Misconception (Coming Home)

Hudson has ruined me for all other men.

My hands grip the sheets as I let him have his way with me. When he lifts his head to look at me, it takes massive effort to pull air into my lungs. His blue eyes sparkle as the corner of his mouth tilts into a grin.

“You ready for more?”

“There’s more?” I ask stupidly. I’m not even sure how I’m talking, let alone comprehending what he just did to my body, combined with how close he is.

“Yeah, baby.” His grin grows. “There’s more.”

“Are you ready for more?” I ask out of nowhere.

“I’ve been ready, Riley.”

“How long?” My heart hammers in my chest as I wait for his reply. It’s more than just the orgasm causing this reaction. He said he crushed on me when we were kids, but I need to hear it again. I need that validation.

“Years.” He leans in and kisses me, and the alcohol on his breath is a reminder that if he wasn’t intoxicated, this wouldn’t be happening. But I’m more than ready for more. I’m ready for anything and everything he’s willing to give me. I don’t know what tomorrow will bring, but I do know that he’s leaving for a year, and who knows how things will go when he returns. If he even remembers this night.

Hot tears prick my eyes. I close them tight, pushing them down deep. I’m taking tonight selfishly and with no regrets.

I’ve never been a rule-breaker, but I know letting this go any further while he’s not firing on a clear mind is wrong, but I crave his touch.

I can’t turn back now.

I won’t.

Consequences be damned.

That’s why when he settles his body over mine, I don’t hesitate to wrap my legs around his waist and pull him closer. His glassy eyes find mine, and something passes between us. I can’t explain it, but whatever it is puts my mind at ease as I reach up and run my fingers through his hair.

When he dips his head, his lips find mine, and as if we’ve been doing this same dance for years now, he easily pushes his hips forward and slides inside me. He stills, breaking the kiss and resting his forehead against mine. “So good,” he rumbles, the sound vibrating his chest that’s currently pressed against my own.

I close my eyes and just feel. I feel his hot breath fan across my face. I feel his hard naked body pressed to mine. I feel him inside me. I’m not sure where he ends, and I begin, and I find myself wishing and wanting this to be my last first time.

“Riley.”

My eyes pop open at the sound of his voice. He’s watching me closely. I wish I knew what he was looking for. “Hudson.” I smile up at him. I hope it’s convincing. It’s not that I’m not happy, but I’m also sad that there is a real possibility that this is not only a one-time thing, but when he comes home a year from now, he will have forgotten all about this moment.

“Need your eyes on me,” he rasps.

My reply is a subtle nod, but it must be good enough because he begins to move. Slow, torturous thrusts are his tactic while staring deep into my eyes. Emotions clog my throat with each stroke.

“You’re beautiful.”

His words have hot tears burning my eyes. I blink hard to keep them at bay and still maintain eye contact. He wants my eyes on him, but I want that too. I want to memorize this night.

He’s taking his time with me, and while I appreciate that, it’s hitting me right in the center of my chest. My heart can’t take it. I need to move the narrative forward. “Faster.” My words are followed by my legs falling to the bed, giving him the room and the permission to change things up.

“Faster, huh?” He grins as he pulls out and slams back in. This time, he’s picking up the pace. He grabs my legs and tosses them over his shoulders, gripping my calves as he finds his new faster rhythm.

I grapple for the sheets, needing to hold something to keep me grounded from the force of his thrusts. “Don’t stop.” My words are breathy and pleading as my body begins to burn. I can feel my release building.

“So.” Thrust. “Fucking.” Thrust. “Good.” Thrust.

My breath stalls in my chest as the burning deep in my core intensifies. I’m so close. My body stands on the edge of the desired cliff, and I’m ready to jump, but then again, I’m not. I’m not ready for this to end. I want to stay connected to him like this.

“Fuck, your pussy is squeezing my cock like a vise,” he announces. “I need you there, Riles. I need you to come all over my cock.” He never once breaks his stride as he continues to take my body to heights it’s never seen.