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“Shit, baby,” he rasps, “you’re killing me.”
I draw my lips up his length, pop them as they slide over his mushroom head, and leave my mouth empty only long enough to shoot him a coy smile before I fit his length snugly in my mouth again, applying more suction this time.
I can feel him beginning to unravel as I suck him with more intensity. I can feel his heartbeat from the way his cock pulses and throbs in my mouth, I can feel the growing tension of climax coiling inside him from the way his hands grip harder in my hair, from the way his breathing grows ragged, from the curses and grunts spilling from his lips.
Hudson’s reached his breaking point. His hips start to thrust back and forth, fucking my mouth.
“Touch yourself,” he commands, his words raw and tight. “Rub your sweet little pussy and get yourself off while I fuck this mouth.”
Suddenly it feels like our roles have reversed and he’s in control. I obey, sliding my right hand underneath my shorts and toying with my clit. Waves of pleasure hurtle through me. The sensation makes my lips tighten, which makes Hudson piston his hips faster and harder back and forth.
My eyes clench shut. I’m overwhelmed with sensation. My hand is working fast between my legs. The sound of my wetness mixes with Hudson’s rough grunting and cursing. Tears spill over the creases of my eyes as Hudson’s grip pulls harder at my hair, his orgasm imminent.
Pleasure unfurls in my chest as I come. I reach behind Hudson and grab a hold of his firm, hard ass to keep myself steady on my knees. Once the waves of orgasm subside, Hudson roars as he unloads his hot release into my mouth. I take every drop of it down my throat as aftershocks of bliss continue to pulse through me.
I let myself slide backwards onto my rear end to catch my breath. The sensory overload has me dazzled and lightheaded.
My head spins. I take in the sight of Hudson standing with his shirt off, his boxer briefs clinging on halfway down his legs, his jeans still bunched at his ankles, his jaw slack with exhaustion, his still swollen cock now hanging more limply between his legs.
His eyes focus on me, and he beams a smile. He pulls his boxers up but steps out of his jeans. With one stride he’s beside me, dipping down to gather me up in his arms. I snuggle against his warm, hard, tattooed body. He presses a kiss onto my lips, soft and tender.
He sets me down on my bed and then goes to my door and let Salsa back in—who, of course, drags her box back in with her. I giggle at the cute sight, and at the equally-cute vexed expression in Hudson’s face as his eyes dart between Salsa’s obsession with the box and the pile of ignored toys he carried over in it.
When he settles next to me on top of my bed, I run my palm over his firm chest and playfully sooth him. “I’m sure she’ll get interested in those toys eventually.”
“No you’re not,” he deadpans.
All I can do is laugh. “Want to watch a movie?” I ask, reaching for my laptop.
He grunts affirmatively—I’ve gotten good at reading Hudson’s grunts—while he wraps his heavy arm around my shoulder, pulling me close. I pick a movie to watch and angle the laptop so we can both see.
I rest my head against the grumpy goalie’s chest. For the first time, I feel three words crawling up my tongue, words I feel deep inside about Hudson, but know I can’t say. Not yet.
37
SUMMER
“He came to my rehearsal.”
Olivia’s words, flat and deadpan, pull my attention from my laptop screen as I sit at the café of the Last Word bookshop.
“Who?” I ask, though the look on my best friend’s face gives a pretty big tint. “A Hollywood talent scout who’s about to offer you a leading role in a big budget movie?”
Olivia’s lip curls out and her gaze narrows on me as she plops her bookbag on her side of the table and pulls out the chair to take a seat. “You know who.”
“Tuck?” I ask, his name bringing a coy smile to my lips.
“Don’t smile like that,” Olivia wastes no time reprimanding me.
Her command, of course, only makes my smile curl higher. For a while I didn’t think Tuck had a shot winning Olivia over, not with her longstanding hatred of hockey players, but now that I’ve seen how nice a guy Tuck is underneath that cocky exterior of his … I don’t know.
I could see his hot southern charm thawing Olivia’s icy heart.
“Guess what he said when I asked him what he was doing there.” Olivia’s voice is dripping with disdain, and something tells me I’m going to laugh at the answer, drawing more of her ire down on me.
“What?” I ask, my lips already twitching.
Her nose crinkles. “He told me he was there because he’s a thespian connoisseur.”
