Page 9 of Pieces (Cedar Lakes University #3)
Chapter eight
Daphne
Can you die from too much pleasure?
Because tonight might be the night I find out.
It’s also the night I’m losing my virginity to Hudson, this impossibly beautiful boy who makes me feel more alive, more wanted, than I ever thought possible. Not that he knows that. I almost told him earlier, but I didn’t want to scare him off. This isn’t some kind of claiming where I become obsessed with him. This is sex between two adults, and it works out so much better this way. Once we’re done, he goes back to his life and wants nothing more from me, and I go back to mine. This is exactly what I needed. And I trust him, I might’ve only met him tonight, but I do.
“Hudson,” I breathe, my voice catching as my body thrums with sensation. “Please…”
“Come for me again, princess,” he murmurs as his lips brush against my ear. That damn nickname doing ungodly things to me. “Let me feel you squeeze my fingers one more time. I need you soaked.”
His words are pure sin, but there’s a tenderness within them that sets him apart. I’ve been close with others before, but this… This feels different. Hudson makes me feel cherished, like I’m the center of his world, even if just for a fleeting moment. But even now, as his fingers work their magic the way only vibrators have in the past, he’s watching me, studying my reactions, ensuring I’m with him every step of the way.
When his fingers curl just right, a burst of pleasure overtakes me, my release hitting hard and fast. “Hudson!” I cry out, my back arching as waves of sensation ripple through my body.
He gives me a moment to recover, his lips trailing soft kisses along my collarbone. “You’re incredible,” he whispers against my skin, voice thick with awe.
I manage a shaky laugh and meet his gaze. “I’ll give you a solid eight out of ten for that.”
The intensity in his eyes steals my breath. It’s as if he’s memorizing every inch of me, every sound I make, and it’s overwhelming in a way I’ve never experienced before. “Eight out of ten? That’s all? I’m wounded.”
“I guess we have time for you to redeem yourself.”
My hand finds its way to him, sliding down his chest to wrap around his length. He’s big and thick, and I’m suddenly nervous about all of this. Then, his sharp intake of breath and the way his body tenses under my touch send a thrill of confidence through me. I want him so badly. I’m joking about the eight out of ten, and he knows it. He’s a ten, easily.
He groans, a deep sound that makes heat pool between my thighs all over again. “I told you, princess, if you keep that up,” he warns, his lips curving into a crooked smile, “it’ll be over before we even begin, and I’m already only an eight, I’ve got work to do here.”
I bite my lip, a playful smile tugging at the corners of my mouth. “Then maybe you should stop talking and work on improving your score.”
His laugh is soft, just like the smile he shines my way.
Reaching over to his discarded jeans, he finds a condom in his wallet, his movements deliberate but unhurried. “Are you sure?” he asks as he pauses to look at me.
My chest tightens at his caring demeanor. It’s this, his gentleness, his respect, that makes me certain. “I’m sure,” I say, my voice steady. “I want you, Hudson.”
His smile shifts, turning feral, and the raw desire in his expression ignites something just as hungry deep within me. “Good.” Leaning closer, his lips brush mine as he speaks. “Because I’ve never wanted anyone like I want you. I want to feel that perfect pussy of yours clench around me. You’re about to learn just how good it feels to be mine.”
My heart pounds so hard I can feel it in my throat. Am I ready for this? The question lingers briefly, but it’s swallowed by the way he says my name, the raw need in his voice. He doesn’t just want me; he craves me. And somehow, that gives me the certainty I didn’t even realize I needed. Nerves flutter in my stomach, but they’re drowned out by the certainty in his eyes and the steady warmth of his touch. I know this is right. I know he’s right.
With another lingering kiss, he rolls the condom on. Then he’s moving between my legs, his weight comforting as he presses against me.
“Relax,” he soothes as his hands trail along my sides. The scent of him, spicy but sweet, with a hint of me, infiltrates my head as I take a deep breath. When he begins to push forward, the stretch is intense, and I stiffen instinctively. His hand finds mine, fingers lacing together, pressing into the mattress as he whispers, “I’ve got you. Just breathe.”
I do, letting out a shaky breath as my body adjusts to him. He’s patient, giving me time, his eyes never leaving mine. When he’s fully seated, the connection is overwhelming.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he whisper-hisses before looking at me. “You okay?”
“Yeah,” I whisper, feeling so full. “I… I need you to move.”
