Page 102 of What About Us
She shocks the hell out of me when she drops to her knees right there on the hard tile and looks up at me.
What thehellis happening?
Her hands grasp the hem of my T-shirt, pushing it up and exposing my abs. I freeze. I’m so surprised, I couldn’t move If I wanted to. Idon’twant to.
“We shouldn’t,” I say, but it’s weak at best.
When the girl of your dreams is on her knees for you, you don’t question it. I know that. Especially when I’m weak as fuck for her. But I’m panicking. I know the second her mouth is on me, there will be no going back.
I manage to stutter out, “You don’t have to do that.” Her eyes lock with mine when her lips touch my skin and I let out a quick pant of air. My hands come up to fist in my hair and my eyelids flutter shut. “Ohhh, shit.”
What theactual fuckis happening?
Am I dreaming? I force my eyes open, and they skate over the living area and kitchen, as if I’ll see myself asleep on the couch. But I’m not asleep. Her lips are on my skin, and I am suddenly harder than I’ve ever been.
“Can you stay quiet?” she says breathlessly against my skin.
She hums, sucking and licking the skin next to my belly button, before moving lower, lighting up my body and melting my brain. She pushes up to the balls of her feet, crouching now. The buckle on my belt makes a distant tinkle as she undoes it, the sound competing with the blood rushing in my ears.
“W–what?” I stammer.
My heart is pounding, and my vision blurs a bit with the sight of her on her knees for me. A real life, years-old fantasy come true. She’s not wearing a bra—she rarely does—and her nipples press against the thin cotton of her top, bare thighs spread, skin for days as she crouches in front of me. I barely register a flash of black nail polish and a silver toe ring.
She rests her hand on my waistband, curled inside slightly, and her eyes flash to mine. “Can. You. Stay. Quiet, Hudson?” The words are a slow, commanding question.
Goddamn.
I’ll sew my fucking mouth shut if it gets her to say my name like that again and wrap those fuckable lips around my cock.
My answering nod is jerky in anticipation. “I–I think so.”
A sexy smirk tips up her beautiful, pouty lips. “Put your hands on the counter.”
I immediately obey, gripping the edge of the countertop behind me so tightly my knuckles go white. I’m a weak man. Weak. As. Fuck.
“Mm,” she hums, reaching for the button on my jeans. “Stay right there, while I take out this perfect cock so I can taste you.”
”Oh, Christ.” I swallow hard, my heart feels like it will rip right through my chest with how hard it’s beating. “Oh, God. This is really happening.”
I scrub a hand over my face, and she stops, flicking her eyes up to mine. “Hands, Hudson.”
Her use of my name again is hot as fuck and this commanding side of her is a new development that I do not hate. Not even a little.
“F–fuck. Sorry. Ok. Yes,” I mumble and grip the counter again.
“Good boy.” It somehow comes out low and sultry and I don’t know why my best friend calling me a good boy turns me on so much, but her words hit me straight in the cock and are further punctuated by the drag of my zipper.
I grip onto the counter as she jerks open my fly. My body moves with her deliberate movements, my eyes never leaving her face. She pulls down my boxer briefs just enough to pull out my cock, then hums appreciatively. She wastes no time diving in. She licks me from root to tip, then rolls her tongue in her mouth with a sexy moan when she laps up the bead of precum there.
She runs the length of me over her tongue, the wet heat electrifying my senses. Her lips drag over my cock when she pulls me back out. My eyes cross and my head falls back. I want to watch her, but I can’t. There’s not enough blood in my upper body to keep my head up.
“Ohhh... Fuck, Finn.Fuuck,” I moan. “That's... Damn.” I swallow hard, my mouth feels like the Sahara when she pulls me back in, further this time. “Holy fucking shit, that’s good,” I pant out, squeezing my eyes shut.
When she moans, the vibrations race over my shaft.
I make the mistake of looking down at her, and the sight of her lips stretched around me almost makes me come. My cock disappears into her mouth, and she sucks on the head.
“Shit, ok.” I swallow hard again and blink a few times, gripping the counter behind me as tightly as I can. “Ok. Ok. Handsome Rob. J-Jonas Taylor. Frank Martin. Lee C–Christmas.Fuck.”
