Fake Love (For Now)

by Penny Wylder

  “Breathe for me,” I say.

  “I really, really, can’t.”

  I slide my hand up onto her stomach, spreading my hand out and gently pressing her down. One gentle kiss on her swollen clit. “Trust me, this will be so much better if you breathe and relax.”

  “But—” she cuts herself off. “What about you?”

  A laugh slips out of me as I consume her. I unleash myself on her pussy with my lips and tongue, completely erasing her ability to speak, finally grazing her clit ever so gently with my teeth so I can feel her shudder. “If you don’t think I want to be doing this, then you’re wrong,” I say. “I want to hear you come, Erin.”

  A small whimper escapes her, and it’s the sexiest thing that I’ve ever heard. “Now tell me,” I whisper against her clit. “What feels the best?”

  I circle her with my tongue, and again, and again. “There,” she gasps desperately. Her whole body shudders when I focus on it. That single little spot with the tip of my tongue. It’s the only spot that exists in the world. Until she comes.

  I lose myself in her taste and the sounds she’s making, scoop my hands under her ass and feast on her until I feel her start to shake, and I don’t stop.

  “Oh God,” she says. “Hudson. Don’t stop.”

  Her hips move erratically under my mouth. I have to hold her still, and I’m smiling when she goes over, panting and moaning and hands grabbing my hair in sudden desperation. I keep licking her, dipping down to savor the taste of her orgasm and make it last longer. The way she shakes in response, I could keep going until she came again. I’m sure of it.

  I’m tempted. “Should I do it again?”

  Erin is breathing heavily and staring at the ceiling. I lick her clit again, lazily. “Fucking hell,” she says. “That was—”

  “Delicious. I don’t care how many people you’ve been with. They’re idiots.”

  “It’s not for everyone.”

  I climb up her body so I’m hovering over her, staring into her perfect, pleasure-glazed eyes. “Yes, it fucking is. When your pussy tastes that good, it is for fucking everyone.” Lowering my lips to her ear, I whisper. “But I don’t mind having it be just mine for now.”

  She shivers. “We’re not done, right?”

  I stand up off the couch before reaching down and lifting her into my arms. Erin feels amazing in my arms. “No. We’re not fucking done,” I say, and I carry her into the bedroom.

  5

  Erin

  I can’t believe I’m doing this. I can’t believe that I let him do that. I never do this. I’m not a one-night-stand kind of girl. But right now, there’s nothing that I want more than to be with Hudson. He knows. That ache that I feel in my chest all the time now. He feels it too.

  Different circumstances, but I recognize the same emotions. And that is everything.

  I’m going to remember and fantasize about his tongue between my legs for the rest of my life. My mind is still dazed and drenched in total pleasure. I think I was seconds away from death by orgasm.

  The fact that he even wanted to…

  I haven’t been with that many people, but it never really seemed that important when it was skipped over. It never bothered me. Holy fuck was I wrong. I’ve never felt like that before. Ever.

  Now he’s holding me in his arms like I weigh about as much as a feather, and being pressed up against his skin like this is overwhelming. The whiskey is still swimming in my veins, but it’s not enough to make me regret anything or question that I want this. I do. Unquestionably.

  It’s only steps from the living room into the small bedroom, but it feels like forever. And if I weren’t looking forward to what was about to happen in the bed, I would be content to just stay in his arms forever. But if what I imagine is even half of reality, I’m not going to miss a fucking second.

  The fireplace in this guest house is in the center of the wall between the bedroom and the living room, so the bedroom is lit with the same gentle, flickering light. I love it—the mood doesn’t change at all.

  Hudson lays me down on the bed with a grin. He’s so fucking hot that I can’t stop looking at him. Especially in the warm light that’s spilling from the fireplace. It catches his hair and turns it gold, shadows the scruff on his jaw that I just felt between my legs. His eyes run all the way down my body and back, drinking me in.

  I swear where his eyes fall, I can feel the burn.

