“I want to kiss you again,” he sighed, and I felt his fingers running up and down my back.
“You can kiss me again.”
“No.” He shook his head. “I can’t.”
“Why not?” I asked, disappointed.
“I want to do more than kiss you, Riley. I want to hold you and touch you. I want to feel you. I want to make love to you.” He groaned as I grabbed his hand and placed it on my breast. “What are you doing to me?”
“I want to make love to you as well,” I whispered against his lips. “I want to taste and feel you, too.”
“We can’t do this.” He shook his head. “I’m not good for you.”
“Let me decide that.” I licked his lips.
“Riley,” he groaned. “You don’t know how badly I want this to happen, but I can’t. I just can’t.”
“Don’t you like me?” I whispered, hurt.
“Don’t you get it?” His fingers gripped my chin and made me look at him. “I more than like you, Riley. I’ve always liked you. But look what happened. What we did. What I did. I don’t deserve you. I have things I have to do.”
“I heard about Clara’s mom.” I traced the lines under his eyes. “I know why you’re entering the fight.”
“She nearly got evicted.” He closed his eyes. “It’s my fault.”
“That’s not your fault.”
“Clara was going to take care of her.” He eyes looked bleak. “She was going to become a doctor so that she could help people and make enough money to support her mom.”
“She was a good person.”
“She had issues. We all do.” He sighed. “She liked to drink. I knew that. That always hits me. I knew she was drunk that night.” He shook his head, and his voice sounded angry. “I knew she wanted to go to the bar. I should have stayed.”
“I’m the one who convinced you to leave.” I bit my lower lip. “It was my fault.”
“Never say that.” He shook his head. “It was not your fault.”
“Hudson, I’ve got something to tell you.” I took a deep breath and was about to tell him about the text message I’d deleted when his lips found mine again.
This time, they were hard and passionate. His tongue slipped into my mouth eagerly, and my fingers ran up and down his back. He groaned against me, and I pushed my legs between his. He was wearing a pair of boxer shorts, and I felt his hardness against my leg. I reached down and slipped my fingers into his shorts and he gasped. He pulled away from me slightly with a question in his eyes.
I leaned towards him and kissed him again as he pushed me onto my back. His fingers slipped under my t-shirt, and he groaned as he realized that I wasn’t wearing a bra.
“Oh, Riley, what are you doing to me?” he muttered against my lips, and I ran my fingers down his hardness, holding him in my hands softly and squeezing him gently. My fingers ran to the tip of him, and I felt his body tremble as I reached down and tugged on his balls. “I love the way you taste,” he groaned as he kissed my neck and sucked on the skin, giving me a hickey. His fingers played with my ni**les, and I moaned as I felt his hands moving south. “I wish I could see you,” he whispered in my ears.
“You can see me,” I whispered back.
“I mean I wish I could see all of your body,” he groaned. “I want to suck on your ni**les right now.”
“Oh!” I gasped as his fingers slipped into my shorts and worked their way into my panties. “Ohhh, Hudson.”
“We have to be quiet.” He pressed his lips against mine. “We don’t want anyone to know what we’re doing.”
“Do you think they suspect?”
“I don’t care.” He half-laughed. “They can suspect what they want.”
“You don’t like them, do you?” My back arched as his fingers gently rubbed me. “Oh, Hudson.” I squeezed my legs together, and his eyes blazed into mine.
“They mean nothing to me.” He kissed me. “Nothing at all.”
“I see.” I closed my eyes and then stilled as I felt him gently pulling my panties down. “What are you doing?”
“What do you think?” He grinned and licked his lips.
“Can we do this?” I whispered back, very much wanting to do it.
“It’s up to you.” He looked at me, and I lay back, pulled my panties and shorts completely off, and stared back at him. “Are you sure?”
I looked at him and nodded. “Yes, are you?”
“I shouldn’t,” he groaned. “There are so many reasons why I shouldn’t, but I don’t think I can say no.”
“None of the reasons are good ones.” I pulled my t-shirt off and pressed my br**sts against him. He groaned and pulled his boxer shorts down.
“You have to turn around,” he whispered softly.
“Why?”
“Because I’m going to have to do you from behind.” His voice was hoarse. “If I’m on top of you or if you’re on top of me, it will be too obvious.”
“Oh.” I blushed, feeling stupid. “I didn’t think about that.”
“We’ll have to spoon. Turn around,” he commanded, and I rolled over. He immediately put his arms around me and pulled me back into him. “Oh, God, what are we doing?” he groaned, and I felt his hardness against my ass.
His fingers played with my stomach before moving up and grabbing my br**sts. He squeezed my ni**les hard, and I moved my ass back against him. His left hand then reached down between my legs, and he groaned again.
“You’re so wet,” he muttered, his voice deep, and I trembled as he played with me. I closed my eyes and allowed myself to just experience the familiar and wonderful feelings that were flowing through me. “Are you sure you want to do this?” he whispered in my ear as he lifted one of my legs up. “Back your ass up a bit and move forward slightly,” he commanded without waiting for an answer.
I shifted slightly and felt him move his c**k between my legs. He rubbed the tip up against me and I gasped.
“I’m sure. Please, Hudson. I want this. I need this.” I pushed back against him and he groaned.
“I don’t have a condom,” he muttered into my ear.
“I don’t mind,” I moaned, not caring and not thinking.
“I haven’t been with anyone,” he whispered. “Not since you.”