Page 80 of What About Us
“Feels so good.” Her breath skates across my bare chest, making my skin tingle with anticipation. “Need more. I need you.”
I grab her thigh and hike her leg up again, giving her a better angle. Her hand moves to grab my cock through my boxers. As her fingers graze the tip, it takes everything in me to grab her wrist and bring it to my chest.
My hips buck forward, and I fight against the sensation to come. It’s been almost four months since anyone but me has touched my cock, and that minuscule contact has me ready to blow like I’m fifteen.
“Fuck,” I mutter.
She lifts my hand, drags my fingers across her lips, and then darts out her tongue, drawing my index and middle fingers into her mouth. She sucks hard and moans around them and I swear my eyes cross.
Her hips pick up speed, and although I can’t exactly see everything, she works the hand under her shirt and tugs on a nipple. The other one hardens further against the fabric of her shirt, which is practically see-through. I imagine pulling one of the stiff peaks into my mouth. Biting down hard on my molars, I fight the urge to rock against her.
My mind wanders as she doubles down on my thigh, still licking and sucking my fingers like she’s working my cock. I’ve never seen her completely topless before, but it would be so easy for me to lift her shirt and see if her nipples are the same delicious, rosy shade as those lips I love so much. I bet they are. And I imagine her perfect pussy is the same color, slick and warm, waiting for me to sink into.
“That’s it.” I murmur, voice low. “Show me the way you’ll take my cock when I finally give in and fill up this pretty mouth. Show me how you’d fuck me with it.”
“Oh, God, yes,” she cries out, my fingers slipping free of her mouth. It’s followed by a long moan as she suddenly comes.
Her bottom kneebarelybrushes my aching cock, and it happens so quickly, I don’t have time to stop it.
“Ah,fuck.” The force of my own orgasm hits me hard and steals my breath. My hand finds her hip, fisting her sweats again, as it rips throughmy body, tightening my abs. I grit my teeth against a groan and my eyes frantically snap to her face. Her eyes are shut, her head tipped back against the pillow, jaw slack, and her thighs are clamped tight around me as she rides it out.
I force my breathing to steady itself out as quietly as I can. She sighs contentedly, going still next to me, with my leg still trapped between hers.
I lift my head and look to where the blankets have been pushed down. There’s a wet spot growing on the front of my boxer briefs. I drop my head back to the pillow and run a hand down my face.
Her sleepy voice breaks the silence. “I love the way you sound when you come.”
I turn my head on the pillow in surprise as she lets out a little snore.
My heartbeat slows while I stare up at the ceiling. Her breath has evened out and she sighs sweetly in her sleep. I run my eyes over her face, then reach over, brush a bit of hair off her cheek, and press a soft kiss to her forehead.
Slowly, carefully, I untangle our limbs and ease off the bed. My cum makes my underwear stick uncomfortably to my skin. With a quick glance back at the bed, I head toward the bathroom, swiping a clean pair of boxers off the top of my duffle bag as I go.
Chapter 28
Finnley
My cheeks heat asthe water runs over me. Memories of last night come flooding back, while I stand under the spray of the shower in the hotel bathroom. Honestly, I thought some of it might be a bit fuzzy this morning—slushy adult bevvies will do that to a lightweight like me—but it’s not.
I wasn’t drunk. Slightly tipsy, sure, but I made sure to pace myself with the alcohol. I chugged two waters and gave myself a full dose of insulin—a hot commodity in my world—because I knew nothing would happen between Hudson and me if I was wasted. Turns out, I know my best friend pretty well because he was the perfect gentleman all night, even when I kept trying to ply him with sexy words and suggestive touches.
When he left to get my snacks, I figured I would close my eyes for just a minute. However, when I woke up, it was dark in the room, and I could just make out the outline of his long, lean body in the bed next to mine. The air had kicked on sometime during the night and it was freezing in the room. So, I quickly found my bag, changed into my sweats and a tank top, and then climbed into bed next to him.
Don’t ask me what the hell possessed me to masturbate while lying in the dark next to my best friend. I’d like to blame it on the alcohol, but if I’m honest with myself, it was nothing more than the feel of his warm body next to mine, the sight of his bare chest and slutty forearms, and the fullness of his pecs as they fell away toward his armpit.
How Hudson can have sexy armpits, I have no idea, but fuck, if it’s not one of my favorite parts of his body. There’s something inherently masculine about it that I can’t put my finger on. Plus, his deodorant is this spicy, sweet concoction, and combined with the smell ofhim? It’s intoxicating.
I’ve never—ok, notnever—but hardly ever looked at him like that before. But ever since that kiss at Christmas, I’m seeing him differently. Walking in on him in the shower the other day was the erotic highlight of my year. And feeling how hard he was after our impromptu dance yesterday? Hot. And, God, can that man kiss.
In my defense, I haven’t had sex in three months. Suddenly, I was thinking about how good his hands would feel on my body again, and my sex-starved pussy had me slipping my hand into my panties, reaching for my clit.
When I felt him turn toward me, I knew I’d been caught. Thankfully, the darkness of the room hid the furious blush I felt creep over my cheeks and the fact that I was suddenly wide awake. He tried to wake me, but the anticipation of him stopping me before we could talk about what this was had me pretending to be asleep instead. I’d turned into him and…continued. Yep. Instead of stopping, I threw my leg over my best friend and rubbed one out on his thigh like a shameless hussy.
And believe me, no one was more surprised than me when I cracked open an eye and told him I needed to come. Nope. Scratch that, asked him if I could come. Asked him if I could usehimto come. And he didn’t say no.
He never touched me—except to adjust my angle for prime dry humping—but he didn’t need to. Not with the filthy words he used. It took zero time getting me there after that, and if his dirty mouth hadn’t pushed me over the edge, the sound of him unexpectedly coming would have.
It was a heady realization that he wanted me as badly as I wanted him, and it was even sexier when he came without physically touching me. Well, except for the slight brush of my knee against his cock. I wanted to touch him, and I’d been slightly disappointed when he kept my hand from wrapping around his length, but hearing Hudson Hayes coming in his boxers? Fucking feral.
