by Lara Norman
When his tongue slipped past her lips she moaned, and it spurred him into action. He shifted, kissing her cheek and then her forehead as he held his hand out to her. Reagan trusted him implicitly, one of the many things he liked so much about her. She slid her hand into his and followed him to his bedroom. It, too, was white, with a deep gray comforter pulled back invitingly from the head of the bed. He sat on the edge, pulling her to stand between his legs.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured as he drew up the hem of her sweater. Her quick flash of a smile told him he was heading in the right direction.
Her bra was electric blue and showcased her pale breasts. He couldn't help but touch them, running his finger around the top curve of each and finding her tightened nipples to roll between his thumb and forefinger. If the way she closed her eyes and threw her head back was any indication, he was doing it right. She anchored herself to him by holding on to his shoulders, her fingers flexing and gripping the louder her cries became. When he sucked her flesh into his mouth, her hands slipped into his hair and pulled. The slight pain centered him, urged him on, which in turn ratcheted up his lust. He worked her bra clasp free to expose her to him fully, using his tongue on her as he shifted his prime focus to the rest of her clothes. Reagan kicked out of her shoes and helped him yank off her jeans, feeling the flush cover her body as she stood bare before him.
She looked right at him, at his hooded eyes and his full lips, at the beard she'd dreamed about having on her skin once more. Unashamed of her nakedness—due mostly to the hungry way he gazed at her—she leaned forward to kiss him again. She wanted him nude, wanted to see all of him in the way she hadn't in too long. She felt the anticipation of utilizing the bed with Hudson as a clenching in her pussy. She needed to be touched.
Hudson broke the kiss to pull his shirt off. “I want you, Reagan.” He unfastened his pants and guided her hand to his crotch. “Do you feel what you do to me?”
Reagan stroked her hand over the constriction of his slacks and felt his trapped cock. “Let me take care of that.”
He smiled at her, shifting to stand and take off the rest of his clothes. “I’m going to take care of you, Reagan.”
His height compared to hers always had a way of making her feel like she was tiny and fragile. He’d never treated her that way, but she felt a tremble begin in her bones as he stared heatedly at her nakedness. “I need you to touch me,” she whispered.
“Here,” he responded, indicating the bed.
Reagan did her best to climb gracefully onto the bed, but she knew it didn't matter in the end. Hudson joined her, and her mouth watered at the sight of him in need. She blinked as he loomed over her and kissed her again. She figured she could kiss him forever if given the chance, but she had other matters that were more pressing at the moment. He touched her, starting at her belly and roaming down over her hip to her thigh. She couldn't think about anything but him and the way he engulfed her senses as he worked her mouth with his. The minutes stretched out before them as his fingers stroked over her thigh in a tantalizing rhythm while she found his tongue with her own. She sighed into his mouth, the sound morphing into a gasp as he finally touched her exactly where she needed him the most. Her legs fell open and he cupped her fully before sliding a finger through her wetness. Her back arched of its own accord and Hudson shifted his attention to her tits. He loved them, the size of them, the responsiveness he pulled out of her as he flicked his tongue in time with his thumb on her clit.
She cried out when he gave all of his attention to her pleasure. Reagan was on fire, her body responding to Hudson’s touch the way it had each time they’d come together; with a fierceness that stole her breath. Her orgasm came quickly, crashing over her in wave after wave that had her legs shifting and her entire body straining toward his.
“I need to be filled by you, Hudson,” she managed to force out in a strangled voice.
“Ah, god, Reagan.” His forehead thumped to hers. “I want that, too.”
As if to prove to him what she needed, Reagan reached out and wrapped her hand around his cock. Finding it already weeping for her, she caressed the tip before bringing her thumb to her mouth.
Hudson’s eyes darkened as he watched her tongue flick out to taste him. “Fuck.”
“Yes, please.”
His grin was fast and sincere. He moved, bracing on both of his hands as he settled between her legs. Once again he lowered his head to kiss her, thrilled as she framed his face in her hands. She knew how to be tender, how to show her emotions with her actions. He teased her, thrusting forward so that his cock slid along her wetness without giving her the satisfaction of entering her.
“Oh, please, don’t tease,” she moaned against his lips before her head tilted back.
He took the chance to run his tongue along her throat before he realigned and pushed slowly inside her. His height kept him from meeting her mouth with his anymore, a loss he was surprised to feel so keenly. It didn't bother him for long as she hooked her ankles together around his waist and urged him to move faster.
Reagan felt the way her body responded so readily to his, her inner muscles squeezing his cock and pulling him in. With every thrust she gasped, thinking it had never been like that before. When Hudson pushed up to his knees, holding her hips and picking up his pace, she clutched at the sheets around her in a desperate need to hold on to something. Her eyelids were languorously heavy, but she forced them open to watch the passion on Hudson’s face. His brow was furrowed, his mouth slightly open as his breathing accelerated. The muscles in his arms strained as he pushed and pulled on her hips to match his pace. When he opened his eyes to watch her, she found a secret kind of pleasure in the way his gaze devoured her bouncing boobs. She saw the change as he neared his release, as the veins in his neck bulged and his grip on her tightened. Instinct had her touching herself, finding her clit and rubbing it rapidly.
