Page 142 of Slap Shot
“Almost there, Mads. Are you doing okay?”
That’s a difficult question to answer.
I’m stuck somewhere between absolute elation and dreading how empty I’m going to feel when we’re finished. Hudson iseverywhere: in the scrape of his teeth down my neck and the thumb he presses to my clit. In his other hand on my lower back, holding onto me while I start to ride him.
My breasts bounce. I settle into a rhythm, and the ache between my legs starts to grow. “Can I go a little faster?” I ask. “Can you make it a little rougher?”
“Is that what you like?” Hudson lifts his hips. I gasp when he pulls me off him before slamming back into me. “Hard? Rough?”
“Sometimes. It makes me feel wanted.” I tilt my head back. “Like you’re desperate for me.”
Hudson thrusts into me, and his fingers dig into my skin. A bead of sweat rolls down his cheek, and I lick it away in a lust-filled haze. He groans when I roll my hips, and I mimic the sound when he holds me in place.
“I’m so desperate for you, Madeline.” His voice cracks, and when I look down at him, I find a man on the edge of possessed. “Can we switch positions so I can show you how badly I want you?”
All I can do is nod, because this still doesn’t seem like real life.
Hudson slips out of me, and I miss the connection between us. He guides me onto my back and draws my knees to my chest.I’m exposed in this position. I’m vulnerable and on display, but I’ve never felt so beautiful.
“I can get deeper this way.” He puts a hand on my leg and teases me for a minute. He drags his cock through my entrance then taps it against my clit. I arch my back, asking for more of him. “And I get to watch.”
“Do you like to watch?”
“I fucking love to watch.”
The sting isn’t as noticeable when he pushes back into me, and he was right about the position. The angle is totally different, something new and exquisite that makes my eyes roll to the back of my head. When he bottoms out inside me with his chest against my shins, I realize no one has had me in this particular way—so thoroughly and so deep—and he’s the first to ever reach these parts of me.
I lift my right hand and use it to hold onto the headboard. “I’m not going to break. I can take a little more, Hudson.”
I don’t know if he’ll give me anymore. I’m afraid I’m already pushing him past his limits, but then he squeezes my knee. It’s a warning for what he’s about to do, and the smile he’s wearing is one of absolute assuredness.
“Like this?” He pistons his hips into mine, and my mind goes blank. My limbs get heavy, and I know I’m minutes—maybe seconds—away from another orgasm. “Look how well you take my cock. Look at how well we fit together.”
It’s a perfect match.
Filthy but sweet, and he holds me there while he fucks me to the brink of ecstasy.
“Are you close?” I pant. “Because I am.”
“I’ve been doing math in my head so I don’t finish too early.” He reaches between my legs and touches my clit at the same time he slams into me with his full force. “I’m waiting on you, Mads. You’re always going to be first.”
It’s so disorienting. So is the circle he’s teasing me with and the consideration of an orgasm order. The next time we’re together, I’m going to make sure I get him off first. I don’t have time to daydream about it, though, because he’s rocking his hips. Hitting the perfect spot my fingers and toys can’t reach, and I don’t bother to put up a fight anymore.
I cry out. His name falls from my mouth like a prayer, and when his groans echo in my ears, a sign he’s reached the peak of the mountain too, I touch him everywhere I can reach.
“So good, Hudson,” I whisper as he collapses forward. I keep a hand on the back of his thigh and stroke along the curve of his muscles when his legs lock up. “I’ve got you.”
“Fuck.” Hudson kisses me through it, and I can feel his release filling the condom. I vaguely wonder what it would be like if we didn’t use any protection, but that’s a far-off thought. “I think you killed me.”
I put my hand on his neck, smiling when I feel his pulse racing. “We’ve got a heartbeat. You’re going to live to see another day, Hayes.”
“I haven’t—that was—” He drops his head back and stares at the ceiling. “You haven’t lost your touch. I’m incapacitated.”
“Neither have you. That was…” Shyness threatens to overtake me. I’ve never done this with someone who isn’t my boyfriend or husband before, and I don’t know what comes next. “Perfect.”
“I can tell the wheels are spinning.” Hudson cracks an eye open and glances down at me. “Do you want to go back to throwing a banana at me?”
“No.” I laugh and stretch my arms above my head. Hudson tracks my movements, and his eyes latch onto my chest. “It really was perfect.”
