Page 38 of Cabin Fever Baby

"Yeah?"

I nodded. "Like the woods and something darker. Spicier." I reached out to trail my fingers over his abs, but he caught my hand and brought it to his mouth before he turned off the water. "Don't want me to dirty you up again?" I said with a grin.

"Oh, I plan on it. But if you touch me, I'm going to turn you around and nail you to the tile and I was too stupid to bring another condom upstairs."

The hazy happiness snapped right back into lust. “I like the sound of that.”

“But your skin is so damn fair. I left so many marks." He touched my neck and my chest.

I glanced down and saw the pink scrapes from his beard. "I like them." I cupped my breast, lifting it for him.

He groaned and lowered his mouth to take the tip into his mouth strongly. His arm went around me and cupped my ass to drag me toward his hardening cock.

I reached between us. "Handily, I happen to have something in my bag. Right in there." I gripped his warm, wet cock and stroked him a little roughly.

Being around a lot of musicians—my brother and his band—meant I handed out condoms like party favors every damn day after shows. I didn't want to know what happened in the green rooms after a show. Between the VIPs and the fans, there was a lot of naked shenanigans going on at all times.

He snaked a towel off the rack as we stumbled out of the bathroom into my bedroom. Instead of drying us off he tossed it on the bed and tumbled me on top of it. "I do love a woman who is prepared for any eventuality. Where?"

I pointed at the small gray makeup bag on the dresser. Instead of going inside, he brought it to me, which I appreciated. God knew what was in there. I got samples from every city,it seemed like. I dug around and found the brand-new box of ribbed for her pleasure and tossed it at him.

He laughed, took one out, and set it on my belly. "Now, keep it right there."

I reached above me for the pillow at the top of the bed. "Don't want a participant? Okay."

He laughed and tucked his shoulders between my thighs until I was wide open for him. “I’m not done worshiping you.”

He slid his hands under my ass and lifted me to his mouth.

“Hudson!”

He hummed against me. “Again.”

I dropped my hand to his slippery still wet hair. “Hudson.”

He stroked me deeply, using his thumbs to lightly pulse inside of me as he devoured me.

Until the lights from the little tree in my bedroom shimmered and sparkled and my moans of his name devolved into panting cries.

But he never relented.

He left me open, raw, and so sensitive I couldn’t form coherent words.

Until he covered me again and made use of the condom with endlessly epic strokes of his cock inside my body until I was so well used there was no beginning of me and no end of Hudson.

I wrapped around him in the rapidly darkening room as the wind howled outside, echoing inside of me.

To be so unrelentingly matched in desire and care was so unfair.

For this stranger who would be out of my life in mere days to know me like this already made the breath backing up in my chest actually hurt.

I hooked my legs around him, dragging him deeper into me as my pussy tightened around him, clasping every part of him as closely as possible.

When he threw his head back and the corded length of his neck pulsed and strained, I was tossed into another unending orgasm.

My body was a shell when he rolled off me to take care of the condom before crawling back in with me. This time, he eased us both under the covers.

Worshipped didn't even cover half of what I felt.

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