Fake Love - For Now (Big Men of Blue Mountain 3)

“I’m also patient.”

“Good.” I can’t keep the smile off my face, and I tuck myself in tighter to his body as I let myself drift away into sleep.

The light seems extra bright when I open my eyes. Should daylight be that bright? It must be the remnants of the whiskey. My mouth is a little dry, and I’m squinting, but otherwise I can live with this.

Beside me, breath still deep and even, is Hudson. He’s just as fucking beautiful in his sleep as when he’s awake and looking at me. I’m still in disbelief that I even did that. Hot sex with men I barely know isn’t one of the things that I do regularly. What the hell—I never do it. The two guys I slept with before were a guy from high school that I’d known for years and one of my classmates that I dated for a while in college.

Other than that, I’d just been too busy, and my vibrator generally did a better job anyway.

There’s no vibrator that would compare to Hudson. That’s for sure. I’m pretty confident that his cock is actually a magic wand that grants orgasms to girls like me. And I’m glad that my vibrator gets to stay in my suitcase this weekend.

Speaking of Hudson’s incredible cock, the blanket beside me is far taller than it should be. And suddenly my mouth is no longer dry. He worshipped my body in ways that I didn’t know it could be worshipped. Time for me to repay a little of that favor.

Ducking under the covers, the dim morning light filtering through the blanket shows me his cock, totally hard and raising the fabric. Perfect. To be honest, he’s thick enough that I don’t know how much of him will fit. But I can still make him feel good.

His cock bobs when I touch it with my tongue, reacting to the pure sensation. I take him into my mouth, and he stirs. He’s hot and hard in my mouth, and obviously bigger than any other cock I’ve had in my mouth. This is one thing that I know that I’m good at.

I roll my tongue under the tip of him, sucking deeper, barely taking any of him in before my mouth is full. Slowly, I start a rhythm, driving down onto him and pulling back, making sure that my lips never leave his skin.

When he wakes, I know. There’s a low groan, and he startles. His voice is rough and dark with sleep and probably the same hangover that I have. “Erin?”

I make a sound around his cock, and he groans again. “What are you doing?”

“If that’s not obvious,” I release him long enough to say, “Then I’m not doing a good enough job.”

Hudson throws the covers back, looking down at me with eyes still dusted with sleep and filled with lust. I don’t break the stare as I push down again, and his eyes roll back in his head. “Jesus fuck.”

I laugh around his shaft and stick my ass up in the air, wiggling it around so he can see it, and I swear he gets even harder in my mouth. Using my tongue, I swirl around his head until I focus on that spot I know every man loves. Just underneath. I work it the way he worked my clit, and it’s barely a minute before his muscles are tensing, leaning down to grab my hair and guide me deeper.

But I pull back. This is my game now. Releasing his shaft entirely, I lift his cock out of the way and lock eyes with him as I put his balls in my mouth. Hudson’s eyes go wide, and I suck gently, and then harder, stroking his shaft as I do.

I imagine what he’s seeing right now—my face barely visible between his legs as I suck that secret part of him. The image of it makes me wet, and the wiggling of my ass isn’t a show anymore, it’s to get any kind of friction between my legs because this is turning me on.

Moving my mouth back to his cock, I drive myself down onto him until I can’t take anymore. My lips are stretched tight over his skin, and he curses loudly. “Get the fuck up here, Erin, before I come.”

“Isn’t that the point?” I ask with a grin before licking him like a lollipop. Or a cock ice cream cone. I would eat ice cream off this dick. If I was only allowed to eat ice cream off his cock for the rest of my life, I would say ‘yes, please,’ and ‘thank you.’

“It’s not the point when you haven’t come yet.”

I raise an eyebrow and smirk at him. “That can come later.”

“Or it could come now.” He grabs my arms and pulls me up his body.