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When the semester is over, the end date we agreed upon when this whole thing started, I’m sure he’ll tell me what he wants. If he doesn’t want what I want—and already my chest feels tight thinking about it—it’ll be better to confront that disappointed when our fake relationship is over, rather than facing it now and still having to keep up appearances.
Then my phone pings with a text notification. It’s Hudson sending me a picture of two birds snuggled against each other inside the hallow of a tree, their heads nuzzling together.
He follows it with a message.
Hudson
Reminded me of us.
My heart flutters, warmth spreads through my chest, and my smile tugs so high and broad on my lips that I don’t think I could weigh it down with dumbbells.
The grumpiest goalie in college hockey is sending me cute animal pictures randomly and telling me they make him think about us.
Maybe I was worrying about nothing just a second ago. Maybe it’s time to come clean with how I feel about Hudson and trust that he feels the same way.
I think back to those three words that were bouncing around in my head and tugging at my tongue the other day in my room.
Maybe the day where I can say those words to Hudson isn’t so far away.
38
HUDSON
“Harder,” she pleads.
Fuck, she’s insatiable tonight. “You sure you can handle it, baby?” I ask, my voice ragged over short breaths as I piston my hips behind her, plunging into her soaking wet pussy, driving so deep that my muscular hips smack against her soft, heart-shaped ass.
I’m already not holding back much. But I am holding back a little.
She answers by casting a glance back at me over her shoulders, a challenging glimmer in her eyes, and then pushes her hips back to meet me mid-thrust.
That’s all the encouragement I need.
I give her what she wants, thrusting into her with everything I have. Her pussy grips around me even tighter, and after a couple thrusts there’s a tightness in my balls that tells me I’m not going to last much longer.
“You take my cock so fucking good, Summer,” I say in a daze, unable to think of anything except how deep I’m thrusting into her, or how good the walls of her pussy feel gripping my cock, or the pillowy softness of her round ass.
The pressure low in my core is growing, spreading, the tendrils of an even more intense pleasure slowly spreading through me. My release is close, and as much as I’d love to draw this out and prolong the bliss of being buried to the hilt inside Summer, there’s no way my hips would listen to any commands to slow down.
Summer’s grabbed two handfuls of my sheets, so tightly that one of the corners has come loose. Her moans are muffled as she buries her face into my pillow.
“Oh, fuck,” she gasps. “There, right there, right there …”
My fingertips sink into the softness of her hips as I keep thrusting at the exact pace and angle that drew that plea.
It only takes a couple more pumps to make her unravel. She falls apart underneath me, squirming with the ecstasy of her release. Her pussy clenches tight around my cock, and I tumble over the edge.
Pleasure roars through me, making me clench my jaw and my eyes so tight that I see starbursts dancing on the backs of my eyelids. A rough, coarse groan rumbles in my throat as I unload into my condom. My ejaculation is thick and strong, gobs of cum pulsing from my shaft, utterly draining me.
I let myself fall forward, my chest meeting her back with a slick thwack, both of us covered in sweat. Summer’s limbs feel like jelly underneath me. She lets out a giddy laugh and just says, “Wow.” To which I can only grunt in agreement.
About twenty minutes later, after I’ve finally built up the strength to get up and grab a towel for us, we’re getting dressed.
We’re both hungry after that intense sex session, so we’re going to get an early dinner from the ramen restaurant. Summer told me she saw the owner in Last Word bookshop the other day, gazing longingly at Cindy, the owner.
I could only laugh. I told her I don’t think that Kazu is the type of guy to gaze longingly at anyone.
Then again, a couple months ago, I would’ve sworn up and down that the same thing was true of me. Summer changed all that. So, what the hell, maybe Kazu was gazing longingly at the boisterous bookshop owner. Stranger things have happened, and more opposite opposites have attracted.