“Come inside me, Hudson. Fill me up.”
“Yes, Reagan, for god’s sake, yes.”
His groans turned to grunts as she massaged her pussy until she came. He was barely holding on by a thin thread, and he let that control go as her muscles clamped down on his cock. She gave a short scream, losing her breath as he pushed in as far as he could, stilling and letting out a stream of curses as he pressed hard against her.
She welcomed his weight as he lowered himself to kiss her. She held on for all she was worth as he devoured her lips, as he peppered her face with kisses. He moved off her finally, flopping to her side and reaching out to touch her. She rolled and snuggled against his side.
“I feel like that should have been our first time,” he said quietly, facing her and kissing her forehead.
“Mmm.” She didn't know what to say to that. Her brain was still mush.
His fingers tangled with hers and he hiked a leg over her waist. “I missed you.”
She smiled at him, seeing the truth of that statement in his eyes. “It seems like it.”
He moved closer, draping an arm around her torso much like his leg was draped over her thigh. “I mean it. I freaked, I admit, but I missed you. I’m glad you had the courage to come here.”
“I’m going to make you even more glad I came here.”
He smirked at her innuendo. “We should shower first.”
“We should do both.”
“You’ll get no argument from me, but my shower isn’t big enough for adventures.”
Reagan stuck her bottom lip out. “Oh.”
“But I’ve never not been intrepid, so we can give it a try.”
She laughed at him.
It wasn't as funny when faced with the small tub/shower combo. There was no way they would both fit in there.
She turned to him, finding him leaning on the door frame and staring at her ass. She smirked until his gaze met hers. “I'll just be quick, and then you can have a turn.”
He grinned. “We could both stand in there as long we were completely still.”
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sp; “I may be new at this, but I'm pretty sure that's not how it works.”
He gave a small laugh. “Okay, then, you first.”
It felt completely natural to Reagan to come out of his bathroom a few minutes later with a towel around her head. She'd been careful to be thorough but quick. As she wandered out of the bedroom and into the living room to find Hudson, she wondered how soon he would be up for another round and how long she could get away with staying there before she had to be back at the dorm. Being a freshman had its disadvantages. Reagan found Hudson in the kitchen drinking a bottle of water. She pulled off the towel, dropped it on the table, and pressed herself against his back.
“Shower is all yours.”
He turned in her arms and pressed a kiss to her mouth. “I better be fast.”
She frowned and searched for the clock, afraid it was already time to go. “Why’s that?”
“I can’t keep my hands off you for much longer.”
She patted his ass and moved closer to rub against his hardening cock. “I can tell.”
He groaned but moved away from her to head to the shower. “Help yourself to anything in the apartment,” he called over his shoulder.
The only thing she wanted was him, but she opened the fridge for a bottle of water anyway. Shivering slightly in her nakedness, she decided to climb into his bed and warm up under the comforter while she waited. There was nothing terribly personal in his room. Frankly, it looked like he lived in a hotel with how impersonal it was. When she shivered again, she stopped looking around and got in the bed. She liked that the sheets smelled like him. It made her relax, something she’d been doing a poor job of lately. She heard the water running in the shower and smiled to think of him joining her soon. She was so comfortable that she closed her eyes for a second as she listened to him turning off the water and moving around in the bathroom.
Hudson came into the bedroom to find Reagan sound asleep in his bed. Ignoring his growing need, he set an alarm for dinnertime on his phone and gingerly got in next to her, careful not to wake her. He realized with a jolt that he was experiencing exactly what he wanted in the long term. He made a conscious effort not to overreact, instead breathing deeply and closing his eyes with visions of a naked Reagan in his mind.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Reagan was as nervous as a long-tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs. Since Saturday had ended up going off the rails, she was going to spend the entire day with Hudson on Sunday. Falling asleep had not been in her plans, but she had to admit that it was really nice to wake up in Hudson’s bed. She stared at his face for a long time, enjoying the way he appeared so peaceful. She took her time reaching toward him, making contact with his bare chest and trailing her fingers around the warm skin. He opened his eyes on several blinks and smiled.
“Sorry I fell asleep,” she said. “I just haven't been sleeping lately.”
He ran a fingertip down her jawline to her chin. “It’s fine.”
“I should go in a bit.”
“Let me feed you first, okay?”
She liked the idea of him cooking for her. “Sure.”
Reagan sat at the table and watched as he moved around the room and threw together a quick meal. She beamed at him as he set the food on the table and joined her.
“I need to go back to being a model employee so I don’t have to be out on suspension longer than thirty days. We absolutely can’t be seen in public together until the end of the semester.”
She nodded as she helped herself to a piece of bread. “I understand. Honestly, if we see each other here when we’re able to, we won’t be so tempted to get in trouble in your office.”
“I hope not. I usually show much more restraint.” He chuckled a little. “Just wait until tomorrow, my dear.”
She paused with her glass halfway to her mouth, looking at him with raised brows. “What does that mean?”
His grin was devilish. “I haven’t shown you all my tricks. I think tomorrow calls for expanding your knowledge.”
