Friday Night
Shock spread through me like wildfire, but I didn’t pull away. Couldn’t even consider it. My mind had made its own decision.
The moment I gave in to him, parting my lips and leaning closer, he was on me. The hand that held mine to his chest wrapped itself around my waist, tugging me fully into his lap, as his other pushed its way into my hair, closing like a vice around the strands.
He kissed like a fucking god, and I wondered if I was even breathing as his tongue delved between my lips, meeting mine. I pressed my palms against his chest, fisting his stained shirt in my hands, and committed myself to tasting him, a mix of something uniquely Hudson and the wine we’d been drinking, the wine I’d definitely had a glass too much of seeing as I’d let my guard down beyond my comfort zone.
A stinging, split second of pain blossomed across my scalp as he used my hair as leverage, tugging downward to lift my chin well above his own. His mouth left mine as he did it, his lips brushing their way down my throat, his mouth parting once again as he licked and nipped at the flesh there. I sucked in a breath.
“Do you have any idea how much I’ve wanted to taste you, Sophie?” He rasped, his hot breath fanning out across my skin. I moved my hand to the back of his head, holding him in place, a silent request not to leave. “You’ve been in my fucking head. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it.”
Something low in my abdomen twisted, the blood that once warmed my cheeks heading down below. I wanted him to touch me more. Everywhere. “Hudson,” I breathed, tightening my grip on his shirt.
“Calling me by my first name now, angel?” He growled, his hand sneaking under the band of my sweater, rising until it met bare flesh. I sucked in a breath, my head beginning to spin. Below my hips and between his own, I could feel a hardness begin to swell.
I nodded, the passion of his touch causing a tingling sensation to shoot straight down between my thighs. “Yes,” I whispered, and his hand moved a little bit further up my shirt with my response, his fingers brushing against the lace of my bra. A lump formed in my throat, making words even harder than they already seemed with my swimming mind. “More.”
Within a second, he shifted below me and I was facing him, my legs around his waist and his feet on the floor. He stood, releasing my hair and holding me underneath my ass instead, sending little electrical shocks throughout my body with just his touch alone. “You want more?” He cooed, stepping around the ottoman and heading toward the stairs, my weight almost nothing to his strong physique. “I’ll give you what you want, but we need to go somewhere a little more private.”
I wrapped my arms around his neck, trusting him with my body as he carried me up the stairs with shocking ease. Silently, he walked past Jamey’s door, little snoring noises leaking through, and before I turned my head I already knew he was taking me straight to his room.
Even if I wanted to overthink it, to consider every downside, to reject the offer he was clearly laying on the table, my head was too full of all the ways it could go right. I didn’t care if what was about to happen would make things awkward, if it made things more confusing than they needed to be. I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about him, either, and I had to admit to myself that I wanted this.
My ass hit the plush mattress a moment later, the lights low and the moon high in the sky out the windowed wall. Hudson loomed above me, his lips parted and swollen from our kiss, his eyes half-lidded with lust. I could see the outline of him in his sweatpants, my attention no longer on the wine stain that ruined his shirt. “Is this what you wanted?” He whispered, his mouth hovering above my own, his arms pinning me in as I leaned back on one hand. “Is this the more you were after?”
I nodded, words failing me.
His lips met mine again, harder, needier. He didn’t hold back anymore; his hands pushed the fabric of my sweater and my shirt up, revealing my abdomen and the lower half of my bra. He devoured my lips as if he was a starving man, his tongue tasting every nook and cranny, wrestling with my own.
Clumsily, I fingered the buttons on his shirt with one hand, trying and failing to pop them open. His hand met mine, forcing it away from them before he grabbed the collar and tugged once. I almost laughed at the drama of it, all of his buttons flying off in different directions as the shirt parted and hung loosely down the center. “It was stained anyway,” he mumbled against my lips.
I dragged my hand along his bare chest as he leaned further into me, forcing me to lay back on the bed. I could feel every ripple and divot of muscle, every hard plane of skin that shivered under my touch. I wanted to feel more. I wanted to feel all of him.
Fingers brushed against my skin as my sweater and shirt left my body together, our mouths parting for only a second. Goosebumps spread to life along my flesh, my back arching as his hand made its way under, straight to the clasp of my bra, and released it in one quick motion. Within a second, the delicate fabric was off my body, discarded on the floor with my sweater. His lips left mine, planting little kisses along my skin as he made his way down my throat, across my collarbone, and to the swells of my breasts. His teeth sunk lightly into my freckled nipple as his mouth closed around it.
Fuck, yes.
