“I think you’re going to like this.” Connor’s tone grew downright seductive. “I’ve never met a woman who doesn’t moan at the sight of Ry’s cock.”
The blonde sank to her knees in front of Rylan, dragging the denim off his muscular legs in one fluid motion. His thick erection sprang up, and a wink of silver caught the light – the barbell running horizontally through the crown of his cock.
Hudson moaned.
Loudly.
Connor grinned. “Yeah, that’s about right.”
Holy shit. How was any of this happening?
Connor’s dark laughter heated her skin as he leaned in closer. “You like the piercing, huh? Most chicks seem to agree with you. One told me it hits a sweet spot deep in her pussy when he’s fucking her.”
Hudson’s breathing went shallow. She squirmed on the stool, impossibly turned on. Wetter than she’d ever been in her life.
“Maybe I’ll let you fuck him so you can feel it,” Connor offered.
“Let me? You have no say in who I screw.”
“Yes, I do.” He took another sip of tequila. “My men follow my lead. They won’t touch you unless I consent to it.”
“It must be nice to have minions.”
His teeth bared in a harsh smile. “I didn’t ask for their loyalty, but I have it. And I’m a ruthless bastard, sweetheart. Someone gives me unconditional loyalty? Damn straight I’ll use it to my advantage.”
“Yeah? Well, you don’t have my loyalty.” She tilted her head in challenge. “What if I want to go over there?” She turned back in time to see the blonde swallow half of Rylan’s cock in one deep gulp, and nearly fell off the stool.
“By all means, go ahead.” Connor waved toward the couch. “Just don’t expect him to fuck you. Jamie might, though.” A contemplative note entered his voice. “You know what? That sounds beautiful, seeing her lips all over you.”
Hudson’s breath caught.
His warm breath fanned over her ear. “I want to hear the noises you make when her tongue touches your clit.” Then he straightened up. “Yeah, let’s find out. Why don’t you walk your sexy ass over there and put on a show for me?”
Hudson stayed put.
“Or not,” he said with a chuckle.
Damn him. He was purposely toying with her and she didn’t know why. And she was trapped. Helpless. Every time she moved her head she was greeted by an even dirtier sight. On the other side of the room, Xander was enjoying himself as much as Rylan, his naked body falling back on soft cushions as a raven-haired girl with a full-sleeve tattoo climbed on top of him.
Kade was sprawled on the other end of the couch, fisting his own cock. His expression glittered recklessly, a stark change from what she normally saw on his face. She’d thought he was the sweet one, but there was nothing sweet about him right now. He was as sinful as the rest of them.
“Why did you bring me here?” she whispered.
Connor moved closer again, sending a shiver through her body. His presence was terrifying. Thrilling. She wanted to kiss him. So badly she could practically taste him on her lips.
“You know exactly why I brought you here.”
Arousal tightened her throat. “To… have sex with me?”
He smiled, and she knew in that moment she was wrong. He hadn’t brought her here for sex. He’d wanted her to watch. To witness. So she could… could what? What was his endgame? What the hell did he want from her?
“Look at Rylan’s face,” he coaxed. “See the way his brow tightens when she sucks him deep? He looks like he’s in pain, but he’s not, is he, Hudson?”
“No,” she mumbled. “He loves it.”
“Oh yeah, he does. He’ll start fucking her mouth soon. Fast and hard, until she’s choking on his dick. Rylan likes it rough.”
His silky voice slid into her ear, and she was suddenly reminded of the stories her father used to tell her about God and the devil. Worshipping a higher power was banned in the Colonies, but Hudson’s father had thought it was important to educate her about the religions of the past. They’d all sounded frightening to her, though. Judgmental and shameful, rooted in pain and penance.
But right now, with Connor whispering filth in her ear, it was easy to believe in the existence of the devil. A seductive creature that lured you into the flames of sin, drew you closer and closer until he burned you alive.
“Watch,” he repeated, low and commanding. His hand curled around her neck to direct her gaze where he wanted it to go.
Hudson bit her lip to stifle a moan as she watched the blonde – Jamie – work Rylan’s hard shaft. Connor was right. Rylan’s features were stretched tight as if in agony, but the naked pleasure glittering in his eyes belied the pained expression. His lips parted slightly as Jamie swallowed him up again, so deep her nose bumped his tight abs, and then he threw his head back and released a husky growl that Hudson could hear even from where she sat.
“He’s not coming.” Connor’s remark broke through her spellbound haze.
“How do you know?” she found herself asking.
“Because I know what he looks like when he does.”
Oh hell. Why did he have to plant that image in her head? How many times had these men fucked together? Or one another? A hot streak of lust roared through her blood, burning hotter when Connor’s fingers lightly threaded through her hair.
“I also know that if he has the choice, he’d choose to come inside a tight pussy over a wet mouth any day.” Those long fingers fisted her hair, giving a playful tug. “And look at that – I guess she agrees with him.”
Hudson held her breath as Jamie rose to her feet and wiggled out of her jeans. Rylan wasted no time yanking her back into his lap, his large hands splaying on her waist as she lowered herself onto his dick. Twin groans rumbled in Hudson’s direction, making her thighs tremble.
