“You ready for more?”
“There’s more?” I ask stupidly. I’m not even sure how I’m talking, let alone comprehending what he just did to my body, combined with how close he is.
“Yeah, baby.” His grin grows. “There’s more.”
“Are you ready for more?” I ask out of nowhere.
“I’ve been ready, Riley.”
“How long?” My heart hammers in my chest as I wait for his reply. It’s more than just the orgasm causing this reaction. He said he crushed on me when we were kids, but I need to hear it again. I need that validation.
“Years.” He leans in and kisses me, and the alcohol on his breath is a reminder that if he wasn’t intoxicated, this wouldn’t be happening. But I’m more than ready for more. I’m ready for anything and everything he’s willing to give me. I don’t know what tomorrow will bring, but I do know that he’s leaving for a year, and who knows how things will go when he returns. If he even remembers this night.
Hot tears prick my eyes. I close them tight, pushing them down deep. I’m taking tonight selfishly and with no regrets.
I’ve never been a rule-breaker, but I know letting this go any further while he’s not firing on a clear mind is wrong, but I crave his touch.
I can’t turn back now.
I won’t.
Consequences be damned.
That’s why when he settles his body over mine, I don’t hesitate to wrap my legs around his waist and pull him closer. His glassy eyes find mine, and something passes between us. I can’t explain it, but whatever it is puts my mind at ease as I reach up and run my fingers through his hair.
When he dips his head, his lips find mine, and as if we’ve been doing this same dance for years now, he easily pushes his hips forward and slides inside me. He stills, breaking the kiss and resting his forehead against mine. “So good,” he rumbles, the sound vibrating his chest that’s currently pressed against my own.
I close my eyes and just feel. I feel his hot breath fan across my face. I feel his hard naked body pressed to mine. I feel him inside me. I’m not sure where he ends, and I begin, and I find myself wishing and wanting this to be my last first time.
“Riley.”
My eyes pop open at the sound of his voice. He’s watching me closely. I wish I knew what he was looking for. “Hudson.” I smile up at him. I hope it’s convincing. It’s not that I’m not happy, but I’m also sad that there is a real possibility that this is not only a one-time thing, but when he comes home a year from now, he will have forgotten all about this moment.
“Need your eyes on me,” he rasps.
My reply is a subtle nod, but it must be good enough because he begins to move. Slow, torturous thrusts are his tactic while staring deep into my eyes. Emotions clog my throat with each stroke.
“You’re beautiful.”
His words have hot tears burning my eyes. I blink hard to keep them at bay and still maintain eye contact. He wants my eyes on him, but I want that too. I want to memorize this night.
He’s taking his time with me, and while I appreciate that, it’s hitting me right in the center of my chest. My heart can’t take it. I need to move the narrative forward. “Faster.” My words are followed by my legs falling to the bed, giving him the room and the permission to change things up.
“Faster, huh?” He grins as he pulls out and slams back in. This time, he’s picking up the pace. He grabs my legs and tosses them over his shoulders, gripping my calves as he finds his new faster rhythm.
I grapple for the sheets, needing to hold something to keep me grounded from the force of his thrusts. “Don’t stop.” My words are breathy and pleading as my body begins to burn. I can feel my release building.
“So.” Thrust. “Fucking.” Thrust. “Good.” Thrust.
My breath stalls in my chest as the burning deep in my core intensifies. I’m so close. My body stands on the edge of the desired cliff, and I’m ready to jump, but then again, I’m not. I’m not ready for this to end. I want to stay connected to him like this.
“Fuck, your pussy is squeezing my cock like a vise,” he announces. “I need you there, Riles. I need you to come all over my cock.” He never once breaks his stride as he continues to take my body to heights it’s never seen.
He moves my legs back to the bed and leans over me, sucking a hard nipple into his mouth. My eyes roll to the back of my head. When he releases me with an audible pop, my eyes focus on him. Reaching up, I bury my hands in his hair as we stare into each other’s eyes.
He leans in close. “Give it to me, Riles. Give me your pleasure,” he says before fusing his mouth to mine. His tongue parts my lips and invades my mouth.
My body is on sensory overload. It feels like his hands are everywhere. My pussy pulses as the heat building in my core intensifies. Then just like that, I’m jumping off that desire cliff with no parachute. My entire body tingles as my orgasm races through me. Hudson mumbles something I can’t decipher. All I can do is hang on while my orgasm assists him in chasing his own.
“Fuck!” he roars. He thrusts one last time, and his body stills. His head is tilted back, and even though I’m wrung out and exhausted, I force myself to open my eyes to watch as he comes inside me.
It’s as I feel him coming that I remember we didn’t use a condom. It’s fine. I’m on the pill, and Hudson isn’t really one of those guys who sleeps around, but it’s still a conversation we should have had. When he comes home, if this turns into something, we’ll definitely have to have that conversation.
He pulls out of me and moves to lie next to me on the bed. He wraps his arms around me and pulls me close. I roll over, giving him my back, and he snuggles closer. My emotions are too raw. I am too exposed to look him in the eye. We’re both still breathing heavily, and there’s a mess between my thighs that I need to tend to.
Hudson mumbles something about calling Clay before soft snores fill the room. He’s sound asleep, passed out, and his body is wrapped tightly around mine. I’m wide awake, memorizing what it feels like to be in his arms. As the time rolls on, panic starts to build. I’ve wanted this, wanted him for so long that I was willing to take what I wanted, but what if he wakes up and says it was a mistake? I can’t handle that.
I need to leave. I need to slip out and drive home before anyone even realizes I was here. I’ll see him when he gets home, and then if he remembers, we can talk about it. Hell, maybe I’ll write him a letter. I’m not exactly sure, but what I do know is that I can’t handle him not being okay with how last night turned out.
Hoping not to wake him, I slip out of his hold and out of bed. I tiptoe around the bed. grabbing my clothes. I turn toward the bed and take one last look at him. It’s going to be twelve long months before I lay eyes on him again. “Goodbye, Hudson. Stay safe,” I whisper into the quiet space before turning off the light and slipping out of his bedroom. He has to be passed out to fall asleep with the overhead light on.
My gut churns. I took advantage, and I just pray that I didn’t lose one of my dearest friends. I hope that by sleeping with my sister’s best friend, I didn’t mess up our entire dynamic. I was selfish, and I know I should have regrets, but I have none. Tonight will be a night I will never forget.