Her mouth trembled. “Do you… want to fuck me?”
“Yes.” He swiped his thumb over her bottom lip in a teasing caress. “Ask me if I’m going to fuck you.”
Her voice was scarcely above a whisper. “Are you going to fuck me?”
“No.” He pinched her lip before clasping both hands in his lap. “If you want to come, you can take care of it yourself.”
The frustrated noise that ripped out of her throat had him fighting laughter. “Why are you teasing me?”
“You think this is teasing?” The laugh broke free. “Oh, baby, you have no idea.”
Still chuckling, he grabbed her hand and placed it directly on his crotch. Her squeak of protest died as her palm met his hard-on, and when she moaned, the throaty sound vibrated in his aching dick and his body gave an involuntary upward thrust.
“Do you want this?” he muttered, rubbing that hard bulge against Hudson’s palm.
She nodded wordlessly. Eyes wide as saucers.
Damn, those big eyes were hot. Sweet innocence didn’t usually turn him on, but he liked it on her, liked knowing that a strong, spirited woman like Hudson could come undone just from the feel of his dick pulsing in her hand.
Locking his gaze with hers, he squeezed her hand over his erection. “If you want my cock, you’ll have to give me a lot more than wide eyes and shaky little moans.”
She visibly swallowed. “What do you want from me?”
“The truth.”
He tucked her hand back in her own lap and turned to face the room. Rylan’s woman was riding him like a champ, but Connor expected nothing less from Jamie, who ran the place with Lennox. Her tits bounced in Rylan’s face as she ground her pussy all over him, and Connor’s cock twitched with envy, because it knew it wasn’t getting relief anytime soon.
Realizing that Hudson hadn’t responded, he gave her a sidelong glance and elaborated. “I want to know what you’re hiding, and I’m not giving you a damn thing until I find out what it is.”
Anger flashed across her face. Anger, and a helluva lot of lust.
“I will get the truth from you,” he said softly. “You know I will. But until then… watching you get yourself off is a start.”
Her expression filled with alarm. “A start to what?”
“To finding out who you are.” Connor shrugged. “You learn a lot about someone when they’re panting in orgasm.”
Her brows knitted. “How does that teach you anything?”
“If you don’t know the answer to that, then you’re lying about more than I thought.”
Hudson fell silent, shifting her attention to the slick bodies writhing all around them. He heard her labored breathing. Saw her squirming on the stool from the corner of his eye. Then there was a flash of movement, and he hissed in approval when he realized where her hand had gone.
“There you go, baby.” He murmured his encouragement as she undid her pants. “Make yourself feel good.”
She let out a breath, her fingers trembling as she slowly pulled her zipper down. When she delicately slipped her hand inside her pants, Connor nearly ordered her to take them off altogether. Her panties too. He wanted her to spread her legs so he could see her. So everyone could see her.
But there was something to be said for the unseen too. The erotic motion of her hand beneath her waistband. The way it curved over her mound, the way her hips bumped up to meet it.
He felt more than one person staring at them, turning to find Rylan’s blue-eyed gaze fixated on Hudson’s hand. Even as he met the wild thrusts of the woman impaled on his cock, Rylan looked at Connor and lifted a brow in blatant invitation. An offer for Connor to join them, to bring Hudson along for the ride.
Connor gave a slight shake of his head before focusing on Hudson. “Look at Rylan, baby. Look at how much he’s enjoying what you’re doing to yourself.”
“I’d rather look at you,” she said in a hoarse voice.
Their gazes held, and he nearly gave in and launched himself at her. He loved seeing a woman veering toward the brink of orgasm. The unbridled pleasure in her eyes, the noises she made. But something about this woman got him hotter than usual. His cock was an iron spike in his pants. He ached to take it out and stroke it, but he knew Hudson would like it too much, and he had no intention of giving her anything until he got what he wanted.
He dragged his tongue over his bottom lip. “I bet you’re wishing that I were the one touching you right now. You’re wishing my fingers were rubbing that hot little clit, aren’t you?”
Her breathing quickened.
“Are you wet? Would my cock be soaked right now if I put it inside you?”
Her eyes went out of focus as she moaned in abandon. Her hand moved faster, but he knew she wasn’t fingering herself. She couldn’t, not when her pants were still on.