Page 103 of What About Us
She comes off my dick with an audible pop, a sassy dark brow cocked at me and amusement dancing in her brown eyes. She chuckles lightly. “Are you really thinking about Jason Statham with my mouth on your cock?”
“Mm, fuck yes, I am. Trying…not…to come,” I grit out, more than a little breathless.
She bites down on that pillowy bottom lip, and the slow drag of her teeth across it will be my undoing. “Why are you trying not to come?”
“Because it’s too fucking good and, Jesus, baby, I don’t know where you learned to suck dick, but I’m trying really hard not to disrespect you right now.”
Her eyebrows draw together and her smile fades. “What?”
I shift my hips and attempt to not seem like a desperate fucker trying to get her mouth back on me. But that’s what I am.Sofucking desperate for it. I can’t think straight. What was the question?
I shake my head, trying to focus. My dick is so hard, a light breeze would push me over the edge. “Sorry, what?”
She laughs lightly, clearly amused by my lust-induced stupor. “You said you’re trying hard to not disrespect me.”
I nod, and then jerk in a breath when she runs her thumb over the head of my cock. She traces the ridge lightly, before sucking her thumb into her mouth. Shit, that’s hot.
“Because you’re you.” I lick my lips, hoping to restore some moisture there, but it’s no fucking use. “It’s us.”
“But what do you mean ‘disrespect me’?”
I shake my head, and when she gives a long, slow pull to my cock, I thrust my hips, fucking into her hand with a groan. I can’t think of anything other than getting her mouth back on me.
“Nothing. Never mind. Just keep—”
“I’m not going to break. Stop treating me like I’m fragile.”
I swallow, then quickly shake my head, eyes on the hand she’s working me over with. “I’m not.”
She moves both hands to my hips, standing up, and I almost weep at the loss of seeing her kneeling in front of me. Her chest brushes mine before she whispers, “Yes, you are. Tell me what you meant.”
I swallow hard. Her eyes are darker than I’ve ever seen them, her lashes ridiculously long. She’s so fucking beautiful, it almost hurts to look at her. Full lips swollen and glistening with saliva from having her mouth on me—her gorgeous, fuckable mouth.
She’s my best friend, but I’ve never wanted so badly to be more than that than I do in this moment. She’s been my friend, my confidant, and my literal rock the last two years. But I want more. I want to be the center ofher universe, like she’s been mine for years. I’m a man who is 1,000 percent obsessed.
Our bodies are centimeters apart, and my eyes drop back to her mouth. What I’m about to say—what I want to do to her—will change everything. But maybe that’s what we both need.
Reaching up, I cup her cheeks, not at all gently. I can’t fucking help it. My molars clamp together. I use my thumbs to push her puffy lips open, loving the way they look as I press them open against her teeth. It’s harsh and I grit my teeth at my lack of self-control.
"I’ve wondered what it would be like to fuck this mouth for months. Years, if I’m honest.”
She lets out a quiet gasp, her eyes searching mine. “Really?” she breathes out.
I nod roughly. “I want to make a mess of you. I want to fucking wreck you.”
She licks her lips and her tongue grazes my thumb. Some animalistic sound vibrates deep in my chest. That fucking mouth. Her tongue finds my thumb again and I let her suck it into her mouth. Her teeth scrape the underside as I pull it free and drag it across her lips.
“Do it,” she whispers.
I search her face for any trace of hesitation.
Louder, she says, “Disrespect me, Hudson. I want it. I need it. Whatever you’ve been thinking about, I promise you, I want it. Make a mess of me. Wreck me.”
Her eyes bounce back and forth between mine, waiting. Her breathing is fast and shallow. Her nipples are hard against the thin cotton of her shirt.
Her tongue swipes along her bottom lip before she whispers, “Please.”
It’s a quiet plea, and that’s all I need. One word, and I’m done fucking around.