I moaned, savoring the way his mouth moved over me, his tongue dragging along the tip of my breast. I looked down, watching the way his lips tipped up at the edges, the way his hand dragged along my side and ribcage, cupping my other breast in his hand. “You are fucking temptation,” he growled, his fingers kneading my flesh.
I smirked as I pushed his shirt off of his shoulders, the fabric pooling around his elbows and exposing more of his chest, more of the man that I wanted to keep beneath my fingertips for as long as possible. Gone was the part of me that tossed and turned in the middle of the night, not sure whether being around him was a good idea or not. She could have her time in the sun; I’d take mine in the dark.
Hudson’s fingers wandered down my skin, hooking themselves in the band of my leggings, grazing the flesh of my ass. He tugged them down in bursts, drawing out the moment as long as he could withstand it, my nipple sucked firmly between his teeth as he grinned wickedly up at me, a thousand promises in his eyes of how he wanted to take me, how much he wanted to taste me, how he couldn’t help himself.
By the time he’d pulled every strip of fabric from my body, I’d only managed to get his shirt fully off. He’d seemed far more focused on me than himself. He stood up straight above me, taking me in, his eyes wandering the length of my bare, freckled skin, and he looked like he wanted to eat me alive.
I’d probably let him.
“What?” I asked when the silence had grown palpable, his gaze fixed on me as I laid back on the bed. The sheets felt like silk beneath my skin. “Is something wrong?”
He shook his head. “No,” he breathed, leaning over me once more and grabbing me around the waist. He shifted me further up the bed so my legs weren’t dangling off the end anymore. “Absolutely nothing is wrong.”
Settling himself between my bent legs, he kissed along the flat plane of my stomach, lowering himself as he went. My heart hammered in my chest as he reached the swell of my thighs, sinking his teeth into the thicker flesh light enough to not leave a mark but hard enough to make me suck in air. I had grown to expect incompetence, a valiant effort but never enough from a man going down on me. A twisted part of me wanted to watch him do it, though. Wanted to watch as he tried different tactics aimlessly…
“Fucking dripping for me already.”
My back arched, my hands fisted the sheets as he latched onto me with absurd precision. His tongue grazed over my clit, his lips sucking it in, his fingers digging into the thickness of my thigh with enough force to bruise. Holy goddamn motherfucking shit. This is what I would think of late at night in my own bed, vibrator clutched in my hand and mind wandering. This was more dangerous than I could have ever imagined.
He groaned his approval as his tongue dragged further down, circling my entrance, lapping up every bit of lubricant my body had made for me. “You taste like sin,” he mumbled, and the vibration of his words made my clit begin to ache. I wanted more. More of him, more of this. “But I’m impatient, Sophie.”
Blinking through the haze of my pleasure, I watched as he crawled back up my body, leaving me needy between my thighs. His pants were gone—when had that happened?—and as he settled himself above me, I could feel his warm length drape itself over my dampness. I reached down, eager to feel it, and wrapped my hand firmly around his cock.
His breathing grew heavy as I stroked him softly, my fingers dancing across the tip and collecting that little bead of precum. “Condom,” he muttered, but his hands didn’t move from either side of my head.
A sharp pang hit me in the chest, bringing me slightly back to reality. I hadn’t even thought about using one, my body was plenty good at keeping me from getting pregnant on its own. “Do you… ?”
“I don’t have anything.” His head dropped, his forehead resting against mine. “I check myself once a month at the clinic.”
“Then it’s fine.” I hated that it was fine. I wished it wasn’t fine, but there was no use when I knew I wasn’t getting pregnant without help.
“But—”
I pursed my lips as I looked up at him. Even in the dim light, his green eyes shone as if they were lit from within. “You’ve seen my file,” I chuckled. “It’s fine. I’m not on the drugs yet. There’s zero chance, Dr. Brady.”
“Dr. Brady.” The laugh that came from him was sinister. His smile morphed into a smirk as he adjusted himself, pressing his tip against my entrance. “Does it turn you on to call me that, angel? Does it excite you?” He forced my legs higher, almost touching my chest, with the forearm of one hand. “Does it make you want me even more?”
My cheeks warmed as he pressed in, just an inch, letting me adjust to his girth. He was big, no denying that.
“Answer me, Sophia, or this will be as far as I go.”
Sadistic motherfucker. My mind was blank as I searched for an answer. Does it turn me on to say it? Do I like referring to him as Dr. Brady? Is that why I hadn’t stopped? “I…”
I was going to kill him. When the sun finally rose and things were back to normal, I was going to fucking kill him. “Yes,” I admitted, my voice no louder than a whisper.
I gasped as he thrust his full length inside, sinking in until almost nothing was left. My walls stretched to accommodate him, the sting almost heavenly, and as he leaned down to whisper into my ear, I think I left my body entirely. “Good girl.”
