Page 2 of Roughing It

With a laughing huff, he nips my lip and gives my inner thigh a sharp spank. The little sparks of pain send a surge of lust coursing through my body.

“Hudson… I need you.”

“And I told you to be patient. If you’re a bad girl, I’ll keep you right on the edge, aching to come, dripping and desperate until the sun comes up.”

Do I want that? Yes. No. Maybe?

His lips trail down my body, leaving no room to focus on anything but his mouth and its journey. He breathes against my stomach and kisses his way lower, lower. Cruelly skipping over where I want him and nibbling the back of my knee instead. His fingers inch up my legs, their path languorous. I wriggle—a fruitless attempt to get him where I need him—but all he grants me for my effort is the barest brushing over my pussy.

Can he hear the throbbing radiating from within me?

“I plan on savoring you.” He looks up from between my thighs. “Especially if this is our last night together.”

His words stab my heart. I want the pain gone; I want him. Only him.

“Please, Bear.” The voice whispering in the dark belongs to a woman on edge, and I startle, realizing it’s my own.

The power he has over me should be disturbing. We’re still strangers in so many ways. Losing myself so easily to anyone should have me clamping my legs shut and running for the hills, but for him, I burn from the inside out. A wanton fire consumes me, one water can’t tame. No, the only way to extinguish it is more fuel. Ihave to be consumed and turn to ash in his arms.

Blessedly, he slips a finger inside me, and I squeeze my thighs together to keep him there.

“Open your legs, Spitfire. I promise I’ll give you what you want. Let me take care of you.”

His sexy voice curls around my ears and down my spine. I relax my hips and let my legs splay out to the sides, and he rewards me by adding a second finger. I purr, happy to have something, anything, in me, stoking the fire. When his tongue sweeps against me in a wide, flat stroke, time loses all meaning; sensation is all that remains—his fingers, tongue, and teeth. The fire rages.

He lifts his head, forest green eyes glittering, beard and mouth damp. “I’d bathe in this pussy forever if you let me. You gonna make a mess, baby? Give me a shower?”

A wildfire of desire courses through me. “Hudson, wh-when you say things like that… oh, fuck me. Pl-please keep going.” I ache for more. For release. For him to douse the flames. But he keeps adding tinder. A third finger slips into me, the stretch pushing to the delicious line where pain and passion dance. His mouth locks onto my clit, alternating between swirling circles and sucking pulses.

“Moan for me, Blakely. Give me those noises.”

Beholden to his command, I cry out. Thick, rough fingers search and scissor in me; his tongue tickles and teases me. The pleasure he’s giving me reaches its peak.

I am aflame.

It’s too much and not enough. I whimper, my over-sensitive clit needing a break but the rest of me screaming for more. I squirm in his grip, and he relents, pulling his fingers out of my quivering pussy. He places one last chaste kiss below my bellybutton, leaving goosebumps on my skin as he licks his way back up my body.

He positions himself at my entrance, but I hold a hand up. With a smirk, I swirl my finger in the air, losing myself in the look he gives me. With a hungry growl, he flips us, guiding my spread legs over his hips.

A queen on my throne, I gaze at the delicious man beneath me, drinking him in. Everything about Hudson calls to me. Like one of his snares, he’s the perfect bait to lure me into his depths.

He watches me as though I’m precious and rare. There’s awe in his eyes. And something else. Something deep, primal, ancient—a song sung for millennia.

Love.

“Fuck. You’re a thing of wonder. I need in you. Now.”

Tingles of anticipation shoot through me, every nerve primed and wanting. The fire inside me roars back to a blazing inferno, demanding to be burned out. There’s no more room for patience in either of us, and, in one fluid snap of his hips, I take every inch he has to offer.

“God, Hudson, you feel so good.”

“You were made for me, Blakely. This hungry pussy is where I belong. I have to stuff my dirty girl. Isn’t that right? Your greedy cunt needs my cock.”

“Y-yes!”

“Tell me. Say you need my cock.”

“I need it!”

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