Page 8 of Breaking Hudson

“Even if you fight me?” he asks before kissing my neck.

“Yes,” I breathe.

“Take a deep breath, Colette,” he says gently, pulling away to look at me. I have a death grip on his biceps, but I do what he says, and take a long, deep breath. On my exhale, he slowly fills me.

“Fuck,” I groan. “Bad idea. Abort. You don’t fit, Huddy.”

“Relax, Cole,” he says with amusement in his voice. He gently kisses my neck again and I start to relax. “Remember, I love you.”

“Wha… Oh fuck!” I scream when he abruptly slams himself inside of me. He is stretching me in ways that I’m not sure I should be able to stretch. He allows me absolutely no time to adjust before he starts to fuck me hard and deep. I am nearly silent as I arch off the bed and dig my nails into his arm.

“My sweet girl,” he mutters. “You look so beautiful stuffed with my cock.”

“It hurts,” I whine.

“You’re doing so well, Cole,” he praises. “Keep relaxing.”

He is slowly rocking his hips, filling me deeply, but not moving fast. I whimper and moan and eventually I relax and pleasure sweeps in. “Oh, dear God,” I moan.

“That’s my good girl,” he rumbles before kissing me hard. Hudson hooks his arms behind my knees and folds me, making me scream out when he starts pounding into me.

“Oh, please. Oh, please. I’m gonna come. Hudson, please,” I moan.

“Who owns this pussy, Colette?” he demands.

“You,” I gasp.

“Say it. Who owns this pussy?”

“Hudson,” I cry out again. I end up stuck in a loop of yelling his name as I slowly move through my orgasm. He ends up wrapping his hand around my throat but doesn’t cut off my breathing. He presses on the sides of my neck and something about it makes my eyes roll back.

“Fuuuuck, Colette,” he moans as his rhythm falters, and he starts to come. Instead of rolling to the bed beside me, he brings himself down on my chest, and I wrap my arms around him.

“Christ, Huddy. You are a monster,” I pant.

“Your titties make a great pillow,” he mutters, making me laugh. “Pillows shouldn’t be laughing. Be a better pillow, Cole.”

“I’m so tired now,” I say after a while.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, and then we can go to bed,” he says before kissing my chest between my breasts and getting up.

“I can…”

“Stay,” he says. Hudson goes to the bathroom and returns with what he needs to clean me. I’m expecting it to be weird for him to clean his come off of me, but it’s not. It’s soothing and a level of care I’ve never never received before. When he gets done, he joins me in bed, and I roll to snuggle into his chest as he wraps his arm around me.

The one thing about our friendship is that it was never abnormal for us to cuddle. Almost every time we end up watching a movie together, we end up in his bed or mine, and I always fall asleep. Maybe that should have been my first clue?

I try not to think about what happened today, but it sneaks its way into my mind as I’m laying here in his arms. I feel like this situation is breaking Hudson. There are some parts of his life that I don’t know anything about, like his work life. I know nothing about that gym or anyone he associates with. I think if we are going to be together, it’s time for me to socialize.

Chapter Two

Colette

“Hey. Colette. Wake up,sweetheart,” Hudson urges. I gasp and jump out of bed, only to be caught by Hudson. “You’re okay. Slow down.”

“Why did you scare me like that?” I whimper. I realize now that I’m crying. Why am I crying?

“You were having a nightmare,” he says, hugging me. “I tried to let you come out of it on your own, but you started crying and it was afraid you weren’t breathing.”

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