Page 138 of Bridesmaid By Chance
“Fuck,” he growls. “Fuck, you taste… Jesus, Sloane.”
“Don’t you want more? Don’t you want to fucking bury your tongue between my legs and feast?”
“Don’t,” he says, his hand sliding across the underside of my breast again. “Fuck, please don’t.”
No, I’m over this.
I’m so over this restriction he’s put on us. It’s nonsense. We both want each other. Why not take it?
“Don’t you want me between your legs, sucking your cock? Don’t you hate knowing the last cock I ever sucked was Devin’s?”
He pauses, and I know I struck a chord.
It’s not a fair chord.
I played dirty, but come on!
Please, someone break this man.
When he doesn’t move or say anything, I realize how much of a line I crossed.
“Hudson, I?—”
“Don’t.”
“But, Hudson, I’m?—”
“Don’t,” he says more firmly. “Just fucking don’t.” Then he reaches over me and tugs on the drawer of the nightstand.
“What are you doing?”
He moves back to his position and then hands me my vibrator. With our gazes connected, in a deep, growly voice, he says, “Fuck yourself.”
“Wh-what?” I ask.
“You heard me. Fuck yourself.” When I don’t move, he adds, “Now.”
Shaky but also so fucking turned on by being ordered around, I move the vibrator between my legs and turn it on, letting the vibrations buzz through me and relax my entire body.
“Fuck,” I whisper as my eyes shut and I sink into the mattress.
Hudson’s hand finds my stomach again and then glides up, undermy shirt, and when I think he’s about to touch my breasts, he doesn’t. He slides his forearm between my breasts right before his hand clamps around my neck.
God, yes.
I love everything about the way he’s commanding me, controlling me. His large palm, pressing down on my throat, owning me.
His lips lower to my ear as he says, “I might not be able to fuck you, and I might not be able to experience your mouth, but I sure as fuck am going to lie here and listen to you come.”
My teeth roll over my lip, and I shift the vibrator so it’s right against my clit. I know it will only take seconds in this position.
“That’s right,” he whispers. “Pretend it’s my cock, sliding against your wet cunt.” He breathes in sharply. “Pretend it’s me, hovering over you.” His thumb presses into the spot just below my ear.
“God, yes,” I whisper as my body starts to climb.
“Pretend I’m so out of control from that slick pussy that I start thrusting over you, wishing that maybe just one thrust…one thrust would slip inside you.”
“Fuck,” I say as my pleasure starts to coil. “Hudson, I…I want you.”
