Page 106 of What About Us
There are no words. Just grunts, pants, whimpers, and groans from both of us as he relentlessly fucks me against the door. He presses his mouth to mine—teeth clashing, and lips and hands roaming—as our eyes meet over my shoulder.
“I wanna feel you come all over my cock. Can you do that for me?” His fingers find my clit, and his other hand tweaks a nipple as he drives into me over and over.
My breath is ragged in my chest. “Yes,” I pant. “God, don’t stop. Harder.” This is what I’ve been waiting for. This is how I always want to feel—this fierce passion, no-holds-barred, just two people taking what theyneed from one another. Hudson and I might not be a couple, but we are magic together.
“Fucking come for me, Finnley,” he grunts in response. He thrusts inside me so hard that my hips collide with the door in front of me and my toes come up off the floor. “Fuuuck,” he moans, and it goes straight to my clit. “Feels so good. Fuck, pretty girl. This cunt was made to take my cock.”
The echo of his words exploding in my brain shoves me full force into the most powerful orgasm of my life. My mouth opens on a silent scream, and my bottom lip drags across the wood door.
“That’s it. Come for me,” he grinds out. “I can feel you; how are you so tight?” His voice is strained and filled with need, all panted breaths and groans.
My head is light, my vision blurred. It’s like he’s fucked the sense right out of me. Through it all, I can feel he’s close. I moan, riding wave after wave of my climax, unable to think, speak, or move.
A moment later, he comes on a guttural roar. I can feel him pulsing inside me, and I know without a doubt, I am absolutely ruined for Hudson’s cock. It’s never been like this before—this explosive, this wild.
The only sounds in the kitchen are our ragged breaths as he slips out of me. I feel the loss immediately and squeeze my legs together. He grips my hip and squeezes, blowing out a long breath.
I stay where I am for a minute, pressed against the door. I’m still feeling the aftershocks of my orgasm and what is arguably the most erotic experience of my life.
“Holy shit. That was intense.” I let out a shaky breath when I’m finally able to open my eyes and glance over my shoulder.
He’s leaned back against the counter, gripping the edge with one hand, and runs the other through his hair. His eyes roam over my half-naked body. His expression is hard to read…Nervous, maybe?
I turn around fully and pull up my panties, which were still around my knees. He’s already tucked himself back into his boxers, but his jeans are still open.
I step closer to him, pressing a hand to his bare chest. “Huddy, you ok?”
He looks around, then drags a hand over his mouth.
“Say something.” A nervous chuckle breaks free from my lips, and I bite the inside of my cheek. Hudson is never at a loss for words.
He blows out another breath, shaking his head. “I’m sorry.”
Oh, shit. Oh, fuck.
“You’re sorry,” I whisper. It isn’t a question.He’s freaking out. He regrets it. Oh, God.
“No…shit.” He shakes his head as if to clear it. “That’s not what I meant.”
I force my voice to come out steady. “Ok. What did you mean?”
He spaces out again, before his eyes focus on me a couple of seconds later. “Shit, sorry.”
“Will you stop apologizing? Just talk to me,” I say.
He huffs a breath out from his nose and runs a hand through his hair. His eyes finally meet mine. He looks guilty as hell. “I didn’t even take you to bed.”
Relief floods me and a grin creeps across my face. “I really didn’t want to wait. And that was…”
“Incredible,” we both say at once.
We stare at each other for a couple beats of silence, then crack matching smiles like lunatics.
Then, I grimace. “Can you…?” I point at the paper towels behind him. “I kind of have cum dripping down my leg.”
“Oh, shit. Yeah.” He nods quickly, pushing off the counter to turn. “Let me just—" He fumbles around, knocks the dish soap over, rights it, and thenfinally grabs some paper towels. Turning back, he hands them to me. “Here you go.”
I make a quick swipe at my inner thigh, but I’m not about to wad these bitches up and jam them into my underwear. So, I crumple them in my fist and hope the flimsy fabric of my panties holds back the rest until I can get to the bathroom.
