18. Hudson

Chapter Eighteen

HUDSON

“Yes,” Stella rasped.

My breath was shallow. The storm inside felt like lightning striking dry grass, lighting little fires that burned hot and fast through me.

Once again, I meant to take control. And yet, Stella ripped it right out of my hands as if tearing up slips of paper and dropping them into the fire burning between us. She stepped back, hooking her hand on the hem of her sweater and lifting it up over her head in a swoop. Before I could fully absorb the sight of her wearing a black lace bra with her pink nipples visible through the lace, her hands hooked on the waistband of her leggings, and she shimmied out of them swiftly. My eyes were drawn to the triangle of black silk at the apex of her thighs before trailing down. She was flushed pink all over. Her fluffy socks were a playful contrast.

I cleared my throat, dragging my gaze upward, just as she gestured toward me. “You’re wearing too many clothes,” she pointed out with a saucy lift of her chin. Her lips curled in a teasing smile, although there was a hint of hesitance flickering in her gaze.

I moved with alacrity, reaching behind my head to hook my hand on the back of my T-shirt to tug it off and toss it behind me.

Stella’s eyes darkened as she held my gaze before stepping closer. Once again, just when I thought I was going to gain the upper hand, she dragged her hand boldly over the swell of my cock through the denim of my jeans. Her fingers nimbly undid the buttons before her hand dipped inside and curled around my length.

My breath hissed through my teeth. “Stella,” I bit out.

“No need to say please,” she said. She pushed me back and my hips bumped into the counter behind me. “Do you mind?” Her eyes lifted to mine as her hands curled around the waistband of my jeans.

All I could manage was a sharp shake of my head. She pushed my jeans down around my hips, just enough to free my cock. Her eyes held mine as she shimmied down. Her tongue darted out to slide across the tip of my cock where cum was already leaking out.

My breath came out with a ragged groan when her lips closed around my crown, sucking lightly before her palm gripped at the base and she drew me fully inside her mouth.

Whatever I expected tonight, it wasn’t for Stella to nearly slay me with her naughty mouth. I clung to the counter behind me with one hand and had my fingers buried in her curls just to keep from collapsing on the floor as she teased me with her tongue. The subtle suction of her teasing mouth had me seeing stars. I could feel my release threatening, sizzling like lightning inside.

“Stella!” I choked out.

She drew back, releasing me with a little pop. When she looked up at me with her big brown eyes, her cheeks flushed, and her lips, plump and glistening from sucking on my cock, I nearly came right then and there. I was supposed to be the one in control here. I wasn’t. At all. She could’ve ordered me to do anything in this moment.

Scrambling inside, I grabbed onto the frayed reins of my control. “I want—” I had to pause to suck in a breath of air, needing oxygen to clear the haze of need in my thoughts.

“Just because I’m a virgin in one way, doesn’t mean in every way.” Her voice was throaty and sultry. With her palm still curled around the base of my cock, she slid it up and down slowly. “I want to do this. Is that okay?”

“Fuck, yes,” I bit out.

Her tongue swiped across her bottom lip before she teased around my crown again and sucked me into her warm mouth. That was all it took. The threads of my control snapped and my release spurted out, just as she drew back once more.

When Stella stood up, my need for her was still burgeoning, like a storm rolling in across the ocean, but the unexpected climax helped me regain some control inside.

She stepped away and rinsed her hands in the sink, rather practical in the middle of the moment. When she turned back and her eyes snagged with mine, I saw the uncertainty flickering there. I tugged my jeans up, just enough to walk without looking like a fool. I took a few steps to stop in front of her.

“Your bedroom or mine?” I asked.

Her skin was already flushed, but at my question, the pink deepened. Her lips parted slightly as she took a breath.

“I like my bed,” she answered.

“Lead the way.”

She reached for my hand and led me up her stairs in her fluffy socks. Following her, I was treated to the stunning sight of her lush bottom, barely covered in black silk, as she walked up the stairs, her hips swinging with every step.

Thank fuck I’d already had my release. By the time we got to the top of those stairs, I was hard as a tire iron again and nearly desperate for her.

I needed to keep my wits. I couldn’t just throw her on the bed and fuck her roughly. I would have to save that for another day. The second that passed through my mind, for a flicker, my cynical voice, the one that was so sure I would never want anything other than casual with anyone, tried to shout out that thinking like that was crazy. But I swatted it away like the annoyance it was.