A curse escapes his lips as he starts to move. Each thrust sends a shot of pleasure through me, the discomfort melting away with every roll of his hips. His hands untangle from mine to slide under me, tilting my body to meet his movements, and when he hits a spot deep inside, I gasp, my nails digging into his shoulders.
“Ohhh,” I moan from the sensation. The heat between us builds rapidly as my eyes snap to his, whimpering when his length massages that spot again.
“That’s it, princess,” he groans, the sound like gravel in my ear. Only turning me on more. “You take me so fucking well. God, you feel so good.”
The praise sends a shiver into my core, erupting over my skin, and I arch into him, desperate to feel more, to be closer. His lips find mine in a kiss that’s all heat and hunger, but he doesn’t stop moving, his pace increasing as my body matches his rhythm.
He shudders against my lips, his breath hot and ragged. “So fucking perfect. Do you feel that? The way you’re squeezing me?”
I nod, incapable of words. My body’s responding to him in ways I didn’t know were possible.
“That’s it,” he whispers. His lips brush against the shell of my ear, his voice low and wrecked. “I can feel you. Fuck, Daphne. You’re close, aren’t you? I can feel how close you are. Let go for me. Come for me, princess. Show me how good I make you feel.”
The words ignite something entirely new, the pressure pushing me up to a fever pitch. Every nerve feels electrified, every touch, every thrust sending me spiraling higher. His hands grip me tighter, guiding me, barreling me closer and closer to release as his lips leave open-mouthed kisses over my neck in a trail of fire.
“I’ve got you,” he murmurs, his voice soothing and demanding all at once. “Let go. I want to feel you fall apart for me.”
The combination of his words, his touch, and the relentless pleasure coursing through me is too much. I cry out as the tension snaps, sending me hurtling over the edge. My body clenches around him, pulsing, wave after wave of ecstasy ripping through me as he groans my name, holding me through every shuddering second.
As I catch my breath, he stills inside me, and a newfound confidence surges within me. Pushing gently against his chest, I whisper, “Can I try something?”
He hesitates for a moment, then complies, slipping out of me.
“Lay down for me.”
He does as I ask, his cock standing proud, and the condom covered in my release. As I move, his hands settle on my hips as I straddle him. The power shift is intoxicating, and I savor the way his dark eyes roam over me, filled with hunger and reverence.
Blushing, I lean down, trailing kisses along his neck and chest, relishing the way his body reacts to my touch. When I finally guide him back inside me, the stretch is just as intense, but now it feels like a perfect fit, like we were made for this.
I move slowly at first, finding a rhythm that’s slow but comfortable. His hands grip my thighs, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he watches me. “Oh fuck,” he growls, his voice strained. “You’re killing me, princess.”
Leaning forward, I brace my hands on his chest, our movements growing more frantic, more desperate as the pleasure builds again. His grip tightens, his hips meeting mine in perfect sync, driving me higher until I’m teetering again. Jesus, I’ve never experienced this before.
One of his hands finds my breast while the other finds my clit, and I fall apart as though he commanded it. But this time it’s like free falling, the pleasure consuming me as I tremble and moan his name. Hudson’s breathing quickens beneath me, his hands sliding to my thighs once more, gripping firmly as his head tilts back against the pillow. His body tenses, his lips parting with a deep, guttural groan that seems to echo in the room. As his chest rises sharply, his muscles quiver under my touch, and he shudders, completely unraveling. Satisfaction surges through me at the sight of him beneath me. I feel his release in the way his body tenses but softens at the same time, his hands loosening their hold as his breaths come in short, uneven bursts, his head rolling slightly to the side as he pulls me to lay on top of him, spent and still.
Our bodies stay tangled in a mess of sweaty limbs. His arms wrap around me, holding me close as I rest my head on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. I let myself sink into him, because I like this. I like that he pulled me closer, that he’s the one holding me here. I didn’t know I needed this reassurance from him, but now I never want to move.
“You okay?” he asks after a long moment, his voice soft.
I lift my head, a small smile playing on my lips. “Better than okay.”
His lips curve into a tender smile. “Stay with me tonight?” Vulnerability laces through his words.
“I’d like that,” I whisper into his chest, and the warm, fuzzy feeling takes me over again.
That was worth waiting for. Even if it’s one night, it’s one I’ll remember for the rest of my life.