  He’s still wearing his jeans, and they’re looking awfully tight. But the rest of his body is on display. It’s enough to make my mouth water.

  Hudson slowly undoes his belt. Holy shit. My eyes catch on his forearms—harder and more muscled than they have any right to be. They flex as he undoes his belt with ruthless efficiency and shoves his jeans and briefs off his hips.

  Oh my, the rest of him is just as beautiful. Cut lines on his hips leading to a cock that’s jutting straight out from his body. Powerful legs that frankly shouldn’t be as attractive as they are. But every single part of him is beautiful. And I’m staring with my mouth open.

  A sensual smirk is fixed on his face as he pulls open the bedside drawer and reaches for a condom that’s in there. I read on the list of amenities that they kept them in every house. It’s a good idea. Especially now. If I wasn’t able to fuck this man because I didn’t have a condom? I would probably cry.

  “I think I’m speechless,” I say.

  He rolls on the condom—something that I’ve never found more fascinating than I do right now. “Don’t worry, I’ll have you screaming my name in no time.”

  “So confident.”

  Leaning down, he captures my mouth with his, teasing my lips open with his tongue and plunging deeper. He doesn’t have to say anything to prove his confidence—this is more than enough.

  “Hmm,” he makes the sound before he pulls away. “How should I fuck you?”

  I bite my lip, looping my arms around my neck. “Is that a question for me? Or are you just contemplating your options?”

  “Both.”

  Intentionally, I press my body up into his harder, reveling in the feeling of his skin on mine and his cock trapped hard between us. “I don’t see any reason why there should only be one option.”

  “I like the way you think.” He kisses me again, and I get lost in it. I’m dizzy with it. I’ve never had a kiss like this. Brutal, unrelenting chemistry that cracks me open and doesn’t let me go. “But for the first time, I want to see your face when you come on my cock.”

  My whole body flushes. He knows that he’s going to make me come, and I don’t doubt him for a second.

  Hudson reaches between us, easing my legs apart and fitting himself against me. His cock isn’t even inside me yet and I can feel his size. “Oh, fuck.” The words are more a moan than anything.

  “Worried?”

  “Yes.” I can’t lie. I’ve never been with anyone near his size. In fact, I’ve been so focused on all of veterinary school and achieving my dreams that I’ve only been with two other men, and they were both…nothing in comparison.

  His lips at my ear give me goosebumps in the best fucking way. “You’ll take me,” he says quietly as he pushes into me slowly. He pulls back and then pushes again a little further. “Every fucking inch. Until I’m buried inside you, Erin.”

  He pushes further, and I hold him tighter, shift my hips so he slips deeper.

  “Say it.” The words are the whisper of a whisper.

  I gasp when he pushes in again, nearly all the way there. “Every fucking inch.”

  He thrusts in that final length, stealing any breath that I have in my lungs. I’m so full of him, and I wrap my legs around him so that I’m completely tangled in him. He feels impossibly bigger, and I don’t think I’ve ever felt complete until this moment.

  The thought stops me in my tracks. Where did that come from? Having sex with Hudson—with anyone—doesn’t make me complete. And yet I’ve never felt the way I do in this moment. Content and relieved and relaxe
d. There’s nothing that exists outside the two of us. That’s fucking amazing. Nothing has ever been able to clear the slate of my thoughts like the feeling of him.

  My pussy squeezes down on him, trying to reconcile his size, it’s not doing a great job. He’s still stretching me, and I love it. Hudson nips at my lips before kissing me hard. “You feel so fucking good.”

  “As good as I taste?” I joke.

  “Don’t ask me to compare the two. I’ll lose my mind. Right now I don’t think I can live without either.”

  My whole body shudders in response to his words, and he starts to move inside me, setting off every starburst of pleasure in my body. I still haven’t recovered from the first orgasm of the night, and my body is right there.

  Hudson starts slowly—long, rolling movements of his hips that grind him into my clit each time he moves. It’s pure, sparkling pleasure. His cock is hitting places I didn’t know could feel things, the friction slowly building up heat and want.