Oh my god. I wanted to hate him. I wanted to hate him so badly, wanted to tell myself you know better, but I couldn’t. I just couldn’t. I buried the back of my head in the sheets as he slowly slid out, just a hint of him left, before plunging back in with enough force to make me see stars.
And then it began.
Rough, needy, and desperate, he fucked me. His cock curved upward just a hair, hitting that spot inside of me that made me feel like my world was imploding. Every inch of my skin crawled with pleasure, deep and unbridled. I moaned, jerking my head back farther, and his lips explored the sensitive spots of my neck as if I’d given them to him on a silver platter.
“You take me so fucking well,” he grunted, his teeth grazing across my skin. “I could live inside of you. So goddamn perfect…”
His words echoed around in my head, making my gut knot with tension. Already, I could feel my orgasm building, but I knew his length alone wouldn’t be enough to tip me over the edge. I needed more. “Hudson—”
“Touch yourself, angel. I can’t reach you like this.” Could he read my mind?
I nodded as I snaked my hand between us, my fingers crawling across my own skin. I sank them between my lips, the slickness pooling far more than usual. The base of his cock brushed against my fingertips as I began to circle my clit, little movements growing more frantic, more ecstatic. I was building, my walls clenching and gripping him for dear life.
Hudson gritted his teeth as he lifted his head, staring straight down at me. His eyes were wild, ferocious behind half-lowered lids. “Watch me fuck you as you come for me,” he growled, his voice far deeper than I’d heard before. “Watch how perfectly you take my cock.”
He lifted my hips higher, putting them well within view. It was as if his words held power. I couldn’t stop myself from looking between us, down to where our bodies met and my hand twitched. God, he was right. We fit together too well.
“Hudson.” My breathing was growing choppy. Each little inhale felt like a want, not a need, and the pressure growing was reaching its breaking point. “Fuck, oh my god—”
Everything shattered at once. The moan that ripped from my throat felt like it wasn’t my own, and a euphoric bliss overwhelmed my senses, flooding me and drowning me, wrecking me far more than I was used to. I ripped my hand away, suddenly too sensitive, and tried desperately to catch my breath as Hudson’s arms wrapped around me, holding my damp, electrified body to his. It was too much. But it was perfect.
“Breathe, Sophia.”
His movements slowed, still firm but calmer, and those arms held me tightly as he rolled us onto the other side of the bed, flipping me on top of him. I saddled him, my mind lost to the haze, and his hips did the work for me until I could do it on my own. “Holy shit,” I breathed, sinking further down on him than I thought I could.
He smirked as he shifted us higher, his back resting against the headboard in a curve. “You felt like heaven as you came,” he grunted, his cock twitching inside of me. “You’re going to do it again.”
Twice? “I… I don’t know if I can.” Slowly, I rocked my hips, my clit brushing against the little tuft of hair above his cock. It was enough to make my body twitch.
“You can,” he said calmly. He wrapped one hand around the back of my neck, pulling me closer to him as the other buried itself between our conjoined hips, his fingers curling up to meet the overly-sensitive bundle of nerves. I cried out, feeling far too much, but he held me in place. “You will.”
His mouth met mine as we moved in unison, my hips stuttering from the intensity, and I used my newly freed-up hands to explore every inch of him that I could. His chest, his arms, his neck. Each teeming with corded muscles, flexed from his efforts down below. Slowly, that tension began to build again, making it too hard to concentrate on the movements of my hips. It was choppy, rushed, anguished, but he kept me as steady as he could.
Briefly, I wondered if I’d be able to see myself fucking him in the reflection of my bedroom window.
“Fuck, I’m close,” he grunted, growing impossibly harder inside of me. His fingers moved quicker, dragging me closer with him, those deft little movements planting themselves in my mind so I could fantasize about it later. “Don’t fucking stop, angel.”
I buried my head in the crook of his neck, focusing as hard as I could on my rocking despite the rush of delirium. His groans turned darker, more intense as he tightened his grip on the back of my neck. “Hudson,” I whispered, the pressure beginning to break, leaking out of me and coating his cock, his fingers.
His hips sputtered, breaking our controlled movements, but his fingers kept their pace with insane precision as his orgasm spread through him. Just knowing he had come was enough to send me over the edge, the idea of him filling me and the warmth spreading inside making the second orgasm more intense than the last.
Nothing mattered anymore—not my boundaries or his, not our working relationship or the idea of some fake engagement. All that mattered was the pleasure rocketing through my veins, his deep cries of ecstasy, and the way he held me to him as if he never wanted me to leave.
