I roll my hips and he groans. “Stop waiting,” I say. “Fuck me.”
He does. Pulling back, he thrusts in and pleasure explodes in my body. I’m already so sensitive from my two orgasms that it’s like a door to pleasure has opened. Hudson is filling me up over and over again, and that fullness sends off crackles of furious pleasure racing across my skin. I can feel it already building, and I know that I’m going to come again. I’m moaning again, and I press my heels into his ass, urging him on harder. My hands explore like they have a mind of their own. His chest, his hair, his back. It’s too much and not enough. “Harder,” I whisper in his ear, even though it sounds more like a moan. “Please take me harder.”
Hudson kisses me, mouth rough on mine as he honors my request. He slams in harder, deeper, the table making sounds of protest beneath us. He’s hitting that rare place inside that feels like lightning and suddenly I can’t breathe. It grows brighter and brighter until I am electrified. I am nothing but this feeling. “Hudson.” I say it against his lips. I’m shaking with it, with him, and I dig my nails into his skin, pull him closer to me with everything I have. “Please.”
He reaches between us, and one touch on my clit is all it takes. The lightning races outward, making every nerve in my body come alive with light and heat and pleasure and I scream again. I don’t care who can hear me, let the whole club hear me because this feels so fucking good. God, yes. Yes. Yes. Hudson has slowed his pace, instead entering me with deliberate, forceful thrusts that send shudders and aftershocks through me.
Leaning over me, he takes one of my nipples into his mouth again and I arch up into him. I don’t understand how I can possibly want more, but I do. I don’t want it to stop. This sudden, vast need in me wants him to keep going. To take me so thoroughly that I will never forget.
Hudson puts his hands on my thighs, spreading my legs so they aren’t wrapped around him anymore. Instead I’m wide open, everything bare and visible to him. He’s still inside me, and he rocks his hips into me, watching where we’re joined. The way he presses in sends a fluttery aftershock through me, and I clamp down on him. “God, I love it when you do that,” he groans. “You’ll never know how good it feels.”
“I think I’ve got a pretty good idea,” I say, squeezing again and allowing a smirk on my face.
He laughs. “We can both play like that.” He thrusts in again, and I’m thoroughly silenced.
Hudson’s grip on my thighs tightens, and he builds up his speed again until he reaches that same frenzied pace. And with my legs spread wide, he grinds down onto my clit so that every roll of his hips has an added burst of pleasure. God, I never thought I’d be so grateful for friction. Hudson’s breath is coming in guttural gasps, and I know he’s close. He closes his eyes, and I can see a sheen of sweat on his skin. I want him to come. I want to be the reason he feels the same kind of pleasure that he gave me. I squeeze down on him hard, and he groans, driving into me even deeper.
This orgasm doesn’t give me any warning, seizing me and making me lose my breath while light bursts behind my eyes. I cry out, and I feel Hudson come too. He’s buried to the hilt inside me, cock jerking while he groans. I manage to suck in a breath. “Fuck.”
Hudson has collapsed onto his arms over me, and he’s searching my face. “Fantasy number three.”
“That was a good one.”
A smirk appears on his perfect, kissable mouth. “I thought you might like it.”
He slips out to clean up, and then he’s back, lifting me up off the table and back to the couch where he settles me next to him, my legs across his lap. “So, did that help?” he asks.
“Help what?” I notice that two more champagne glasses have magically appeared on the table. The staff here are so well trained that they’re almost ninjas.
“Help you think of some of your own fantasies.”
I blush despite the fact that he was just inside me and I was just screaming. Somehow it feels like sex is one thing, sharing intimate fantasies is another. “It might have,” I admit, reaching out for a glass.