33. Hudson

33

HUDSON

“ W hat the hell is this?” Ember asks with more excitement than I’ve ever seen. I barely placed the box on the bed before she opened the top and pulled out an all black, rubber toy with about a half foot of ropey looking balls over its length and a really stretchy circular section at the top.

My eyes bulge out of my head at the realization that it’s a scorpion tail cock ring.

She’s whipping it around, placing the length of it through the cock ring and pulling it together like it’s some kind of rubber rope tie.

She’s so focused she doesn’t realize she’s eyeing the damn thing like a Rubix cube, and her tongue is slightly peering out over her bottom lip; she bites on it as deep as she’s concentrating.

I chuckle to myself, palming my face.

I realize instantly the rubber texture is deceiving when it hits the back side of my hand and whips the other side of my face, before it hits the floor with a thud .

“Please tell me that slipped and you didn’t throw a sex toy at my face.” I look at her completely dumbfounded.

“Don’t laugh at me.” There’s a shy smile behind her accusation.

I hold my hands out. “No, God, no. I’m laughing because you probably think that toy is for you.” I point at it, still taking its place on the floor, where it probably belongs. Well, there or in the furthest depths of hell, I haven’t decided yet.

She eyes it with a furrow in her brow as she tries to consider what else it could be for.

I bend down and grab it by the tail, my attempt to alpha this device into submission, which is not possible considering what it could do to me.

“This,” I pull on the circle section and stretch it wide, “is a cock ring. It goes around the man’s cock and over the balls to restrict blood flow.”

“Oh my god, wouldn’t that hurt? Why would you do that?”

I chuckle. “I wouldn’t do that. You would do that… to me.” She pulls her bottom lip into between her teeth.

“And this…” holding the cock ring in place, I pull the tail back and under, “would go… well, up the butt. My butt.” I hit the button at the base of the tail and the damn thing starts vibrating. Of course it vibrates.

She releases that damn gorgeous lip she was biting and it forms a small “O”.

“Have you ever, um…”

“No, to either,” I reply quickly to avoid her having to ask. “You use a cock ring to make yourself harder, bigger.”

“Well… you don’t need that.”

Now it’s my turn to blush, then all the blood flow goes straight to my cock.

“I don’t need it, but do you want it?” I ask, taking a step toward her.

She steps back .

I take another step.

The flush in her cheeks tells me yes. But I know she’ll never ask for it.

“I mean, for research purposes. We might have to, you know, see if it works,” I add.

I have a hard time hiding my smile. I haven’t ever wanted to use a cock ring, and I have never had anything up my ass. I can’t say I’ve ever gone out of my way to try it or fantasized about it, but I’m not against it, either. Not for her.

“I mean, you’re right. We definitely need to find the best products for the club. I could make you an honorary member for your service.” The playfulness behind her eyes is fucking addicting, especially with lust swimming in them.

Okay, she likes to joke when nervous. Noted.

I reach behind my neck, pulling my shirt off, and I push down the waistband of my joggers, leaving me only in my boxers.

I couldn’t be happier that I showered at the stadium after the game and I don’t need to ruin the moment by stopping where we’re going. I can tell she’s nervous, but I want her to take the role she wants, which I know holds more dominance than she has the confidence for right now.

She wore a loose flowy baby pink dress today and she looks fucking gorgeous, but I need to see her. Maybe that’s my own need for comfort speaking.

I reach behind her and pull the zipper all the way down to her low back. It falls and pools at her feet, leaving her in just a black bra and black lace panties and those goddamn high heels. With her high, tight ponytail, it instantly gives her a dominating look without even trying.

How she goes from innocent to filthy in a matter of seconds, I have no idea.

“Lie back,” she whispers, biting her lip.

There’s my girl .

My cock swells instantly.

I sit down on the bed, pressing into it, and pull myself back to lie flat on the bed. My cock is surprisingly—and not surprisingly—hard. Very hard.

I don’t know if it’s because I know what’s going to take place and I’m more excited than I realize or because it’s just what Ember does to me.

She grabs lube from inside the box, ripping the plastic seal at the top before popping it open.

“You want the cock ring to stay in place, so don’t use too much lube on the ring, just enough to get it on and off.” She nods, that bottom lips still tucked in her teeth.

“But lube the hell out of the bottom part.” She giggles and lifts her eyes to mine. Fuck, the desire licking through them is burning through me.

“I may have watched a video or two on this. Well, not with this thing.” She waves the scorpion tail around in a circle. “The woman I watched used a dildo. I got through most of it before I had to make myself come.” Another shy smirk crosses her gorgeous face, and I’m realizing I like this more powerful and assertive Ember.

