Page 50 of One Quick Obsession

“Excuse me?”

“Sit on my face, Scar. I don’t want to have to tell you again.”

Eyes wide, I crawled up his body, pausing as he lapped at my nipples, tugging at the piercings.

He spanked me, and I laughed before moving forward to the edge of the bed.

“Hold on to the headboard if you have to but sit on my face.”

I looked my legs, at that bearded face of his, and pressed my lips together.

“You’re not going to suffocate me, Scarlett. And even if you do, it’s not a bad way to go.”

Laughing, I gripped the headboard, and did exactly what he asked, and sat on his face.

He held onto my thighs as I rocked myself over his face, knowing that I was going to come again, and probably fall into a puddle.

I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, instead, I just rocked my hips, letting his tongue spear me, and before I could think, I was coming again, this time falling back.

Somehow Hudson caught me, keeping me in his arms. I had never come on a man’s face like that, hadn’t known it was even possible, truly, but Hudson was something else. And then I was on my stomach, thighs pressed together, and he was sliding deep inside me.

We both froze, and I realized what we had forgotten.

“Fuck,” he growled. “Let me get a condom.”

I reached around, unable to speak for a moment, as I caught his wrist.

I was so full, nearly stretched to the limit at this angle. He had filled me with one thrust, and it felt like I could burst. “You don’t have to. I’m on birth control. I’m clean. I promise.”

Hudson let out a curse through gritted teeth as he dug his palms into my lower back and ass.

“I had a vasectomy a few years ago. It’s reversible, but I’m clean and I’m not going to get you pregnant. Not now.”

I didn’t know what the phrase “not now” did to me in that moment, but in the end, I lifted my hips slightly, drawing him deeper.

His piercing hit me and I nearly came again.

In his answer to my movement, he slid out of me, and before I could whimper at the loss, he thrust hard.

I gripped the duvet, hands shaking, as he slowly worked in and out of me, gently at first, before moving harder, faster. He pressed back to me, tangling one hand with my own, as he rocked his hips, both of us meeting each other thrust for thrust.

“You’re so fucking tight at this angle, Scarlett.”

“I can’t, I can’t,” I whispered.

He pulled out of me then, pushing me onto my back and sliding into me before I could even think.

“I’ve never fucked anyone bare before. You’re so fucking tight, so wet. I don’t think I could ever go back to normal.”

I looked up at him then, tears filling my eyes even though I hated myself for it. “I don’t think there is normal.”

He didn’t pause as he continued to thrust, but as he slid one of my legs up so my ankle was at his shoulder, he moved forward and took my lips.

“Never normal. Just us.”

And then he moved.

When I came again, clamping around his cock, he sped up, the bed rocking, and both of us clutching for each other.