  “I hope you’re used to me,” Hudson says, voice a rough whisper.

  “Why?”

  “Because I’m going to fuck you, Erin.” The words are raw. Feral. And everything that I fucking want.

  He barely waits for me to nod before the entirety of him is released. Hudson drives himself into me, and my vision goes white. I’m bathing in shimmering gold pleasure, falling through everything and nothing. His cock is hitting a place that sets off a firework with every fucking stroke, and all I can do is hold on. I’m so close and so far, already moaning and saying his name just like he promised that I would.

  Hudson groans. I think my nails are digging into his back, and I can’t stop can’t stop can’t stop holy fuck—

  Pleasure slams through my body and for brilliant moments I’m made of a thousand sparklers. Every nerve I have is alive and flooded with white-hot bliss. I don’t scream, but I come damn close. The sounds that come out of me are sounds that I’ve never heard myself make before. I’m more animal than human. The craving in my bones for more of this man isn’t something that can be denied.

  I pull him closer and breathe him in. Beg him to kiss me harder and give me more of that sweet pleasure. Every thrust beyond my orgasm is laced in silver glitter.

  Hudson fucks me harder than I’ve ever been fucked in my life. Deep strokes that reach all the way to the center of me and light me up again, and again, and again. His mouth slams down on mine as he comes, groaning into my mouth and holding himself deep.

  His cock is so big that I feel his orgasm. Every pulse, and shudder. Fucking hell.

  “I—”

  “No.” Hudson shakes his head and presses his forehead against mine. “Not yet.”

  He’s not wrong. I don’t even have the breath to speak right now. My heart is still pounding, and he’s still inside me. Instead of talking, I kiss him. In the aftermath of what we just did, the way our mouths meet seems tame in comparison. But it’s so sweet that it makes me ache. I don’t care that we’re practically strangers—I don’t want him to leave this bed.

  As if he’s reading my mind, Hudson moves to pull away.

  “Please don’t leave.” I hate the desperation leaking through my voice, but it’s too late.

  Hudson smiles and brushes his lips against mine. “I’m not going anywhere. Just to the bathroom for a second.” He winks as he eases out of me.

  I’ve been so full of him that the loss of his cock is almost painful. He notices and runs his eyes over my body before disappearing so he can take care of the condom. It’s only a minute before he’s back and he’s slipping us both under the blankets and holding me against his massive body.

  I feel so small in comparison. Delicate.

  Hudson strokes a hand down my spine until it rests on my ass, locking our bodies together. “I saw you wince. I should have been gentler with you.”

  “Not on your fucking life,” I say.

  It’s practically a growl, and he smiles. “You’re definitely not what I expected.”

  “You’re exactly what I expected,” I say. “You can’t look the way you do and not be absolutely mind-blowing at sex.”

  “Mind-blowing?”

  “Brain-melting. Soul-altering. Too fucking good that I’m afraid that I just had the best sex that I’ll ever have.”

  Hudson’s face turns into a smirk. “Good. I have something to beat then.”

  “I don’t think it can be.”

  “Never underestimate a man on a mission, Erin.”

  I stretch, luxuriating in the warmth of both him and the fire that’s now starting to die down. “The mission will have to wait a little while.”

  “I’m also patient.”

  “Good.” I can’t keep the smile off my face, and I tuck myself in tighter to his body as I let myself drift away into sleep.

  The light seems extra bright when I open my eyes. Should daylight be that bright? It must be the remnants of the whiskey. My mouth is a little dry, and I’m squinting, but otherwise I can live with this.

  Beside me, breath still deep and even, is Hudson. He’s just as fucking beautiful in his sleep as when he’s awake and looking at me. I’m still in disbelief that I even did that. Hot sex with men I barely know isn’t one of the things that I do regularly. What the hell—I never do it. The two guys I slept with before were a guy from high school that I’d known for years and one of my classmates that I dated for a while in college.

  Other than that, I’d just been too busy, and my vibrator generally did a better job anyway.