The thought of her masturbating to this. Let’s just say I don’t need the cock ring to help retain the blood flow to that area.

She grabs a small towel before placing her knees on the end of the bed, crawling next to me. The anxiety builds as she gets closer, but she places the toy down on the towel, then uses her fingernails to trace the tattoos over my arm and chest.

“Did you know, I love these?” she states, eyeing the ink over my body.

I didn’t know that, but now I will cover every fucking inch of myself in them if she loves them so much.

Her fingers trail down my upper leg and back up, over my hips and pelvic bone, just under my belly button, making rounds over and over again.

She’s a goddamn tease, and it feels incredible.

She places herself between my legs and leans down, licking the pre-cum off the tip of my cock.

“Mmmm, I love that, too.” She is going to be the death of me.

Opening her mouth, she takes my cock over her tongue and sucks, taking me to the back of her throat, bobbing up and down.

“You look perfect on your knees with my cock in your mouth.” My words encourage her, and she takes me even deeper, forcing another groan out of me. The heat of her mouth engulfs me completely.

How she can make me feel so weak so quickly is something I’ll never understand.

She continues to move up and down on my cock, taking as much of my length as she can, and keeps going for what feels like a goddamn hour. My moans are closer together, heavier. My breath is labored, and I won’t tell her to stop, but I don’t know how much longer I can hold out.

I don’t need to say anything because she can easily read me, so she stops, just holding the tip of my cock in her mouth, and I whine at the edging. Needing more, but not wanting it to stop at the same time.

“Jesus,” I grunt, gripping the bed sheets because I was so close. “You’re a goddamn tease.” I stare up at the ceiling, squeezing my eyes closed.

I feel a rush of cold air hit my engorged crown as she releases it from her mouth, then just as urgently, the tightness and pressure fill my cock as she places the ring over it, landing at the base, then pulls the rest over my balls.

“Oh… fuck.” The pressure is insane. Not painful, but not pl easurable, just there. I can feel how hard my cock is, and Christ, it’s throbbing.

She wraps her lips back around the tip, licking at the thinned, hardened crown, and I look down to see her watching me, her eyes full of hunger and unrelenting desire.

I tense at the sensation of her finger rubbing over my back hole. It’s wet and soft, and I can’t decipher everything I’m feeling, due to the sensory overload. Her finger pierces through the tight ring, and she reminds me to breathe, so I inhale deeply, forcing myself to relax.

As I requested, she lubed everything really well, so her finger slips in with just a little pressure, and it feels… good. Way too good, actually. I moan through the intrusion, louder than I’d like to admit.

She sits back, watching as her finger thrusts in and out of me. Her nipples look like diamonds piercing through her bra and her jade eyes dark with curiosity, and so goddamn beautiful.

Pre-cum leaks out of my incredibly hard cock. It drips down the side, and she leans down to lap it up, like she needs it to survive.

“Ember, please let me do something to you.” She just shakes her head, back and forth, mesmerized by the movement of her fingers and the hardness of my cock.

She hits a sensitive spot with the pad of her finger and more pre-cum leaks out, uncontrollably, like nothing I’ve ever experienced.

“Fuck. Fuck.” I throw my head back against the mattress, pushing the back of my head into it as my hands grip the side of the sheets.

I can’t stand this; I need to do something. I’m fucking desperate. I reach for her, and her body, like a magnet to my hand, slides back, so I reach for my cock. My fucking red, hard, throbbing cock, but she slaps my hand away .

“I will tie your hands up if you don’t leave them at your sides.” Her tone is as even as her finger thrusting.

Who the hell is this girl and what has she done with Ember?

I grip the sheets more; the harder I grip the more pre-cum leaks out. Or maybe it’s the opposite.

“Jesus, Ember,” I beg. Begging for her to understand the torture I’m feeling. It’s the most pleasurable fucking torture I’ve ever experienced in my entire life.

She removes her finger and I suddenly feel empty. The pleasure still pulses through me, just not as intensely, and I want nothing more than to have it back.

“Ember, I need you.” I need you more than you’ll ever know. Here for this and in my life. I need all of her.

I lift my head to look at her, and she’s focused back on my center, tilting her head as I feel pressure again and a bigger sensation pushing into me.

“Oh, fuck. Yes.” Christ, did I just say yes?

The pressure goes deeper this time. It feels fuller… better.

She leans down, wrapping her lips around my cock again, before forcing her face down to the base. Taking me so goddamn deep.

