his lips tells me that it won’t be long until the entire damn team knows.