Chase Hudson Kissing Novels & Stories

I kissed him like he was the first and only piece of chocolate I had ever tasted. And he sucked at my lips…holding onto me and exploring my mouth,senselessly. “Welcome back,sir.” My eyes dilated hearing Chloe’s voice. I thought it was her day off! “Is Mr Hudson inside?” Declan was still busy kissing me passionately. Had he gone deaf? “Yes.” “What about Tessa?” “Well…” Had Chloe see us kissing? Oh God. With all the strength I could muster,I pushed Declan away from me. At that moment,the door opened and Calvin walked in.

Chase claimed her lips with his, kissing her tenderly, savoring the taste of her lips against his own as his finger brushed against her thigh. "Oh, I am sorry." A voice called from behind them. "Your grandfather wanted me to get you, Miss Hudson." A sense of curiosity flooded into Jada's mind, and she broke the kiss and glanced over her shoulder to see who had spoken. When her eyes met with those of Butler Fitch, she instantly relaxed her posture, smiling faintly. "Go ahead," Chase said, letting go of her hand. "You are not coming?" Jada pouted as she slipped her arm through his and laced their fingers together.

Also a message: I saw you. Heat crawled up my neck. I dropped my stare back to the plate, heard Lechandray’s quiet breath, felt Chase vibrating with gossip, Curt braced like a wall. "Why Hadens giving you the eye?" “Fine,” I muttered, too loud even before I heard it. “I kissed him.” Curt’s fork clanged against his plate. Chase made an obnoxious little noise like a car you start with a paperclip. Lechandray’s brows shot up, and I saw the lecture building in her throat.

I've done horrible things, I'm a horrible person. I looked at him like really looked at him this time, he's not afraid of possibilities but instead afraid of himself. My lips quickly claimed his, my fingers dug inside his jaw while my back heavily arched into the kiss, I was putting everything in this kiss. His huge hand wrapped around the back of my neck forcing me closer to his chest, I could practically feel this man in my bones. Breathing wasn't necessary right now, everything we needed is in this kiss. Its hard to admit this but I'm falling for Hudson, I'm falling with a blindfold wrapped around my head is the most dangerous way of falling.

Dillon says to Finn, reminding me we already had an audience. Chase kisses his way up my neck until he finds my mouth again. My fingers tangle in his wet hair as he kisses me slowly, like his savouring every second, even with an audience. Finley crunches loudly. “Honestly, this is better than any show I’ve ever watched.” Dillon hums in agreement. “Finley,” I gasp in a half-laugh, half-moan as Chase’s hands slip under my shirt. “You’re not helping.”

After he finished, he spoke again. "I can’t wait for tomorrow night. I want to take you now, Baby." He turned me to face him and kissed me passionately. I closed my eyes and let myself respond to his kiss. His hands began wandering and slipped under my clothes. In the blink of an eye, I was completely bare. Chase gently laid me on his dining table and kissed my forehead. "You wanted ice cream, right?" he asked as he grabbed the tub. He scooped some ice cream, took it into his mouth, and kissed me, transferring the ice cream to me.

My whole body locked down around Hudson—clenching so tight he cursed again, hips jerking through the aftershocks. We stayed like that for long seconds—panting, shaking, connected in every obscene way possible. Then Hudson eased out slowly—cock first, fingers last—leaving me gaping, dripping, empty and aching in the best way. Riley slid off my face, collapsing to my side. Hudson dropped down on my other side, pulling us both against his chest. I couldn’t speak yet. Just breathed—ragged, wrecked—while they kissed lazily over my head. First Riley on my cheek, then Hudson on my mouth. Tasting each other on me.

"Oh, your smile is creepy. What's on your mind?" "If you want to kiss me, do it now, and if not then, fuck off!" Hudson let out a heavy sigh before lowering his head to mine. But he didn't kiss her. "Fuck it! Why am I afraid to press my lips on you?" he murmured. "Just kiss me." I wanted to laugh when Hudson put his mouth on my lips. I felt his hesitation. I raised my arms to curl around his neck and kissed him deeply, causing him to groan. I put my tongue in Hudson's mouth and played with his tongue. Hudson's solid arms wrapped around my waist. We are literally making out in front of the guests.

coming from the bushes at the edge of the garden into the courtyard when I passed by. Clutching my chest, I spun around, seeing no one. Then I heard, “In here.” As soon as I stepped between two tall bushes heralding the entrance of the garden, a hand reached out and grabbed my wrist, towing me in completely. I gasped until I was hauled against a familiar chest and then kissed thoroughly. For some reason, Ezra had never tasted better. I forgot to care about how we should be more careful around the premises and clutched his face between my hands, kissing him back.

He let me take. “I’m close,” he gritted out. “Madison—fuck—” I lifted off him at the last second. He groaned in protest. I stroked him fast and tight, aiming at my face. “Come on me.” He did—thick ropes of cum striping my cheeks, my lips, my tongue when I opened for him. I kept stroking until he was spent and twitching. Then I leaned down and kissed him deep, sharing the taste of both of us. Hudson groaned into my mouth. When I pulled back just enough he spat into mine without being asked. I swallowed and kissed him again, slower this time, messy and intimate.