The Charmer (Harbor City 2)

Gripping his cock as best she could through his jeans and squeezed. “You feel pretty hot already.”

He let out a tortured groan and lifted his hips above the chair, giving her just enough room to yank down his jeans and boxers. His cock sprung free. Thick and hard, it made her mouth water, and she wanted nothing more than to drop to her knees and wrap her lips around it. Instead, she waited, her hands at her sides.

“Are you trying to kill me, Matches?”

Looking at him from beneath her lashes, she took in the way his body had gone hard everywhere and the barely leashed predatory tension wafting from him. It was mesmerizing. “Maybe a little.”

One side of his mouth curled up. “You want me to tell you what I want?”

“Sound familiar?” As if seeing him naked in front of her wasn’t enough to make her slick with desire, the memory of that first night in her bed had her gripping his thighs to steady herself.

He took in a sharp intake of breath and let it out with a strangled groan. “It’s not nice to use my own words against me, but if you’re going to, I want you to kiss the tip. Make out with it.”

She’d thought she’d been wet before. She was wrong. That one demand had her squeezing her thighs together to alleviate some of the pressure building up in her core.

“Open your eyes,” she said, her voice husky with need.

He did and the primal lust she saw in them nearly made her forget her plan to make him lose control and drop the charmer facade. This was the

real Hudson. The one who made her heart rate speed up and confess whatever color of panties she was wearing. He was passionate, demanding, and ready to lay her across the nearest flat surface and fuck her silly—but not yet. He was holding on to his self-control, but it was a battle. His every ragged breath and the tension in his forearms leaving his veins popping out showed just how much.

Lowering herself to her knees, she wrapped her fingers around the base, her fingers almost meeting, and kissed the head—slow, feathery soft, and with just enough suction to make him jerk against her lips.

“Fuck.” He let out a harsh groan as he watched her, his focus zeroed in on her mouth making out with his cock. “That’s good.”

“How about this?” Maintaining eye contact she sucked him further in her mouth until he hit the back of her throat and she swallowed.

Judging by the stream of nonsensical words that came out of his mouth, his voice rough and desperate, he must have liked it a lot. His warm cock pulsed in her hand still wrapped around the base as she slid her mouth back up his shaft before stopping at the head to swirl her tongue around it and then repeating the process. She engulfed him a little bit more each time until her lips were flush with his balls. Tension kept him strung tight beneath her as she held herself there, longer than she thought she could, and reached out with the tip of her tongue to lap at his balls.

Suddenly, his fingers were in her hair, lifting her head up enough that he had room to withdraw and thrust inside her mouth, filling her up. This was it. This was what they both wanted—that moment when it wasn’t about her needs or his wants, it was about their hunger. Primal in nature and focused on only taking each other higher, it sent a flash of pleasure through her that left her entire body trembling with desire. Pulling away from his fingers wrapped around her hair and letting his engorged cock go was not about to happen, though, she loved having him like this too much. So she slipped her hand beneath the elastic waistband of her panties and slid them between her needy folds, slick with lust.

“Yeah, that’s it,” Hudson said, his voice strained as he slowed his hips so that each stroke of his dick was as unhurried as it was deep. “Touch that clit.”

She did, running her fingertip over it in measured strokes that matched the pace he was maintaining with his dick. Wet. She was so fucking wet and so turned on that even the slightest brush against her clit pushed her right to the edge of coming.

“I want to feel you come while my cock is in your mouth.”

The words were such a turn-on but not as much as the tone—rough and tinged with desperation. This is what she wanted from him, for him, to be right on the edge with her.

“Look at how fast your fingers are moving underneath that lace.” He released her hair and moved his hands so they cupped either side of her face. “So fucking hot.”

Close. She was so close. The combination of his dick in her mouth, her fingers on her clit, and the dirty words coming out of his mouth had her toeing the edge of oblivion. The tightness in her body turned electric as she chased her climax, building and growing with every push of his hips and circle of her fingers. Her thighs trembled. Her core clenched and released in an ever-increasing rhythm. Her pulse rushing in her ears drowned out everything else but the sound of Hudson’s voice.

“Touch that clit until you come, Felicia. I want to feel you moan around me.”

He rocked forward, thrusting into her mouth right as her orgasm hit and she screamed, the sound muffled by his hard length before he withdrew. As she floated down from the high of her climax, he hooked his hands under her arms and lifted her to a standing position. It couldn’t have taken a lot of effort on his part, she was so blissed out he could have walked her into the desert without sunscreen and she would have gone without a fight. The next thing she knew, her feet were dangling in the air as he lifted her up onto the kitchen island, pushing everything to the side. The coldness of the granite on her ass—thanks for the coverage, thong—brought her down to reality quickly.

“I would love to give you more time to recover from that hot-as-hell orgasm,” he said, stepping between her legs. “But if you don’t get the rest of your clothes off right now, I’m going to rip them off.”

Still riding the rush, she put her hands behind her, palms flat on the island, and arched her back to push her breasts forward as far as possible. “And here I thought you only charmed women’s panties off.”

He hooked a finger into the waistband of her thong, setting off a shiver that made her core clench. “Last chance, Matches.”

It was tempting, but it wasn’t going to happen. She liked this intense, hungry version of Hudson, and she wasn’t done teaching him a lesson.

She wagged a finger at him. “You weren’t supposed to touch. Now we have to try the experiment all over again.”

He got a look in his eyes that sent a thrill through her. “We’re gonna do a lot of things tonight, but stopping me from touching you isn’t one of them.” He yanked hard against the lace of her thong, ripping it in two. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”