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Hudson
The obnoxious sound of the Spice Girls blared through her wall into my room all morning long. She must have spent the time in the living room just to be able to sleep and exact her revenge at the same time. I’ll tell you what I want what I really really want. Fucking sleep!
My jealousy was clear to her, and I knew I should have left well enough alone, but when she said she didn’t want that block from last night and acted all jealous of the flashy groupie, I couldn’t hold back my triumphant smile. This in turn infuriated her and I paid the ultimate price, death by bleeding ears and not a lick of sleep. My hangover is a raging volcano as I sit here in the studio falling over on Nick’s shoulder every so often. My eyes are so heavy, and my brain is pounding. If I never see a shot of Jack again, I will die a happy man. Although Charlotte might be the death of me long before I get a chance at a drink again.
Marcus is going over our first performance which will be in three months and scolds us like the school children we acted like last night. It’s well deserved, and I take the lashings, doing the best I can to keep my eyes respectively open, while “if you wanna be my lova” plays on repeat in my aching head.
He grounds us to the studio, and I can’t say I blame him a bit. I finally sneak off to get some sleep and the boys have spent the time laying down tracks. It’s late and I find myself the only one in the recording box, which is fine by me. I’ll lay out my vocals for Marcus to have tomorrow, even if I have to work at it all night. I’m working on a song when Charlotte comes into the room on the other side of the glass. I didn’t expect to see anyone, let alone her, but I keep singing. A fight is brewing between us; it’s shining in her eyes. She thinks she won last night, but I will have the last word. When the end of the track clicks, I lift the headphones and hang them on the standing mic. Walking around the glass, I notice her squirm while she sits on the back table trying to be invisible. I’m not mad at her about this morning. I was being a jealous dick. I just couldn’t help myself. I actually love the way she fought back; that’s more Charlotte than it is Charlie and I live for it.
“Tell me, love, do you think your stunt was clever?”
“Why, yes, I think it was quite genius as a matter of fact.”
She looks at me with fire burning in her eyes and sass dripping from her lips. I growl my frustration and longing. I hate how much I want her; why the fuck can’t I just ignore her? I walk closer to the table, and she tips her chin up in defiance. When I reach her, I grab her by the waist and yank her until she’s pressed against my body. She gasps in surprise, but I soon feel her body relax in submission.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m teaching you a lesson, Charlotte. You can’t be a naughty girl and not suffer the consequences.”
I take her by the chin and tip my lips teasingly against hers, just grazing them without impact. Her breathing is hot and heavy, and her breath smells like bubble gum. I go in for a taste, and my tongue finds the prize. I steal it and break our kiss with a smile.
“What the actually fuck, Hudson?” She looks at me in confusion and boiling anger, but I simply smile, loving that I got a curse word out of her. I’m winning this round, my siren. But my cocky smile is soon locked to her luscious lips as she pulls me to her by the back of my neck and puts up a very enjoyable fight for the chewing gum.
I break the kiss with the gum between my teeth and watch her anger rise even higher.
“Charlotte, did you just say fuck?”
This earns a me a solid blush and a look that tells me I’m really getting under her skin now. Her lips are back on mine, and the vicious war continues with our teeth knocking against one another. She pulls me closer and successfully gets the gum back, but even though she’s won, she doesn’t stop kissing me. I feel it. The longing isn’t just one-sided. She wants me, and my dick hates me for what I’m about to do to us both.
I break our kiss again and place my forehead to hers and look into her eyes. So many different shades of blue, it’s almost like I’m falling deeper and deeper into the bottomless ocean.
“I’m sorry.”
“Sorry for what? Being a sore loser?”
This makes me laugh. We need to be serious, but she pops a bubble in my face to rub in her victory.
“I shouldn’t have kissed you.”
“I really wish you would stop apologizing. You’re the one that makes our good times feel wrong. I’ve enjoyed every single one of them, and I don’t apologize for liking it.”
She seems so confident in the moment I’m speechless. This is the Charlotte I know but also so much more.
“You know I’m leaving to tour and I’ll likely never settle in one place like Simone does.”
“Yep. I do believe I’ve always known that about you, and I’ve never asked for more. Or are you too dense to remember that?”
I press her to me harder, punishing us both. My body is at war with my mind, and my dick is winning.
“Your awfully feisty all of a sudden.”
“Not sudden, and not feisty, I think horny is the word you’re looking for.” She says this, pulling my hair and trailing the words to my ear. I am rock-hard, and I know she feels it because she wraps her legs around me and pulls just a little. Her eyes light up and I’m done. Done fighting her, done fighting my body, and so fucking done with these clothes between us. There is just one thing I need to be crystal clear.
“So, what then, we have our fun as friends until I leave and part as same?”
“Yep, no harm, only humping.”
“Well, how the fuck can I say no to that?” I seal my lips to hers and lean in, hungry. I take off her shirt and to my happy surprise find no bra in my way to her silver-studded buttons. As soon as my mouth is on her, she moans. I grab her other breast and relish in her joy. I love making this woman come. If I could only do that for one woman, it would be her. Now that we have an agreement of sorts, I’m going to finally take my time. I worship her body, slowly stripping her of every article of clothing, and dive into her center with more pleasure than I thought possible. Her sweet taste fills my senses, and she grinds against me as she pulls and tugs on my hair. She’s still a bit angry, but this is a punishment I will happily take. When she comes I almost blow in my jeans. Never has that happened and it’s not fucking happening tonight, damn it.
I feel an energetic hunger and climb the table like an animal after my prey. She widens for me in welcome and almost laughs at the fact we’re on another table, but whatever Charlotte wants Charlotte gets. I slip on a condom from my wallet and line up to her soaking center. She grabs my ass and pulls me in deep. The room fills with my loud moan, and suddenly she’s pushing her lace knickers inside my mouth. Gritting my teeth against them and loving every second, I slowly start to pound into her. Deep, slow, but very hard thrust after thrust until she’s being too loud and begging me to go faster. I wait just a beat, drawing out the moment but soon can’t help myself, and the end is fast and ferocious. She bites my shoulder to stifle her cry, and we unfold together. Soon she’s kissing along the bite marks she surely left, but I hope they stay forever. A reward for all my lonely nights, something I’ll damn sure never forget. I pick her up and hold her against me, and she takes the lace out of my mouth.
“I’m nowhere near done with you, gorgeous.”
She moans her response and I help her back into her t-shirt and jeans, hurry into mine, and we head for my flat as fast as possible. I’m not running or pushing her away anymore. I’m taking every minute she’ll give me and making her come at least a dozen more times tonight.
