29. Ember

29

EMBER

H udson carries me into the bedroom that now feels like a lion’s den.

The moment I shared my request with him, curiosity and concern etched over his face, but it was quickly replaced with a lust I’ve only ever felt from him.

The sexual tension has always run naturally high between the two of us. There’s no way either one of us can avoid it, but being away from each other for two weeks only poured gasoline on that already flaming inferno.

I feel it, he feels it, and I just gave this man free reign of all my sexual pleasures.

I can’t say I regret that one bit.

He stops at the end of the bed and I unwrap myself from around him. Standing in front of him as he towers over me, my eyes trail up his chest, to his clenched jaw, as I see his tongue dart out to wet his lower lip. He stares at me behind hooded eyes, and his dark gaze turns every ounce of my body to liquid.

“I’m going to tease you, all night long, which will only be a sliver of the pain and suffering you put me through the last two weeks. ”

Okay, I might have some regrets.

Leaning down, he kisses me. His soft lips and gentle touch contradict the wildness behind his eyes. He steps back, one, two, three strides, and I instantly feel the glacial distance.

I stand there, as if on display, while he observes from a distance. His dark shadow is ominous in the corner and so goddamn seductive, I can’t help but moan as pleasure begins to build in my core.

“Take off your clothes. Strip for me,” his voice gravelly, somehow so desperate, yet so controlled.

And somehow, I easily comply.

I tuck my thumbs into the waistband of my leggings and bend forward, stepping out of them and kicking them aside. I reach behind my back to loosen the knot in my shirt, and when it splays open, I cross my arms over each other, reaching for the hem, and pull it over my head in one swoop, tossing it to the ground.

I stand there, exposed in the silence. Only the sound of my own breath can be heard until I see his silhouette move with a subtle zipping sound. He moves back another step, sitting down on the chair that’s placed just a few feet from the bed. The moonlight shines through the small opening in the window, expertly casting light exactly where he is sitting.

He’s watching me. His jeans splayed open at the center, hands on the armrest of the chair, stoic. Like a king, surveying his land.

“Touch yourself, Ember. Show me where you like to be touched.”

Well, shit.

My pulse is racing, and I can feel my heartbeat in every corner of my body. Most prominently at the center of my core that causes my knees to buckle in where I’m standing.

I’ve never touched myself in front of anyone, ever. I get embarrassed touching myself when I’m alone .

I look down at my body, questioning everything we’ve talked about.

Questioning myself.

I can’t do this. I can’t even touch myself and feel comfortable. How am I supposed to talk to strangers or feel confident standing in?—

“Ember, look at me.” My eyes snap up to his, kicking myself out of the internal beating.

“Touch yourself with me.” He pulls down the front of his boxers, exposing his hard cock. Wrapping his fingers around the tip, he strokes down the length as his hips pump up softly into his hand.

My jaw slacks into a small “o” as a gasp leaves my lips. My hips instantly match his movement, desperate for the same.

Jesus, how is that so sexy?

He pumps his hand over his length, slowly, twisting slightly as he reaches the tip.

My hand reaches up to my collarbone, my fingers digging into my own flesh, before it trails down to my hardened nipple. I moan as my fingertips graze the peak. They are so sensitive, shocks of ecstasy shotgun to my core.

I’m aching and wet, and not only do I want to please myself, but I want to please Hudson.

My eyes don’t leave his, like I’m drawing strength from them.

I suck in a steady breath and sit back on the bed, then slowly spread my legs open.

A low animalistic growl comes from the voyeur in the corner, fueling my confidence.

I press my middle finger into my mouth, sucking it all the way down to the base of the knuckle, then trail my hand down my body until my fingertip slips between my slit, finding my hardened clit .

I whimper at the touch, biting my lip to keep my sounds reserved.

“Fuck.” His moans vibrate through the air as if I can feel them on my body.

I don’t know what I prefer, him watching me or me watching him.

He came home wearing his hat, which he removed after he set me down, so his hair is completely disheveled, matching the desperate rhythm in which he’s stroking himself. His day-old shave is shadowed perfectly by the moonlight, highlighting his dark features.

I feel like his prey, and I’m desperate for it.

