The Charmer (Harbor City 2)

She did, the move spreading her legs even farther as she continued to slide her fingers over herself, coming close to her clit but not touching it. If she did, she’d come before they even got started.

“That’s it, Matches.” He wrapped his hands around her ankles, his tight grip holding her in place. “Play with that pretty pink pussy. Does it feel good?”

“Yes.” It did. So fucking good to have him watch her sink a finger inside, then a second.

“Does it taste good?”

Keeping her gaze on him, she lifted her glistening fingers to her mouth

and slid them across her parted lips. “You tell me.”

She didn’t have to ask twice. He let out a curse under his breath and was out of the chair in a heartbeat, looming over her, his hands planted on the bed on either side of her shoulders but not touching. The look he gave her as he stared at her mouth almost undid her. Dominating. Possessive. Furious in its hunger. This wasn’t a lesson. It was Hudson in all of his sexy, no-holds-barred glory. This wasn’t the part of himself that he showed the rest of the world. This was for her. And just that fast she was on the edge, her body quivering as an electric ball tightened and grew inside her.

“Don’t you dare stop stroking yourself,” he ordered, every part of his body tight with the obvious effort not to touch her yet. “And you better not come—not until I say you can.”

If he wanted her not to come, that was the very wrong thing to say. “Why not?”

“Because I want to watch as your pussy clenches around your fingers so tight as you scream knowing that that is exactly what’s going to happen a few minutes later when my dick is buried balls deep in you.” Then, he licked the juices off her lips with slow, deliberate strokes before taking her mouth, claiming it in a short, rough kiss before shoving down his boxers and sitting back down in the chair.

Heart pounding, fingers slipping because she was so wet, she watched as he fucked his hand at a measured, deliberate pace. The head of his cock gleamed with pre-come, more with every lazy stroke.

“You like watching me.”

“Yes.” It came out more moan than word.

“I love watching you,” he said, his voice strained. “In fact, I want a better view.”

Leaving the chair, he lowered himself to his knees, his ass resting against his heels, so that his face was at the same level as her wet, glistening folds. “Look at how you take those fingers. Everything’s so wet, so swollen. You’re close, aren’t you?”

She couldn’t say anything, just mewl her answer as the vibrations in her thighs grew stronger. She couldn’t look at him anymore. The stark want on his face was hotter than anything else, and she’d come if she didn’t close her eyes.

“That’s it. Just a little longer. Draw it out, Matches. Let me watch you.”

Hot. So fucking hot. With her eyes squeezed shut, she tried to forestall the inevitable even as her body chased it. Then, she felt something new. Something decadent and delicious. The soft wetness of Hudson’s tongue against her asshole as he flicked his tongue against the sensitive spot and circled to hit every nerve. She nearly came off the bed as pleasure ricocheted through her. She didn’t know where it was coming from, it was just all encompassing and overwhelming.

“Hudson,” she cried out, her orgasm so close it was as if her legs had gone electric.

The firm pressure of his thumb replaced his tongue, dipping inside her as she stroked her folds. “What do you need?”

“To come.” Beads of sweat dotted her body. Desperate, so fucking desperate.

“Then do it.” He punctuated his words by sliding his thumb inside her right as her fingertips grazed her swollen, needy clit.

It was as if the world stopped and then exploded around them in a billion neon pieces. Her orgasm didn’t just curl her toes, it made her entire body seize with pleasure so rich, so intense that she lost the ability to hear or see or do anything else but feel. She’d just started to come down when Hudson grabbed her hips and flipped her over so she was on her belly.

“I want you just like that.” He smacked her ass, the sting going straight to her clit.

Looking over her shoulder, she barely recognized the man behind her ripping open the condom wrapper as he climbed onto the bed behind her, his legs spread wide so he straddled her thighs. Any pretense at being Mr. Above-It-All-Charming was gone. There was a single-focused desperation in every taut line of his body, and it was all centered on her. He rolled on the condom with the efficiency of a man on the edge and grabbed her hips. He didn’t yank her up and back, though. Instead, he pressed her hard into the mattress and slid his iron-hard cock inside her with one long thrust.

“Damn, you’re so tight.” He rocked back and then slammed forward. “I’m not going to last long. That show was too fucking good and totally worth it.”

He wasn’t going to last long? She was already on the edge again.

“Harder.”

“That’s how you want it?” He moved a hand from her hip to the small of her back, pressing her down and changing the angle so he hit just the right spot with every single hard stroke.

“Yes.” She pushed back against him.