It was too much. Too… intimate. She wrestled her gaze away, only to gasp when it landed on Kade’s hand gripping the base of Xander’s shaft, holding it steady as the dark-haired girl’s head bobbed over Xander’s erection, her hand absently stroking his thigh as she pleasured him.
Breathing hard, Hudson abruptly shifted her gaze. This time it landed on Pike, who stood in the doorway holding a bottle of amber liquid, taking in the same salacious scene she’d just stumbled upon.
“Why doesn’t Pike join them?”
Connor propped his elbows on the bar counter and leaned back. “It’s not his kink.”
“What’s his kink, then?”
“He likes to watch.” Connor shrugged. “Some people get off on being watched. Others get off on watching. Some get off on both.”
Her thighs clenched. “Which one are you?”
He didn’t answer.
Frustration jammed in her chest. “Fine, don’t tell me.” She paused. “You’re not going to ask what my kink is?”
He offered an infuriating smirk. “No need. I already know the answer.”
He did? Because she’d sure as hell like to know. She’d never thought about any of this stuff before. What got her off, what got other people off. Nobody talked about sex in the city; it was done behind closed doors. And even at the compound, where it was out in the open, it wasn’t something she’d witnessed often. Dominik had made sure to keep her far away from the raunchy activities his men were involved in.
“Why don’t they care that everyone is watching?” she asked in dismay.
Connor’s jaw hardened.
Damn it. She’d said the wrong thing again.
“Why should they? Do you want them to feel embarrassed? To worry about what people might think tomorrow?” His expression was impossible to read. “There is no tomorrow, Hudson. Right now is all that matters.”
“Live in the moment,” she murmured.
“That’s what we do, sweetheart. You take pleasure where you can get it, because who knows when you’ll get another chance? So, yes, we live in the moment.” Then he chuckled, nodding at the far couch. “And what a fucking mome
nt.”
Hudson choked back a groan. The raven-haired girl was riding Xander, and Kade was… Oh fuck… Kade was kneeling behind her, his fingers wrapped around his cock as he guided it to her… her…
Hudson’s pussy contracted so hard, she had to grip the side of the stool to stop from falling over.
Connor noted her reaction with a crude smile. “You like that, huh? Have you ever had a man’s cock in your ass, Hudson? And another one in your pussy at the same time?”
She was on fire. She was seriously going to self-combust. The arousal constricting her core was unbearable. Excruciating. If she’d been alone, she would have slipped her hand inside her pants and eased the dull ache, made herself come until she’d screamed herself hoarse.
Connor must have read her mind, because he barked out a laugh. “What are you waiting for? Get yourself off.” His eyebrows lifted in a taunt. “I know you want to.”
Her heartbeat exploded, a ragged breath squeezing out of her throat. “Do it for me,” she blurted out.
6
Connor had never seen a woman more ready to be fucked. Hudson’s pupils were dilated, her cheeks flushed, throat straining as if she couldn’t draw enough oxygen into her lungs. He could feel her arousal. It incinerated the air, tickling his skin and heating his balls. The tight nipples poking through the front of her shirt begged for his tongue, made his fingers itch to rip that shirt off her and feast on her tits.
He wouldn’t even have to ask permission. He knew she’d let him put his tongue all over her if he wanted to. She’d spread her legs and offer herself up to him like a goddamn sacrifice.
But that wasn’t why he’d brought her here. Sex could wait. Answers couldn’t.
“Please.” One word, rippling with desperation. Then she uttered it again, this time in the form of a whimper. “Please.”
He smiled. “You want me to make you come?”
“Y-yes. Please, Connor.”
He dragged one finger along her bare arm. Christ, her skin was hot to the touch. “How? With my tongue? My cock?”
“Both,” she choked out.
His fingers skimmed up to her shoulder, scraping the side of her neck before gripping her chin. Gray eyes, smoky with excitement, peered up at him.
“Ask me if I want to fuck you,” he commanded.
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.
Christ, he wanted her naked. He wanted to shove his fingers inside her and fuck her with them while she stroked herself. But he kept his hands to himself, curled them into fists and pressed them on either side of the stool to avoid temptation.
Rylan was still watching Hudson. So were several other men, including Lennox, who met Connor’s eyes with a grin of approval.
Lennox’s door was always open to Connor and the others, and he asked for nothing in return except for backup when it was needed. That was how it worked in the free land. Barter and trade worked fine for material things; the rest of the time outlaws dealt in favors. Lennox didn’t call in his favors often, though. Or at least not often enough to justify how much time Connor and his boys spent at this joint. So even though he hadn’t brought Hudson here for Lennox, he was glad the man was enjoying the show.
Hudson
made a helpless sound that went straight to Connor’s cock. Shit, sometimes he wished he did think with his dick. At least then he could be inside her right now, fucking them both blind.
When she curled her fingers over the edge of her stool, he tsked in disapproval and grabbed her hand. Hudson jerked as if he’d shot her, her expression a haze of passion.
“So many sexy things you can be holding on to, and you choose the chair?” He tsked again, then moved her hand to her breast and covered her knuckles with his palm, forcing her to squeeze the perky mound.