My finger brushes my clit at an agonizing pace. I toss my head back, unable to control the breathy moans. I keep going, stealing moments between staring at him and inspecting myself.

This is all so intimate and so… stimulating. I’ve never felt so nervous and excited at the same time.

“Oh, god…” My eyes are squeezed shut as the sensation of my building orgasm intensifies.

“Oh, no you don’t.” A loud thud causes my eyes to pop open in time to see Hudson rushing to me, hitting my hand away before I can come.

“What are you doing?” I say between heavy breaths.

“Sit on your hands,” he says as his palms rest on the insides of my thighs, keeping my legs open.

“I don’t want to.” And the bastard just smiles.

“Sit on your hands, Ember.”

I roll my eyes and listen, annoyed because I was so close.

“I told you, I’m not going to make this easy for you.” He leans into me, placing a gentle kiss to my chin. His body lowers as his lips trail down my sternum. His tongue circles around my nipple expertly, avoiding the puckered tip as I gasp, shifting my chest, desperate for him to touch me there .

He continues down, his face parallel with my pussy, which provides me a bit of unease until he whispers, “ Beautiful, ” before blowing his warm breath over my center. The heat of his breath feels ice cold against my fevered pussy, and I jump at the sensation.

“Oh, fuck,” I can’t help but whine.

The pad of his finger grazes my clit; it’s featherlight and excruciating. He stops, reaches up to softly pinch my nipple, and continues to alternate between these, teasing me, for minutes, hours, days.

“Please, Hudson,” I beg. “Please.”

He rises up from his kneeled position, meeting me face to face. “Now you know how desperate I’ve been for you.” He presses his lips to mine, pulling my legs forward so our hips are flush together.

My wet pussy rubs against the underside of his cock that juts up to his abs, and I can’t help but roll my hips against it.

“Fuck, that feels good,” he groans, grabbing each side of my hips as I continue to rub over his cock. He’s so thick and hard, and my body has a mind of its own, trying to take what it wants.

“I saw your birth control. Are you still taking it?” His voice is as desperate as my body.

I pull my bottom lip between my teeth and nod.

“Good. I want to feel all of you.”

He leans back, placing his cock at my entrance. Pre-cum beads at the top, mixing with my arousal as he plunges into me, simultaneously pushing all the air out of my lungs. I gasp at the invasion. He feels so big, so perfect.

We moan in unison as he pistons in and out of me. My orgasm begins to build again. With each thrust, his cock gets harder, thicker, and it completely conquers me. “Hudson, it feels so good. It’s never felt like this before,” I whisper-whine, not understanding the sensations my body goes through when he’s taking me like this, with nothing between us. It’s foreign .

“This is exactly how you belong, little red. Raw, wet, and desperate for me, with my cum dripping down your leg and my name on your tongue.”

Jesus, he’s so dirty, and it turns me on even more.

My body and mind battle each other for sanity and control.

It’s all encompassing and everything begins to mesh together.

“Hudson…” I gasp, squeezing my eyes shut as my fingers bite into his shoulders, and I erupt around him.

“That’s my good girl. Come on my cock,” he continues at a flawless rhythm. His breathing is rough and labored, and his cock grows impossibly hard.

I want to make him lose control, like I do when I’m with him. Make him desperate and begging for it.

I cup my hands over his jaw and gaze into his eyes. They’re dark and wild, and just as desperate as I am.

“I want to feel you come inside me.” I brave the words, because that’s exactly what I want. His eyes flicker quickly as his lips part.

“Oh, fuck, Ember.” His cock twitches then throbs inside of me, another foreign sensation that makes me feel… everything.

He leans forward, his arms on either side of my open legs, using any strength he has to hold himself up as his forehead meets my shoulder.

“I was holding out fine until you fucking said that. Why did you say that?” I giggle at the discovery that he likes my dirty talk as much as I like his.

I just shrug, the shyness overpowering me.

He lifts his head, his gaze searing through me with a fierceness I’ve only ever felt from him.

“We’re going to discover all your kinks, my dirty girl, and I’m going to explore every inch of this gorgeous body while we do.”

And I have a feeling he’s going to completely ruin me in the process.