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He hummed his approval as his gaze raked over my damp body, down over my breasts and abdomen and lower, between my thighs. “That… god, what I’d give to keep you like this forever, spread open for me, waiting for me. Greatest sight I’ll ever fucking see.”
I laughed, lifting my left hand to his face, showing off the fake ring that was starting to turn my skin green from the water. “Well, lucky for you, fiancé, you can.”
His face shifted, contorting into something I wasn’t quite sure what to make of. His eyes narrowed, his jaw hardened. He took my hand from in front of his face, pushing me back and pinning it above my head on the cold concrete. “Don’t tempt me, angel.”
Pressure bloomed against my entrance, the head of his cock pressing firmly against it. Slowly, achingly, he pushed forward, sinking himself between my soaked lips. I groaned as the little shocks of my walls spreading turned to pleasure, as he reached his depth, as his hips met my ass. “Fuck, yes.”
“Tell me what you want,” he grunted, the sound of the water moving about his legs going silent as he held himself still. “Tell me how badly you want it.”
Jesus, he had to stop saying things like that.
I lifted myself onto my elbow, the rough concrete cutting into the thin skin and wrapped one hand around the back of his neck. “I want you to fuck me,” I drawled, that confidence coming from somewhere deep within me. “No, scratch that. I need you to fuck me, Hudson.”
Wild, blazing green eyes met mine for a fraction of a second before his hips began to move, less gentle than he’d been before, more animalistic, more untamed. I dropped back onto the pavement, taking every hit he gave, water sloshing up the sides of the pool as he moved inside of me. It felt too good, too powerful.
I glanced up toward the house next to his, the one owned by the couple I’d come to know as Mary and Jeff Traeger. I hoped they weren’t watching through the windows, hoped we wouldn’t send their frail old bodies into cardiac arrest. What would they think of me, to see me like this? Probably the same thing my parents would think if I were pregnant without a future husband.
“Look at me when I’m inside of you, Sophie,” Hudson ordered, his fingers grasping my cheeks and turning my head back to him. His other hand snaked between us, reaching the slick folds between my legs and pinpointing my clit with ease. My eyes widened as my back arched, his digits beginning to move in just the way he knew I liked.
I could’ve lived like that, died like that, with him above me, inside of me. I’d welcome every second of it. “Fucking hell,” I breathed, staring up at him, at the drops of sweat and pool water that dripped from his face. “This is… a lot.”
“You like being fucked outdoors?” He chuckled darkly, his hips moving faster, harder, his fingers sliding through the growing dampness. “Exhibitionist and a voyeur.”
I moaned from the intensity of his movements, my pleasure building and beginning to peak. “Pool enthusiast,” I bit out.
“Right, sorry. Exhibitionist and pool enthusiast.”
I reached up, placing my hand on his cheek, my thumb on his lips. Slowly, I dragged it across them, pulling the skin along, dipping it between his lips. I was getting close, too close, and I needed more. “Hudson,” I moaned, and suddenly the air around me ceased, the water sloshing faded into the background, the stars above disappeared and there was only him and me and the concrete beneath my skin. “Shut the fuck up and kiss me.”
His eyes widened for a fraction of a second before he was leaning down, swift and eager, his lips firmly pressing against my own. I opened for him like a flower, welcoming anything he wanted to give me. The good, the bad, the ugly. Richer or poorer. Sickness and health. All that shit, I’d take it, and not because of the fake ring on my finger.
The warmth in my chest bloomed further down, and within seconds, I was breaking harder than I’d ever broken before. The wave of pleasure tore through me, replacing every cell in my body with bliss, every thought with him. I cried out into his mouth, the sound silent through my clouded ears, my throat feeling hoarse. His hips stuttered, his breathing increased, and before I knew it he was falling with me, deep into the abyss and away from anything and everything else.
Hudson’s heavy breaths against my lips and his stagnant cock slowly brought me back to reality, back to the pool, back to his backyard. Slowly, I opened my eyes, his own an inch from my face. His heart was hammering against his chest and beating against my own, the effort to stay upright clearly showing in the veins popping from his arms.
“Shit,” he sighed, his head dropping, his forehead resting against my lips. “This… this was a mistake.”
Mistake.
Mistake.
Mistake mistake mistake mistake mistake mistake.
“What?” The word was barely a whisper, my lips hardly moving.
“This shouldn’t have happened.”
I scrambled back, my elbows and heels scraping against the rough cement, out of his embrace. His cock slid out and warmth seeped from my entrance, and instead of giggling with him about it, all I wanted to do was get the hell away from him, away from what had just happened.
Mistake.
“Sophia—”
“Don’t. Don’t fucking call me that,” I snapped as I lifted myself to my feet. The skin on my elbows stung, and I focused on the feeling of that instead of the ache that was growing intensely within my chest. “I need a towel.”
“I’m sorry?—”
“Towel,” I spat, turning to face him. Slowly, he lifted himself from the pool, water dripping down his calves.
