Page 76 of Roughing It

An impish smile flits across my face, along with a wave of energy. “I’m assuming you’re saving all your words for another of thoseimportanttimes. Let’s see if I can coax a few from you.” My mouth meets his in a searing kiss. In the heat of that kiss, for a moment, I see a glimpse of forever with this rough, grumpy country boy. A version of forever I swore I’d never want, but suddenly seems so appealing.

I break away, dipping my tongue into the hollow of his neck, thankful for the built-in distraction of his solid body. My lips traverse his torso, planting a litany of gossamer-lightkisses, licks, and strokes over his skin until my fingers and teeth graze along the edge of his joggers.

After the intensity of yesterday and the ugliness online today, I need him. The taste he gave me last night isn’t enough.

“Blakely, what are you doing?” He hisses as I slip my hand into his pants, palming his cock and nuzzling my nose against him.

“Nothing.”

“That doesn’t feel like nothing. It feels fucking amazing, but you better not be doing this as some sort of apology.” Hudson tugs my hair, lifting my head.

“No, this is what I want, what I’ve wanted for a long time.”

It’s true. Is it also a fabulous distraction from everything in my head? Yes. But it doesn’t take away from how I want him.

“Lift your hips.”

“And you call me bossy.” He grumps but does as I command, and I slowly tug his pants down—ghosting my fingers over his thighs, tickling the back of his knees, squeezing his calves, and caressing his ankles. With every touch, his cock twitches for me.

“Are you aching for me, Bear?”

He swallows but doesn’t answer.

I kiss and lick my way back up his legs, then settle between the cradle of his hips. I take a moment to rest my cheek against his thigh, enjoying the smell of his skin, the tickle of the coarse dark hair on his legs, the quiver of his firm muscles.

Gazing up, I hover close enough that he can feel my breath but not my lips. Just out of reach. I plan on enjoying this. Savoring him. I move lower. The warm air from my mouth fans over his balls, and I dart my tongue out, lapping at the soft, salty skin.

“Oh, shit.”

“Is that okay?”

“Fuck yes.” The muscles in his cheek clench. “Do it again.”

In response to that, I suck a little harder and cradle this delicate part of him in my palm. I tease him, drawing out his pleasure and anticipation. When I’m happy with how much he’s straining, I place chaste kisses from root to tip, then lap the droplets of precum that blossom on his flared head. A moan—a needy, pleading moan—fills the air.

A thrill of power and pleasure pulses through me. “Mmmm, those noises are so good, Bear.” I swirl my tongue around his crown before spreading his legs wide and nipping and sucking at the skin of his inner thighs. “Do you want my mouth on you?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, I want your delicious mouth on me.”

As soon as he says it, I envelop as much of him as I can. The hiss he makes sends jolts of lust and heat through my body. Humming and purring, I hollow my cheeks and sweep my tongue along the underside of his cock, tracing the thick vein that runs along his length.

Hudson thrusts against my face with a curse. “Fuck Blakely, just like that.”

My fingers roam his body. When I rub them over the sensitive place behind his balls, he thrusts upward, his cock sinking deeper. I swallow around him. Doing everything I can to coax out those panty-dropping moans.

Pulling back, I track the way Hudson’s eyes are glued to my swollen lips, the thin line of spit threading from my mouth to his cockhead. I run my tongue over his slit before sucking lightly, then taking him deeper. Twisting my wrist, my hand and lips meet and then separate over and over. Looking up from between his legs, I relish the way his face contorts in desire.

Lust and wanting cloud my mind as another moan, this one more desperate than before, slips from his lips. Hudson’s hands tangle in my hair, and he tugs on me. I shake him off, and he relents, digging his fingers into the sheets. He lets out a stream of curses as I fight my gag reflex to pull him as far into my throat as I can. I furiously pump the last bit of him I can’t swallow. He bucks against my face, and I love it.

The fingers of my free hand slip between my legs, and I put pressure on my clit in a steady rhythm. My hips rock in tandem with my head as I hollow my cheeks and suck. His pleasure drives mine higher, and it isn’t long before I’m coming, my whimpers vibrating around his cock.

“I’m gonna, fuck—” Before he can complete his sentence, hot cum spills down my throat. “Blakely…” Hudson trails off, at a loss for words. Instead, he curls his fingers in my hair, petting me.

Kissing a path to his stomach, I rest my ear on his chest, and savor his heavy breathing, the frenzied thundering of his heart. I did this; I brought this rugged, powerful man to the edge and shoved him over. I sigh in contentment as Hudson winds strands of my hair around his fingers.

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