When Hudson resumes his artwork on my back, his hand sends a shiver down my spine as it grazes over each vertebra. It also sends a heavy warmth between my legs, and I squeeze my thighs together at the sudden throbbing.
I can barely focus on the picture now—I lost track of what he was drawing a while ago. He’s moved closer to me now, too, the warmth from his breath creating goosebumps on my neck. His breathing is heavier, too, and the air between us is suddenly thick and heady.
I told him to keep his pants on, but I’m regretting my choice now. And fuck if that doesn’t mean I have to make the first move. We’re at a standstill, almost a game, to see which one of us breaks first. And I’m so turned on I honestly couldn’t give a shit about losing to him.
I reach behind me and find his hand, bringing it around and guiding it, letting it trail over the curve of my hips, up to find the mirror curve of my breast. Hudson’s fingers trace the shape of it, and a groan escapes his lips. I take it as confirmation he wants this, he was waiting for my cue. Ilower his hand to the soft spot on my abdomen, and without prompting, his hand finds the waistband of my shorts and slips underneath it.
CHAPTER 27
HUDSON
A groan escapesme as if it came from somewhere primal, beyond my control, as I slide my hand down the smooth, soft skin of Wren’s abdomen. I brush my fingers over the curve of her hip, jutting out because of the way she’s lying on her side. My fingers curl into her flesh, gripping and pulling her back to close the distance between us. Her ass lines up against my cock, rock hard in my pajama bottoms, and I grind against her as I slide my hand beneath the waistband of her shorts.
Wren’s hips shift at the sensation of my fingers against her sensitive thighs as I tease her, running my fingertips over all the parts except the one she wants touched. Her round ass rubs against me as she squirms, my cock sliding up and down the crease, and I wish there wasn’t two layers of cotton between us. Still, the friction is driving me wild, and I have the sudden urge to flip Wren over onto her knees and smack her ass until the skin is red while I drive my dick deep inside her.
The thought causes another moan to escape my throat, and Wren reacts to it, sliding off the boxers I gave her before grabbing my hand and placing it over her smooth sex. She opens her legs wider, lips parting, and my fingers find her slick core. Wren’s whole body tenses and shudders as she leans back into me. Her hand is still covering mine, guiding it, sliding it up and down in her wetness. Fuck, she feels so good, so wet, and if I touch her any longer, I’m going to let go of all restraint.
I to savour this, to hold off on going all the way with Wren, despite all my hormone-driven instincts telling me to fuck her hard, right here, right now. But we’ve only recently started making some progress, and she’s only just started to trust me again. And Wren is emotionally fragile, still coming down from her anxiety attack earlier. Sex will only further complicate her feelings, jumble her up even more. When I finally fuck Wren, when I finally make love to her the way I’ve wanted to, I don’t want any doubt. No confusion, just me and her.
So, I bury my face in her silky hair and whisper into her ear.
“Show me how you like to be touched now, Miller,” I say, sliding my hand out from underneath hers, and use it to push back the duvet so the dim light illuminates the contours of her body in gold. She’s fucking stunning from this angle, I look down the length of her, over her shoulder as she kneads herself. “Show me what you like. Is it the same as the first time I touched you?” I murmur into her shoulder as I trail kisses up and down to where it meets her neck.
Her head tilts back into me as she uses two fingers to spread herself, and another to form circles around her swollen clit. God, I want to suck it into my mouth, roll my tongue around it and make her scream. Later. Right now, watching Wren pleasure herself is almost enough to get me off.
“Keep going, baby. Make yourself come for me.” Her breath becomes raspy, panting as her index and middle finger now work faster circles. And because I can’t help myself, and because Wren’s writhing against me, her round tits bouncing under my t-shirt every time she bucks her hips, I reach up from underneath her and lift her top leg out of the way so I can plunge two fingers inside her. She lets out a whimper as I stretch her, her hand pausing. “Don’t you dare fucking stop, Miller. Not until you’re coming all over my hand.”
She nods, her teeth sinking into her plush bottom lip.
Her rhythm picks up again, and my eyes are fixed on the way her fingers play with her clit. I match the speed she’s set and pump my fingers. She’s so fucking wet, and warm, and tight, but I slide a third one in, drawing another moan from her and God, it’s so satisfying. I might come in my boxers from the sound alone.
Her mouth opens in a silent scream. Her walls clench around my fingers.
“That’s a good girl,” I murmur in her ear. “I think you like having me watch you like this.”
“Fuck me, Landry.” She breathes, looking back at me with heavy lids as she slows her rhythm slightly, edging herself. It’s the only thing she’s said in a while, and it almostsounds like she’s pleading. I wish I could give her everything she’s ever wanted. I want nothing more than to slide my cock into her and feel her all around me. Just … not yet.
“Not now. When we do this again, we can take our time. But tonight is all about you.” I drive my fingers inside her, burying them, filling her, and her mouth pops open in surprise and pleasure. “I’ll finger you until you’re so spent you’ll have no energy left to fuck me.” Deeper, I push my fingers in, curling them down, finding the spot on her front wall that is her undoing. She cries out and furiously works her clit while I curl my fingers within her, scratching an itch she didn’t know she had.
“Oh God. Oh fuck. Fuck!” she cries, her body shuddering and shaking against me as her pleasure takes over her. Her pussy pulses around my fingers, a surge of wetness coating them. I slide them out once Wren goes slack against me, breathing hard. She turns back to face me, looking up at me with those dark, glittering eyes. I bring my fingers to my mouth to get a taste of her, and another flash of lust flickers over her expression as she watches me.
“You taste incredible. Just how I remember you,” I say, and her mouth twists up into a lopsided smile, so I take her jaw in my hand and kiss her, letting her try for herself.
She lets out ammmm, her hum reverberating right through me. When I back away from our kiss, her eyelids are heavy, her lopsided smile is well and truly sated. I kiss her again, this time slow and sweet, letting my tongue find hers. Her hand grazes my chest, trailing lower and lower until—fuck me—she finds the outline of my cock through myboxers.
I pull away from her and turn to get out of bed quickly, before this goes too far. If Wren gets one hand on my dick, it’s game over.
“Don’t play with me now,” she whines, her bottom lip sticking out in an adorable pout.
“I’m not playing,” I say, getting up from where I’m sitting on the edge of the bed. My hard-on is very obviously jutting out, tenting the fabric of my boxers, but I walk around to her side of the bed and pull the duvet up around her, tucking her in. “You need to get some sleep.” I plant a kiss on her forehead, and she closes her eyes. This relaxed, she doesn’t protest. She nestles into the covers, and I click off the lamp on the nightstand. Ruby jumps back up and curls up next to her. My heart feels full, watching the two of them sleep together in my bed.
My girls.
I leave the two of them to sleep, and I go into the bathroom, flicking on the shower. I need one after whatever that was, but my erection doesn’t go down as I step under the stream. In fact, it springs back to life as the mental images of Wren’s body flash through my mind.
I brace myself with one hand against the tiled wall, and the other hand gripping my cock, pumping hard. I picture Wren, squeezing my eyes shut and imagining her, those exquisite tits bouncing as she rides me. I pretend my hand is her pussy, warm and slick. It doesn’t take much. A few pumps later and hot spurts of cum shoot out, decorating the wall in front of me.
It wasn’t what I truly wanted, but it eased the pressure building within me, let off some steam. I step outof the shower and towel off, rubbing it over my hair. By the time I go back to the bedroom, Wren and Ruby are snoring softly beside each other, so I crawl back into bed and turn off my light.
