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

Even when I’m not remotely thinking about it, he’s being considerate and not letting my clothes get dirty. But I don’t have time to dwell on any kind of sweetness. Hudson skips right to the spice, lowering himself between my thighs.

His tongue on my skin is almost warmer than the fire beside me, licking down the center of my stomach. He pauses and teases my belly button and the lines of my hips, skipping down to my thighs and circling where I want him most without giving me the true satisfaction.

“Hudson,” I say, his whole name a moan in my mouth.

“Yes?”

I arch my hips up into his mouth. “You’re teasing me.”

He laughs into my thigh. “Yes, I am.”

“Cruel.”

“Genius,” he counters. “The longer I tease, the harder I get to make you come.”

I make a face. “But the faster you make me come, the more times I might be able to.”

His face lifts into the firelight, eyes dancing with mischief. “Are you negotiating your orgasms?”

“No, I’m begging you to put your mouth on me.”

“Mmm.” He touches his lips to my inner thigh. So, so close to where I want him. “A woman who knows what she wants. How can I refuse?”

Hudson licks into me like a man starving. There isn’t a slow build up or gentle touches like the first time he did this. This is all heat and fire and pure fucking sex. He doesn’t have to explore me nearly as much to know how to make me squirm, and his tongue somehow, impossibly, finds that place on my clit that feels so much better than everywhere else and focuses on it.

Swirling, licking, sucking. Every pull of his mouth makes it harder to breathe.

I can’t believe that I lived this long without experiencing this. But at the same time, I’m kind of glad that it happened this way. Because there’s no one I can imagine introducing me to a tongue in my pussy better than him.

Hudson’s hands scoop under my ass, lifting me higher into his embrace and seals his mouth over me entirely. Long, deep, suction that’s driving me fucking crazy. He has me on the edge, and I want to live here because it’s so fucking delicious.

This can’t get any better, this honey-drenched sunshine that he’s spilling into my veins.

And then it gets better.

He releases me with one hand, slipping one finger, and then two, directly into my pussy and curling them back. They glide inside me until my hips suddenly jerk in shock and a burst of inside pleasure that I’ve never felt before.

Hudson groans, swirling his tongue faster around my clit and using his fingers to fuck me in that exact spot. The world falls open like an earthquake—I’m exposed to the core of everything, pleasure seizing me and shaking me until I’m not even sure who I am anymore.

There’s so much fucking pleasure that I can’t even release the screams that are building in my chest. I’m taut and stretched, arched and balanced, hovering in the precious burst of light before I collapse through the pleasure and come back to earth.

I heave in a breath and stare at Hudson, who’s watching me with dark, lust-filled eyes. His mouth shines in the firelight. Shines with me. That alone is enough to turn me on again.

“I am very, very glad that you asked me to have a drink,” I tell him, voice rough and strained.

“Me too.”

Hudson stands and leans down to lift me off the ground. I don’t stop him as he carries me into the tent and lays me down. We both know what’s about to happen, and there’s no reason to say anything. All we do is kiss. Darker, deeper kisses than the ones that we shared this afternoon.

Just like earlier today, when Hudson’s hands are on me, all my anxiety that tends to grab me and hold me captive falls away. Nothing about my future or my parents matters—all I can feel is him. And that is incredible.

I’ve never had that. Ever. No matter what I’m doing or thinking, there’s always something else that I’m thinking about. I don’t stop moving, always going toward the next thing, always worrying about the next step in the plan.

Not tonight. Tonight I’m just going to let Hudson love me.

Love me.

He rolls a condom on, and we both groan when he presses into my pussy. He’s so fucking big and I’m aching from being used by him so much. And I don’t want to stop. I don’t ever want to fucking stop.

My voice finally makes itself heard, falling out of me in gasps as he pushes all the way in. He settles inside me, and I savor that feeling of complete fullness. Curling my legs up, I wrap my legs all the way around him so that I feel him even deeper.