I realize it was a distraction when a buzzing sound turns on and the toy begins to vibrate.

Moans tremble from my core uncontrollably, just like my leaking cock.

Ember pops her lips off my cock, inspecting me like artwork she’s making.

She continues to run her fingers over my body. The back of her fingers brush over my abs and graze my cock, then down over my balls, between my legs, and back up. Wrapping her hand around my hardened cock, giving it a stroke and then releasing me, just to repeat these teasing movements, over and over again.

“God, your cock is so hard and you have so much pre-cum. This is so sexy, Hudson.” She pinches her nipple over the fabric of her bra, and I can see her rolling her hips between my legs.

More pre-cum leaks out of the tip at just the sight of her pleasing herself like that, and a bolt of pleasure spikes through me.

She forces herself to stop and places her hands over my legs, just caressing me with her fingers as she eyes my center. She’s watching me, allowing me intense pleasure, but not letting me get to the point of climax.

“Ember, I need to come. Please do something.” I beg with both my words and my eyes, as I stare at her bewildered, lustful face inspecting my cock, like she’s studying me.

Her desperate eyes peer up at mine, and she must see the torment in them. “Fuck,” she whispers to herself before she wraps her hand around my cock. She gives me one gentle tug from base to tip, then releases again.

“P… Please, don’t stop,” I stutter, throwing my head back and squeezing my eyes shut. I don’t know how much longer I can hold out. I take in a long, drawn out breath and open my eyes to tell her that.

She’s closing the lid to the lube bottle, placing it down on the towel, then grabs a small black device, pressing a button on the center.

The tail fucking obliterates me. The vibration changes, and it’s so deep and so fucking good.

An animalistic groan expresses from my body, and I have no idea where it comes from. My vision starts to blur and I’m seeing fireworks behind my eyes. The sensation is so overwhelming my brain battles between wanting the tortuous feeling to stop and keep going.

Ember’s hand wraps around my needy cock. The heat of it engulfs the coolness of the lube in her hand as she strokes me from base to tip, the tempo matching the jolting of the vibration, and cum sprays out of the tip with each tug. My eyes widen at the sight because my climax hasn’t quite peaked, but I’m shooting cum.

It’s as if my thoughts reflect my body’s actions. My orgasm hits me full force, like a goddamn freight train with no brakes.

I have no control.

“Ember, I’m… I’m coming.” My abs tighten and toes curl, and my entire body convulses, as my release sprays fucking everywhere.

At my peak, the climax was so goddamn powerful, and the sensation trailed on for longer than I expected. She just gave me the hardest and longest orgasm I’ve ever felt in my life. Was it the undivided attention, the butt play, or just Ember? I’m confused and overwhelmed by the realization that I loved that more than just the act of sex itself.

I’m thankful Ember turned off the vibration so I don’t have to beg her to stop it. I’ve literally just spent the entire time lying here, begging her for more and to stop, going back and forth every other second. Jesus, I sounded confused and so desperate.

My head falls deeper into the mattress as I turn my cheek to face her. Her face is completely flushed. Nipples completely erect behind that lace bra, her fingers biting into her thighs like she is trying to prevent from touching herself, and she’s nibbling on that gorgeous lip of hers.

The shyness Ember leans toward is coming back, and it’s one of the things I find the most attractive about her. She has this perfect balance of a bashful reserve and a bold confidence in moments of desire.

My cock twitches.

It should be dead.

I reach down, gently removing the tail and ring with a slight grimace, and sit up, taking the towel and toy with me. I wipe myself off with the towel before tossing both into the sink in our bathroom and stalk back to her, still kneeling on the bed .

Her face is looking away, at a space in the corner of the room. Her eyes are far away, dazed in her own thoughts. I lean into the bed, putting one hand and one knee down in front of her as I place my fingers on her chin to turn her face toward mine.

She’s still looking down, hiding the shame of whatever she’s thinking. I’ve realized she does this, like no one has ever given her permission to be in charge or be okay with something she likes. She’s trained to retreat within herself and quiet her voice when she likes something she thinks she shouldn’t.

That’s going to fucking stop.

“You’ve never looked sexier.” I kiss her neck. “Then you did just now.” I kiss her jaw. “You made me come,” I kiss her ear, “harder than I ever have in my entire life.”

Her eyes flicker my way, and I lean in to kiss the corner of her lips. “I hope you liked it because we definitely have to do that again.”

Her hands wrap around my face, turning it to press her lips to mine. Like I just gave her permission to kiss me with unruly passion.

She leans back on the bed, taking me with her, and thank god, because I’m not even close to done with her yet.