Accidental Abduction (Masked Men of Sage Springs #1)

Chapter Nineteen

Hudson

It was taking every single fucking ounce of self-control not to flip her backward, spread her out on the carpet, rip that fucking mask right off her face, and fuck her until she screamed.

But I was going to be a good boy, and I was going to do what she said. And if she accidentally suffocated me while she sat on my face, I was going out buried in my happy place. Because there wasn’t anyone else on the planet that I would trust to let myself play like this with.

Charley wasn’t just adventurous in bed, she let me embrace the intrusive thoughts I’d silenced for years, and I was determined to do the same for her. I wanted to be the person she felt comfortable enough to explore with. I wanted her to trust me like I trusted her.

“You ready?” she asked, petting the side of my face with her other hand as I rubbed the tip of my tongue over her thumb, nipping at it again like I was desperate to nip at her clit the same way.

Nodding, I took a deep breath when she shifted back to her knees, straddling my face. I could smell how excited she was, my cock bobbing as my tongue darted out and flicked teasingly against her clit.

She moaned and grasped my hair, rocking down into my face, hovering while I licked, sucked, and thrust my tongue into her wet, warm pussy.

It was difficult to resist the urge to grasp her hips and pull her down, and even more difficult to resist the urge to stroke my cock as beads of precum rolled down the length while she whimpered and rode my tongue. But the longer she drew this out, the harder I knew I’d come later, when I was buried inside her again. I’d become addicted to taking her bare and I was never going back.

“Mmm,” I hummed against her, enjoying the way her hips dropped, and she ground against my lips, moaning when my teeth grazed her clit.

She wasn’t shy about using me for her pleasure, and when her moans took on a high-pitched note—despite being muffled by the cheap plastic of my mask—I knew she was teetering on the edge.

Latching onto her clit with my lips, I drew it into my mouth and frantically rubbed the tip of my tongue against it, growling when she tried to escape the overwhelming sensations. My short fingernails dug into my palms as I tried to resist the urge to hold her in place, waiting until she rocked forward again to suck hard, repeating the same combination until she was screaming and shaking, pinching her own nipples while I watched her fall apart above me.

“Holy, fucking...” she panted as she sat back, giving me space to breathe despite the weight of her hips on my chest.

“Facing you or reverse?” she asked, licking her lips. “I’ll let you choose.”

“UNO reverse,” I growled, aching as I waited for her to shift back, bracing her hands on my thighs as she rose enough to turn herself around.

“Oh, fuck,” she whimpered as she lowered herself, taking the tip of my throbbing erection into her warm body, her pussy still clenching with the aftereffects of her previous release. “You’re so fucking hard.”

Relaxing and slowly lowering her hips until I was buried as deep as I could be inside her. I bit my lip to keep from groaning in satisfaction. It’d never been this good before. And not just because she was the only woman I’d ever let fuck me without anything between us. But because it was her. And in less than forty-eight hours, I’d become helplessly addicted to her—and I didn’t mean just her pussy. Although that was pretty spectacular, too .

“Grab my hair,” she panted, her voice muffled inside the mask. Rocking her hips slowly back and forth—she rode me, fire racing up my spine as I sat up, bracing myself with my other hand fisting the carpet beneath. I gathered her long hair at the base of her neck beneath the hood, and twisted it around my wrist, tight enough she had to arch backward, her movements becoming more frantic as she chased her second release.

“So good,” I panted, unable to keep quiet any longer. “You feel so fucking good.”

“Harder,” she moaned, rocking frantically, digging her fingernails into my thighs as I began to thrust up from beneath her. “Fuck me harder. Make me come.”

My thighs burned as I pushed into her, my forearm flexing as I fought to keep a firm grip on her hair.

“Oh God, oh God,” she moaned, collapsing backward into my chest as she came, squeezing me inside her until my eyes crossed.

Unable to hold on any longer, I came, my cock jolting inside of her, setting off another set of moans while I filled her quivering pussy.

“I can’t breathe,” she panted, and I immediately released my hold on her hair. Reaching for the mask, I ripped it off and threw it to the side.

Holding her to me with one arm while I balanced myself with the other, I coached her to breathe with me.

“In,” I whispered, flattening my palm over her heart. “Out.”

She gasped for air, shaking as she came down, her tired muscles giving out as she collapsed onto my body.

“I’ve got you.” Her breathing evened out and she relaxed into my chest.

