Her eyelids fluttered open. “Holy shit. That was… So. Fucking. Good.” Her hands started clawing at his shirt. “Why are you still wearing clothes?”
Her urgency made him laugh again. Look at that – two laughs in less than ten minutes. Maybe he was drunker than he’d thought.
He took pity on her and helped her out by removing his shirt, and then her hands were all over his chest. Stroking, petting, scraping his nipples with her fingernails. Jesus. She was like a woman possessed, impatient to touch every inch of him.
“Can I suck you?”
The pleading note in her voice made him want to snicker in disbelief. Right. Like she needed to ask – he was aching for her mouth. No, he was aching for a lot more than her mouth, but her condom request had thrown him for a loop. He didn’t have protection on him, and no way was he taking any chances.
He’d just have to settle for the next best thing.
Connor reached for his belt, slipping the leather free of the buckle. “You want my cock? It’s all yours, baby.”
She unzipped his jeans, her breath hitching when his erection rose to meet her waiting hand. Her touch was almost reverent as her fingers danced along his shaft in a teasing caress that made him groan.
“Don’t tease me,” he rasped. “I need it too badly tonight.”
She posed a wickedly sexy sight as she slid to her knees in front of him – golden hair streaming down her back, breasts flushed pink, nipples puckered tight. It’d been a long time since he’d felt such a visceral attraction to a woman, and it was more than a sexual one. More than the instinctual need to find release in her body. He wanted to claim her. Mark her any damn way he could.
The overpowering urge unsettled him, but not enough to stop him from lifting his hips in search of her mouth.
Hudson’s lips closed around his cock.
Sweet Jesus.
An electric shock zipped down his spine and seized his balls. So criminally good. And so goddamn sexy, seeing her mouth gobble him up one inch at a time. She stopped just short of taking him all the way, her lips trembling. He waited, his ass cheeks clenching to stifle the urge to thrust deep.
She curled her fingers around his base, giving it a slow pump as she hummed around the tip of his cock and sucked hard enough to make him groan.
Almost instantly, she went still again, peering up at him as if to gauge his expression, as if to ask for permission.
Connor tangled his fingers in her hair and nodded in encouragement, and the hot suction on his dick returned, the grip of her hand becoming tighter. Every lick was exploratory, every soft moan tinged with desire and wonder. Her tongue traveled along his shaft as if she were mapping his cock and figuring out what got him off, and the thorough attention threatened his control.
He leaned his head back on the couch cushion and closed his eyes, the long swipes of her tongue and quick pumps of her hand deepening the ache in his balls. Normally he could hold out for a while, but not tonight. Tonight he just wanted an outlet for the tension and lust he’d been plagued with since Hudson had walked into his life. He just wanted to come, damn it.
“I’m close,” he warned. “Where do you want it?”
She released him with a pop, looking confused by the question.
“Your mouth?” he prompted. “Those sexy tits? Where do you want me to come, baby?”
A tiny whimper escaped her swollen, wet lips. “Wherever you want.” Then she lowered her head and sucked him deep, and he almost gave in and spilled into her hot, eager mouth.
But that infuriating need to mark her refused to go away. With a growl, he wrenched out of her mouth, fisting his cock as he leaned forward. One stroke was all it took before release slammed into him. His breath grew shallow, his vision blurring as pleasure spiraled through his body. He spurted on her breasts, his entire world narrowing to the sight of her wide gray eyes, hazy with desire and riveted to his face as if she loved watching him get off.
He sucked in oxygen, trying to regulate his breathing, his erratic heartbeat, then tugged her into his lap and covered her mouth with his. Hudson laughed even as she kissed him back, her breasts sticky against his chest.
“Is sex always this messy?” she asked breathlessly.
“Yup.” He chuckled. “That’s what makes it so great.”
She pressed her lips to his in an eager kiss, her arms looping around his neck as she rocked against his lower body. His cock was already hardening again. Son of a bitch. How did this woman have the power to do this to him? To get him worked up again seconds after sucking him dry?
Their mouths broke apart when a loud pounding sounded on the door. Hudson’s head shot toward the other end of the barn, but she relaxed when they heard Xander’s muffled voice.
“Con, I don’t mean to interrupt.”
“Then get lost,” he growled.
There was a bark of laughter. “I’d love to, but I kinda need you to talk some sense into Rylan.”
He smothered a groan. “What the hell did he do now?”