Page 63 of One Quick Obsession

I shivered in his hold even as the water began to heat, but I didn’t need anything else but his touch in this moment.

When he continued to circle his fingers, pressing that small bundle of nerves, my toes curled, and I rocked myself on his hand.

He moved his mouth down, over my jaw, nibbling gently, before taking one nipple into his mouth and sucking. He twisted his lips in a way I hadn’t even thought possible, and then I was coming, riding his hand as he continued to fuck me with his fingers.

“I love watching you come. Your eyes get all hazy, and your mouth parts.”

“I would be embarrassed, but I just had an orgasm and can’t really think about much else.”

“That’s my girl.”

I held back a sigh at that, unsure what to say. Because him calling me his? That did something to me that worried me.

Because I was falling in love with Hudson Cage, and it had nothing to do with how he worked my body. But dear God, this man could work my body.

In answer, I went to my tiptoes, letting his fingers slide out of my cunt, before moving so I could go to my knees.

“I don’t want you to hurt yourself in here,” he warned as he took my hair in his fist, guiding me to his rock-hard cock.

“You say that as if you’re not eager for my mouth on your dick.” I cupped him then, letting his balls sit comfortably in the palm of my hand as the water began to get into my eyes. Without another word, he shifted slightly, blocking the stream of water so I could see, and my heart did that pitter-pat thing again. Of course he would notice, and of course he would fix it.

Because that was Hudson. Always trying to fix things even when it wasn’t his fault.

It was no wonder that I was falling in love with this man.

He leaned down and played with the piercing on my nipples, and I remembered the last time he had done that with his tongue, making me come from that alone. I had never come from breast play before, but here I was, continuingly to do so. This man was my menace. My drug.

And I wanted more.

Only I was afraid of what would happen if I asked for it.

With a grin on my face, I licked at the ring at the tip of his dick, and he moaned. His fist tightened around my hair, and I continued my exploration.

I loved going down on Hudson. Yes, his cock was slightly too big for my mouth, and my jaw always ached afterwards, but then he’d take care of me, and I wouldn’t care about the inconvenience. But whenever I was on my knees in front of him, he let me pretend I was in control for those few moments. And as someone who constantly needed to be in control of her own life, at work, in reality, and everything connected, it was nice to give in. Because I was the one leading his orgasm, but he was the one guiding my head. As if he were reading my thoughts, he tilted my head slightly, and I opened my mouth, letting him guide himself in. I flattened my tongue as the tip of his cock and the ring hit the back of my throat.

“I’ll have to take that out if we ever want to go harder,” he teased.

I nodded, even as my mouth widened around the length of him, and continued to bob my head. When he angled my head once more, keeping me steady, I looked up at him, mouth wide, as he fucked my mouth, slowly, and then a little harder. The piercing didn’t hurt when it was angled. It didn’t catch on anything. If anything, I loved the fact that I could slightly feel it as I swirled around his dick. And when I contracted those muscles, he moaned, as if nearly on the edge. Kneeling at his feet, I spread my legs and then slid my free hand down to cup my breast, tugging on my nipple rings.

He grinned at me, moving quicker, as he ran his fingers along my jaw, then my neck, as if gently preparing me for his onslaught.

When I knew he was nearly there, I sucked harder, hollowing my throat, but then he moved back, not letting himself finish.

I wanted to pout, but I couldn’t think, instead I was on my feet again, breasts pressed hard against the glass of the shower, and before I could say anything, I was on my tiptoes, and he was spreading me. He slammed into me from behind, one stroke that nearly sent me over the edge, and I placed my palms on the glass, trying to keep steady.

“I want to come inside you. While I love coming down that pretty throat of yours, I want you to feel my come in that sweet cunt, knowing I’m the one that filled you up. Do you want that? Do you want my cum dripping down your thighs?”

“Just get on with it,” I bit out, teasing.

He leaned forward, gently grazing his teeth along my shoulder, before he pulled back out and slammed into me again.

I gasped, trying to find purchase on the wet wall, but then he was there, keeping me steady. I knew Hudson would never let me fall. And when he pounded into me from behind, I arched my back, needing him to go even deeper. He licked up my spine, and I shivered, needing more.

“I’ll keep you steady, use one hand to play with your clit. I want to see your ass move as I fuck you.”

My pussy clenched as my breath quickened. “The way that you talk makes me want to come right here and now.”

“I’m not stopping you, Scar.”