“That thing makes it impossible to breathe,” she whispered once she’d fully relaxed against me after her breathing evened out. “I don’t know how you kept that thing on so long.”

“Not gonna lie, it kinda sucked. But it was worth it since I got to end the night buried inside you. ”

Despite the release we’d shared a few minutes ago, desperation to possess her pleasure had me reacting as she shifted in my lap. I traced my hands down her sides, my right one drifting in between her legs. She was making a mess of herself as my cum leaked out of her, and I had a command—that I was suddenly more desperate than I’d expected—to obey.

“Stand up, Char,” I whispered, holding her waist as she climbed to her feet. Pulling her backward, I leaned in, licking a line up the back of her legs, sinking my teeth lightly into her ass. She yelped and I pressed a hand into her lower back. “Bend forward.”

She exhaled hard when my tongue slipped between her thighs, tracing up the inside of one until my nose was buried in her wet pussy. She squirmed as I lapped at her, cleaning her up like she’d wanted until she was moaning and leaning back into my movements. I hooked an arm around her thigh, strumming her clit softly with my thumb until she was shaking and calling out my name, throbbing against my lips.

“Mmm,” I hummed, placing a kiss on her ass.

She turned and ran one hand through my chaotic hair, cupping my jaw with the other and tracing her thumb across my bottom lip. “I didn’t think you’d actually do it.”

“Get down here and kiss me,” I murmured, and she climbed into my lap, her tongue hungrily sucking mine as she rocked against my cock that was throbbing for her.

“You’re hard again,” she whispered against my lips, reaching between us and stroking it in her fist while I moaned into her mouth. “I thought you older men were supposed to take a while to recover.”

“It’s your fault,” I groaned, flexing my hips into her fist with each downward stroke.

She leaned back, sitting between my open thighs and spreading her legs. She gave me one final rough stroke and then grabbed my hand, bringing it to my now throbbing erection. “Your turn. Give me a show. ”

“I’ve got a better idea,” I growled, laying her back against the rug. I swiped my cock through the wetness between her legs, dipping inside and then pulling it free—glistening with both of our earlier releases.

Climbing over her, I guided her hands to her breasts. “Hold these for me.”

Her eyes lit up as I leaned down, biting her nipples and then alternating sucking them into my mouth until she was moaning and squirming.

Deciding to just go for it, I spit in the valley between her breasts a few times, spreading it around with my fingertips before I scooted forward, angling my dick to press in between them.

She watched with wide eyes as I slowly rocked, groaning as the combination of our cum and my spit had me gliding against her smooth skin. Seeing her reaction had me on edge in minutes, and I was clenching my teeth trying to hold onto some dignity. “If you don’t want me to cover you in cum, tell me now.”

And I swear to the fucking devil themself, she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. If I wasn’t convinced this girl was meant for me after the last two days, I was now. And I would never let her go.

She moaned along with me as my balls drew up, cum splattering her chest. Stream after stream arched out of me, leaving filthy streaks across her neck and cheek. Once I was done, she reached forward, grasping the back of my thigh and pulling me forward to lick the tip, a tortured groan escaping my lips as she sucked me clean.

“That was hot. I give it an eight,” she teased, wiping her cheek with her pointer finger and sucking it between her lips.

“Only eight?” I panted, smiling down at her.

“Yeah, eight points for the eight inches. Or should I go find a ruler to verify before I score you?”

“Ruining the moment here, Charley,” I growled, scooting back to stretch my body over hers, our warm, sweaty chests brushing together. Wiping her soiled cheek with my thumb, I pressed it to her lips, watching as she licked it clean. “But I love how filthy you are. Lying here covered in my cum.”

“And I love...” she paused, biting down on the pad of my thumb and wrapping her arms and legs around my suddenly fatigued body. “Being covered by you.”

It was way too soon to have the feelings that I knew were coursing through my veins, and I would not be letting them out because I was worried that she wouldn’t take them seriously at this point. But it went deeper than fascination. I was falling for her in a matter of days. Maybe I’d been under her spell longer than I’d realized, and once I was free of the toxicity that’d been plaguing me, my eyes had finally been opened to how amazing she was and how free I felt when I was with her.

“I like being surrounded by you too.” She held me tighter, kissing me until I could barely breathe. “But you’re getting kind of clingy.”

She laughed, tucking her face into my neck, and I rolled to my side, pulling her into my chest and twirling her hair around my finger until we both drifted off to sleep.