  There’s no vibrator that would compare to Hudson. That’s for sure. I’m pretty confident that his cock is actually a magic wand that grants orgasms to girls like me. And I’m glad that my vibrator gets to stay in my suitcase this weekend.

  Speaking of Hudson’s incredible cock, the blanket beside me is far taller than it should be. And suddenly my mouth is no longer dry. He worshipped my body in ways that I didn’t know it could be worshipped. Time for me to repay a little of that favor.

  Ducking under the covers, the dim morning light filtering through the blanket shows me his cock, totally hard and raising the fabric. Perfect. To be honest, he’s thick enough that I don’t know how much of him will fit. But I can still make him feel good.

  His cock bobs when I touch it with my tongue, reacting to the pure sensation. I take him into my mouth, and he stirs. He’s hot and hard in my mouth, and obviously bigger than any other cock I’ve had in my mouth. This is one thing that I know that I’m good at.

  I roll my tongue under the tip of him, sucking deeper, barely taking any of him in before my mouth is full. Slowly, I start a rhythm, driving down onto him and pulling back, making sure that my lips never leave his skin.

  When he wakes, I know. There’s a low groan, and he startles. His voice is rough and dark with sleep and probably the same hangover that I have. “Erin?”

  I make a sound around his cock, and he groans again. “What are you doing?”

  “If that’s not obvious,” I release him long enough to say, “Then I’m not doing a good enough job.”

  Hudson throws the covers back, looking down at me with eyes still dusted with sleep and filled with lust. I don’t break the stare as I push down again, and his eyes roll back in his head. “Jesus fuck.”

  I laugh around his shaft and stick my ass up in the air, wiggling it around so he can see it, and I swear he gets even harder in my mouth. Using my tongue, I swirl around his head until I focus on that spot I know every man loves. Just underneath. I work it the way he worked my clit, and it’s barely a minute before his muscles are tensing, leaning down to grab my hair and guide me deeper.

  But I pull back. This is my game now. Releasing his shaft entirely, I lift his cock out of the way and lock eyes with him as I put his balls in my mouth. Hudson’s eyes go wide, and I suck gently, and then harder, stroking his shaft as I do.

  I imagine what he’s seeing right now—my face barely visible between his legs as I suck that secret part of him. The image o
f it makes me wet, and the wiggling of my ass isn’t a show anymore, it’s to get any kind of friction between my legs because this is turning me on.

  Moving my mouth back to his cock, I drive myself down onto him until I can’t take anymore. My lips are stretched tight over his skin, and he curses loudly. “Get the fuck up here, Erin, before I come.”

  “Isn’t that the point?” I ask with a grin before licking him like a lollipop. Or a cock ice cream cone. I would eat ice cream off this dick. If I was only allowed to eat ice cream off his cock for the rest of my life, I would say ‘yes, please,’ and ‘thank you.’

  “It’s not the point when you haven’t come yet.”

  I raise an eyebrow and smirk at him. “That can come later.”

  “Or it could come now.” He grabs my arms and pulls me up his body.

  I laugh as I sprawl over him. “You don’t want to finish.”

  “Trust me, I want to,” he says. “But I promised you the best sex of your life, and that doesn’t happen with me coming first.”

  “It could.”

  “We’ll save that for another day.”

  I grin at him. “You’re planning on another day?”

  “You’re here for the weekend, right?”

  Slowly, I nod, still not quite believing that this is happening. With him. And me. “I am.”

  “We could be responsible and end it this morning,” he says quietly. “But I think it might be nice to take a weekend off from responsibility.”

  Suddenly feeling a little more brazen, I arch into him. “Responsibility is overrated.”

  “Glad we’re on the same page,” he says against my lips. “Now I believe I have a mission to complete, and that mission requires that you tell me where your vibrator is.”

  I blink at him. “What?”

  “Last night you told me that you would be here with your vibrator between your legs, thinking about me. That means you brought it with you, right?” He’s grinning, a mischievous gleam in his eyes.