Page 121 of Bridesmaid By Chance
I wait for him to bolt out of this bed, but when he doesn’t move, doesn’t even attempt it, I rock against him.
“Jesus Christ,” he whispers.
“God, you’re so big. This is what I want; this is what I need. You.”
“Sloane, this… Fuck.” His jaw clenches and his hips thrust up into mine. “Fuck, I want more.” I reach for the hem of my shirt to pull it off, but he quickly says, “No. Don’t.”
“Why not?”
“Just…don’t. Just ride me.”
Seeing that he’s given me an inch, I’m not going to take a mile. But I am going to ride out what he’s willing to offer and take full advantage of it. I place my hands on his chest, propping myself up, and then start thrusting over his erection, loving the friction and how quickly I can get myself ready.
“So good, baby. So fucking good,” he says, his eyes on me the entire time. “I can feel how wet you are through my briefs.”
“Because I’ve wanted this for so long. I’ve wanted you. And I want more. This isn’t good enough. I want your tongue, your cock, your hands. Just, fuck, touch me, do something, Hudson.”
“I can’t,” he says, keeping his hands in place. “Just fucking use me to get off.”
“I want more.”
“This is all I can give.”
Frustrated, I dig my fingers into his chest and pump my hips over him, riding him harder, grinding into him with more intensity, trying to fill the void he keeps making.
The entire time, he doesn’t touch me, doesn’t even lift his hands to my hips to help. He just lets me use him for my own pleasure.
“Fuck,” I say as I feel my stomach start to twist, my clit throbbing, looking for that last push.
Frustration rips through me because I want more. I need more, and he won’t give it to me.
“This…this isn’t good enough.” I slow down my hips. “I want to come, but I?—”
I don’t get a chance to finish as I’m tossed onto my back, my legs are spread wide, and his hands fall to either side of my head right before he starts thrusting his brief-covered erection against me.
“Oh my God,” I say as I claw at his shoulders. A whole new wave of pleasure rushes over me. “Yes, Hudson. Oh my God, yes.”
His eyes fixate on where he’s humping me, only the thin layer of his briefs between us. But it’s all I need. This is what I needed, for him to take control, for him to want me just as much as I want him.
“Don’t stop. Please don’t stop. Yes, yes, Hudson. Oh my God…” My body starts to seize, pleasure pools into my stomach, and then a burst of light surges through me as I tip over the edge and my orgasm rocks through me as such a hefty spiral that I’m clinging on to him, legs wrapped around his waist, holding him tight until my orgasm slows. “Oh my God,” I say breathlessly, my legs relaxing.
Hudson pulls away, lifts my shirt up so my stomach is showing, and then he pulls his cock out and right in front of me, starts stroking himself. It takes only a few before he groans and then busts all over my stomach. Drop after drop until he’s completely done.
He hovers over me, breathing heavily before he swipes his hand across my stomach and leans forward, his lips right next to my ear as he whispers, “Mine.”
Chills break out all over my body as he gets off the bed and goes to the bathroom.
I lie there, thrumming, his cum hot on my stomach, my mind swirling with what we just did as my body settles.
Jesus, that was…that was really hot.
That was unexpected.
That just fucked with me big-time because if I can experience an orgasm like that with him when we’re just dry humping, then what the hell would he be able to do with all clothes off?
I push my shirt down and then stand up just as Hudson walks back into the room with a washcloth.
“Let me,” he says, but I shake my head.
