“I’m coming,” I gasp, my cum filling Hudson.
“I win.” Hud laughs through a moan, coming right as my orgasm finishes draining me.
His cum stripes my chest, his body shuddering with each pulse of his release.
Hudson slows to a stop, his chest heaving and sweat dripping from his temples. I cup his cheeks and bring his lips to mine, kissing him tenderly, my nose brushing his.
“I love you.”
“Mmm.”
It’s all he can get out right now, and it makes me smile.
“I think we should be fashionably late to things more often,” I joke, swiping away some of the moisture from Hudson’s brow.
“Hard pass. Being late gives me anxiety.”
Hud eases off my lap, climbs back into the passenger seat, and reaches for his clothes. I open the console and snag a few drive-thru napkins and clean the mess off my torso.
“But orgasms are great for your brain,” I explain. “You get a hit of dopamine along with all those other feel good-chemicals that flood your brain.”
Hud chuckles and shakes his head, smoothing out the wrinkles on his polo. “You listen to your dad too much.”
I shrug. “He has good knowledge of these things.”
Once I get my own clothes back on, I fix my seat and get us back on the road.
“Oh damn, I didn’t mean to leave such a big hickey.” Hud rubs the tender spot on my neck with his thumb, his smile not sorry about it at all.
“Yours is bigger.”
He pulls down the visor and looks in the mirror. “Damn, it looks like I got mauled by an algae eater.”
“Maybe a Hudson eater,” I joke.
Hud laughs and shakes his head, getting out of the car after I park on the curb in front of Archer’s house.
We walk hand in hand through the front door, scoping out the place and looking for our friends. As usual, we find them posted up in the kitchen avoiding the chaotic dancing in the living room.
“The party is finally here,” Archer hollers over the loud beat of the music thumping through the house. He claps my hand, pulling me into a quick hug before doing the same with Hud.
“Holy crap,” Hadley says, coming up to examine her brother’s neck. Hudson adjusts his collar trying to hide the purple bruise, his cheeks going red. “You let Cullen do that to you?”
“He started it,” I announce, proudly tilting my head to the side so everyone can see who owns me.
Matt and a couple of other guys from the soccer team come over, everyone gawking at our love marks.
Hud clears his throat. “That reminds me. I uh… need the bathroom.”
“Oh, ew,” Hadley complains, her nose scrunched.
I just smirk while Hud scurries away down the hallway, leaving me to fight off the Nosy Nancys myself.
“Geez, you guys act like you’ve never gotten a hickey before.” I roll my eyes and grab a plastic cup from the counter, filling it with whatever red concoction is chilling in the bowl.
Hadley cocks a brow, her hands on her hips.
Right. Hadley and I never gave each other hickeys, but I spot the small faded bruise just above the neckline of her dress, and return her raised eyebrow.