She managed to finish her dinner without asking him what he meant, exactly.
It was now Sunday, and she felt as though she should have made him tell her explicitly what he had planned so she wouldn't be nervous. She wanted to put on something cute, but it was the dead of winter, which meant she would have to settle for layers and warmth. Gabby had left earlier to spend the day with her friends, so there was no one there to ask why she was stalling or notice how out of sorts she was acting. Reagan brushed her hair one more time, looked in the mirror for the tenth time, and left the room with a deep breath and a reminder that he had never done anything she didn’t like before.
Reagan discovered that she was more nervous about knocking on his door today than she had been the day before. But when he opened the door in a long sleeved tee and low-slung flannel pants, all she could do was stare at him as saliva pooled in her mouth.
“Coming in?” he asked her. She detected a note of smugness in his voice and shrugged casually.
“Yeah, of course.”
Reagan stepped over the threshold and set her purse on his hall table. She didn't know if he was interested in formalities at that point or not, but she just wanted to jump him where he stood. He looked so damn good.
“How are you this morning?” he asked.
Reagan smiled and relaxed at the easy look on his face. This was Hudson, not anyone to be nervous around. “I’m great.”
She took her coat off and watched him hang it in his closet. She realized that it felt way too right to be there with him, in his home, putting her coat in his closet like it was her home, too.
“You know, I have to stay in Maryland for the summer since I’ll be working.”
Hudson followed her to the living room and sat on the couch next to her. “Oh?”
She nodded. “Yeah, I talked to Luna about it and we’re trying to figure out how we can afford to live here together. She planned on going home, but she’d stay to help me out.”
He propped his elbow on the back of the couch and faced her. “I don’t think you need to make Luna stay here.”
“Well, there’s Davis, he already has a two-bedroom, but it would be a little odd. Not odd as in he’d hit on me, but odd—”
“You’re not living with another guy when you could just live here.”
She gave him a wide smile and blinked a few times. “I could?”
He sighed. “You knew I’d offer, didn't you?”
“I hoped.”
“Since your last class will be over, and I won’t be your professor, then there’s nothing wrong with it. What about your brother?”
Reagan looked down at her hands, fidgeting with them in her lap. “I’ve already mentioned to him that I’ll likely end up staying here in College Park. I guess we’ll have to figure out how to introduce you two.”
“That sounds like fun.” He grimaced.
She moved across the space between them and climbed onto his lap. He shifted, holding her hips as she straddled him. “We’ll figure it out. Now that I know you want me, we’ll work out the rest as it comes.”
“I always wanted you, Reagan, even knowing it’s against the rules.” He nipped her chin. “Always.”
With her arms wound around his neck, she leaned down to press her mouth to his. What she intended to be a simple caress morphed into a hard meeting of lips and tongues. He had a knack for devouring her, for making her feel wanton and needy. Her hips surged forward to meet his, thrilling at the feel of him so hard beneath her, and he groaned in her mouth. His touch streaked up her back and down again, pulling on her ass to bring her closer. She couldn't catch her breath, but she didn't care. She didn't want to stop kissing him for something as inconsequential as breathing. When Hudson eventually broke away to kiss his way down her throat, she gasped in air. He kneaded her ass and licked at her pulse, causing her to whimper.
“You make me feel gorgeous.”
“You are gorgeous.”
“B
edroom?”
He spoke against her throat. “Anything you want.”
“Just you.” She swung a leg off his lap so they could stand and yelped when he smacked her ass.
“Good thing.”
Reagan stopped in the doorway to his bedroom. The comforter and top sheet were not on the bed. She saw them folded on top of his dresser, next to a pile of fabric.
“What are you planning?” She looked at him over her shoulder.
Hudson stepped up behind her, sweeping her hair off her shoulder to kiss the side of her neck. “I told you yesterday that I would give you a taste of something new.”
Her legs trembled. “So you did.”
“You aren’t scared, are you?”
“Of you? No. Of the unknown? Yes.”
Hudson could feel the tremors running through her body. He touched her to ground her, to make her desire him and forget her fears. He trailed his fingers under the bottom of her sweater and along the skin of her waist, ran his tongue behind her ear, cupped her over the seam of her jeans. Her pelvis bucked toward his hand, and he whispered in her ear.
“I’m going to suck on every inch of your skin.” Her breathing was coming in harsh pants as he rubbed her pussy over and over. “I’m going to lay you out on my bed.” He ran the tip of his tongue around the shell of her ear. “I’m going to wrap my lips around your nipples, and then I’m going to bite them.” Moving his hands, he pinched both of her nipples until she was crying out. “And when your juices are dripping all over my sheet, I’ll consider sucking your clit until you scream my name.”
Shuddering in his arms, her knees weak, Reagan realized that she wanted everything he’d just said. “Please,” she begged.
“Get undressed, Reagan.”
Without looking back at him, she pulled her sweater over her head, followed by her bra, her jeans, and her underwear. She stood at the foot of his bed and finally turned to face him. He’d taken off his shirt but not his pants, and he was holding the fabric she’d seen on his dresser. It dawned on her that it was neckties as he ran his fingers over them.
