Oh hell. Why did he have to plant that image in her head? How many times had these men fucked together? Or one another? A hot streak of lust roared through her blood, burning hotter when Connor’s fingers lightly threaded through her hair.
“I also know that if he has the choice, he’d choose to come inside a tight pussy over a wet mouth any day.” Those long fingers fisted her hair, giving a playful tug. “And look at that – I guess she agrees with him.”
Hudson held her breath as Jamie rose to her feet and wiggled out of her jeans. Rylan wasted no time yanking her back into his lap, his large hands splaying on her waist as she lowered herself onto his dick. Twin groans rumbled in Hudson’s direction, making her thighs tremble.
It was too much. Too… intimate. She wrestled her gaze away, only to gasp when it landed on Kade’s hand gripping the base of Xander’s shaft, holding it steady as the dark-haired girl’s head bobbed over Xander’s erection, her hand absently stroking his thigh as she pleasured him.
Breathing hard, Hudson abruptly shifted her gaze. This time it landed on Pike, who stood in the doorway holding a bottle of amber liquid, taking in the same salacious scene she’d just stumbled upon.
“Why doesn’t Pike join them?”
Connor propped his elbows on the bar counter and leaned back. “It’s not his kink.”
“What’s his kink, then?”
“He likes to watch.” Connor shrugged. “Some people get off on being watched. Others get off on watching. Some get off on both.”
Her thighs clenched. “Which one are you?”
He didn’t answer.
Frustration jammed in her chest. “Fine, don’t tell me.” She paused. “You’re not going to ask what my kink is?”
He offered an infuriating smirk. “No need. I already know the answer.”
He did? Because she’d sure as hell like to know. She’d never thought about any of this stuff before. What got her off, what got other people off. Nobody talked about sex in the city; it was done behind closed doors. And even at the compound, where it was out in the open, it wasn’t something she’d witnessed often. Dominik had made sure to keep her far away from the raunchy activities his men were involved in.
“Why don’t they care that everyone is watching?” she asked in dismay.
Connor’s jaw hardened.
Damn it. She’d said the wrong thing again.
“Why should they? Do you want them to feel embarrassed? To worry about what people might think tomorrow?” His expression was impossible to read. “There is no tomorrow, Hudson. Right now is all that matters.”
“Live in the moment,” she murmured.
“That’s what we do, sweetheart. You take pleasure where you can get it, because who knows when you’ll get another chance? So, yes, we live in the moment.” Then he chuckled, nodding at the far couch. “And what a fucking moment.”
Hudson choked back a groan. The raven-haired girl was riding Xander, and Kade was… Oh fuck… Kade was kneeling behind her, his fingers wrapped around his cock as he guided it to her… her…
Hudson’s pussy contracted so hard, she had to grip the side of the stool to stop from falling over.
Connor noted her reaction with a crude smile. “You like that, huh? Have you ever had a man’s cock in your ass, Hudson? And another one in your pussy at the same time?”
She was on fire. She was seriously going to self-combust. The arousal constricting her core was unbearable. Excruciating. If she’d been alone, she would have slipped her hand inside her pants and eased the dull ache, made herself come until she’d screamed herself hoarse.
Connor must have read her mind, because he barked out a laugh. “What are you waiting for? Get yourself off.” His eyebrows lifted in a taunt. “I know you want to.”
Her heartbeat exploded, a ragged breath squeezing out of her throat. “Do it for me,” she blurted out.
6
Connor had never seen a woman more ready to be fucked. Hudson’s pupils were dilated, her cheeks flushed, throat straining as if she couldn’t draw enough oxygen into her lungs. He could feel her arousal. It incinerated the air, tickling his skin and heating his balls. The tight nipples poking through the front of her shirt begged for his tongue, made his fingers itch to rip that shirt off her and feast on her tits.
He wouldn’t even have to ask permission. He knew she’d let him put his tongue all over her if he wanted to. She’d spread her legs and offer herself up to him like a goddamn sacrifice.
But that wasn’t why he’d brought her here. Sex could wait. Answers couldn’t.
“Please.” One word, rippling with desperation. Then she uttered it again, this time in the form of a whimper. “Please.”
He smiled. “You want me to make you come?”
“Y-yes. Please, Connor.”
He dragged one finger along her bare arm. Christ, her skin was hot to the touch. “How? With my tongue? My cock?”
“Both,” she choked out.
His fingers skimmed up to her shoulder, scraping the side of her neck before gripping her chin. Gray eyes, smoky with excitement, peered up at him.
“Ask me if I want to fuck you,” he commanded.