Page 52 of Claiming Lily

“I like it when you try to boss me around.” His hand finds my hip, and he guides me back inside the bathroom, kicking the door closed behind us. “But I heard you loud and clear, baby.”

“Apparently not because I said after the party.” My voice is breathy as my stomach flutters.

His hand locks around my throat, not tight enough to restrict my breathing, but firm enough to make my pulse race against the pad of his thumb. “I can’t live with myself knowing you’ve been desperate for a good fuck and it’s all my fault.”

“Desperate is a strong word.” My voice is barely a whisper as he finds the zipper of my outfit, his knuckles dragging over my skin as he unzips me.

“Desperate.” His lips coast over mine without quite making contact.

My breath skips as he smooths his palm over my shoulders, sliding the outfit down my body.

“Needy.” He licks across my lower lip, and his other hand cups me through the fabric of my panties. “Wet.”

I all but whine at the slight pressure.

“That’s it, Lily, I’ve got you,” he murmurs, grinding the heel of his hand against me. “Are you on birth control? Clean?”

“Yes,” I breathe as pleasure rolls down my spine.

“Fuck, baby, that’s what I wanted to hear. I want you bare, Lily.”

Nothing has ever sounded better. “Me too,” I confess, coasting my hand down his stomach. I make quick work of undoing the band of his pants. “But we shouldn’t. There are people outside.”

Hudson tugs my thong down, exposing me. “It’s probably a bad idea,” he agrees, kissing me, fingers flexing on my throat as he teases my clit. “Fuck, baby, you’re going to drench me.”

I hum and shove his pants and boxers down, trying to focus while he rolls his thumb over my bundle of nerves.

Someone knocks on the door.

“Go away!” we both shout.

Hudson looks at me with a grin that steals my heart. I wrap my fingers around his length, shocked to find piercings running up and down.

“A Jacob’s ladder? Naughty boy,” I breathe, stroking him as excitement shoots through my veins. I’ve never been with someone with piercings.

“Thought you might like that.”

“I do,” I murmur, stroking his dick. His mouth falls open with a soft groan, but even with my fist pumping up and down, he stays focused on getting me ready, though I don’t need much help. I swear I’m so needy from a week of sexual tension torture that I could come right now.

Two fingers push inside me, making me gasp. He steals the sound with a kiss. His fingers curl and my grip falters. He smirks against my mouth, making the same motion a few more times while his thumb smooths tight circles over my clit until I’m making sounds that will definitely embarrass me tomorrow, but tonight, I can’t be bothered.

Breaking away from the kiss, I guide him toward me. “Please.”

“Please what, Lily? Use your words,” Hudson demands, slotting himself against my center and pausing to see if I’ll do as I’m told.

“Please fuck me,” I rasp, grabbing his hips and trying to drive him into me. He stubbornly refuses. A soft growl rumbles in the back of my throat.

Hudson’s lips kick up with delight. “One more time.”

If that’s what he needs to give me what I want, fine. “Please, Hudson. Please fuck—oh god,” I say with a strangled gasp as he drives into me with one hard thrust.

“Fuuuuuuuuuck,” Hudson groans.

My body stretches around his girth, he’s thicker and a little longer than I’ve ever had, but damn does it feel good with those piercings. They give his cock a ribbed sensation.

He holds himself deep, panting, gaze locked on mine. “You have no idea how long I’ve dreamed of this,” he confesses. “It’s better than I imagined it would be.”

I capture his mouth, kissing him before whispering against his lips, “Shut up and fuck me.”