by J. Lea
“I will. I just need to finish this,” I assure him.
“We wouldn’t want you to burn out. You’ve been on your feet the whole day. Go get some rest.” He squeezes my shoulder tightly.
“How can I get any rest if there’s a lunatic out there on the loose?”
“Just saying man. You need to rest, too. How’s April doing?”
“To tell you the truth, I have no idea.” I really don’t. I haven’t talked to her since I left to go to Antonio’s. First, I was so pissed at her for calling her friend and then all hell broke loose and I didn’t get the opportunity.
“You like her, don’t you?” Taking his hand from my shoulder, he joins me on the couch.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I tell him off and start shuffling the papers on the coffee table, knowing what he’s aiming at.
“I see the way you look at her. I see it in your eyes.”
“You’re delusional. She’s a client.” And I don’t hook up with clients.
“I haven’t seen you looking at any of your other clients the way you moon over her. But go ahead, keep pulling wool over your eyes.”
“You’re wrong,” I exclaim through clenched teeth.
“You sure about that? Every time you look at her your eyes sparkle like frigging diamonds and you use every opportunity to touch her. I’m not blind, Jude. I know you won’t admit it, but every idiot can see she’s gotten under your skin.”
Gotten under my skin… If only he knew…
“The only idiot here is you! You’re imagining things. There’s nothing going on between us, okay?” At least, not anymore.
“If you say so…” He gets up, ready to leave.
I clench my jaw. “What is that supposed to mean? Just go and let me work.”
“Fine, I’ll go. It’s just that we don’t know how much time we have left, so it’s important to take chances. It takes a second, a moment, and you can lose everything. So, if I were you, I’d enjoy every single moment, seize every damn day and not waste my time with my stubbornness.”
I realize he’s talking about his fiancée Bree. Three years ago, she committed suicide. Nobody knew she was depressed – she appeared happy and cheerful on the outside, but on the inside, it was eating her alive. She couldn’t handle her demons anymore so she swallowed some pills. When Cole came home from work late at night he found her in the bed, unmoving. It was too late.
“Nothing’s going on between us. You can save the time we have left speech, yada yada, yada, for someone else.” We’re just producing huge amounts of repressed sexual energy. Huge amounts. And that’s it.
“Fine,” he shrugs and starts to walk.
“I slept with her, okay?” That stops him in his tracks.
“You did what?” he says calmly. “When?”
“It was a long time ago when I was in New York on business. We met in a bar and slept together. It was supposed to be a one - night stand.”
“Wow,” Cole rubs his jaw. “I knew there had to be something.”
“Yes, wow,” I repeat sarcastically. “That’s why I’m telling you you have no idea what you’re saying.”
“How did she react when she recognized you?”
“She was shocked. We both were,” I shrug.
“Well, still, you have the hots for her, no doubt about it, no matter how much you’re denying it.”
“Maybe I just want to fuck her brains out again to get her out of my system.”
“Nope,” he shakes his head. “You really like her. But because of that stupid rule of yours you won’t admit it to yourself. You know, clients are untouchable and all that shit.” After that, he disappears around the corner. I bury my head into my hands and take a deep breath. He’s wrong. I don’t like her. She’s annoying. She pisses me off all the time. Right?
Instead of going straight to bed, I take a shower first. I’m full of tension and I can’t seem to get rid of it. Turning the shower on, I let the water droplets cool my heated skin. I lean one hand on the peach-colored tiles and fist my rock-hard erection in the other. Dropping my head in ecstasy, I close my eyes and picture April’s devilish smile and her sin-worthy body. I’m jerking off fast, moving my hand from the root to the tip of my dick, and without realizing it, my hips join in. I’m imagining April dressed in a short skirt and high heels. She pulls down her panties, walking toward me with purposeful stride. I’m sitting in a chair, taking her in. Without a word, she unbuckles my belt, the button on my pants follows right after. I help her by lifting my hips so she can pull my pants off along with my boxers. The whole time she doesn’t break eye contact and she can’t seem to stop licking her luscious lips. She turns around, her back to me, and lifts her skirt up giving me a view of her splendid butt. She spreads her legs, grabs my dick and slowly sits down on it. We let out moans of pleasure and my hands reach up to grab a handful of her full breasts, kissing her neck, her shoulders and down her spine. Right before she comes she throws her head back, her long, curly hair tickling my stomach.
I’m pumping faster and faster, more impatient with every passing minute, and I feel my muscles clench at the thought of her orgasming around me. I come hard, harder than ever, which explains my gasping for air. Making a fist with the hand on the tiles, I focus hard not to scream out in ecstasy when I finally come. As soon as I feel like myself again, I finish my shower and pray that intense animal attraction I feel for her will soon pass. It has to. It will.
I put my black boxer briefs on and quickly brush my teeth. Ready for bed, I walk into the living room, but I stop in my tracks when I hear a horrified scream coming from April’s room. Without hesitation, I grab my gun. Running to her room, I don’t even bother knocking, I just swing the door open, ready for battle. It’s not a scenario I thought I’d see when I enter. April is in bed, tears streaming down her face. She’s hugging her knees to her chest, her back to the headboard. There’s no one else in the room. She probably had a nightmare.
“Is everything okay?” Cole and Jessie run into the room after me, eyes heavy with sleep.
“Yes, it was just a bad dream. Go back to bed.”
“Okay,” they nod in unison. Cole lifts an eyebrow at me, giving me a look. A look only my older brother can give, saying I’m full of shit for not admitting my feelings for her.
I join April on the bed. Her forehead’s sweaty with strands of hair sticking to it. I softly brush them away so I can see her face better and run my hand down the length of her hair. Not sure what to say, I just sit by her side in silence, a shoulder to lean on if she needs it.
“I dreamt a man took me and buried me alive in a wooden box. I couldn’t breathe. I tried scratching my way out, and right before I took my last breath, I woke up.” She’s still shaking in my hands.
“Shh, it was just a nightmare. You’re safe.” I don’t even realize we’re so close until my nose brushes her cheek. She throws her arms around me, looking for comfort. When she finally lets go, her big blue eyes stare up at me. A pale, sad smile plays on her lips.
“I’m sorry for waking you up.”
“I wasn’t asleep yet. And even if I were, you shouldn’t worry about it.” She nods, her head falling to her chest. I clear my throat. “You must be exhausted. I’ll leave you to go back to sleep.” Slowly, I get up, but she grabs my wrist at the last moment.
“Jude, could you … Umm ... I don’t want to be alone.”
Her begging eyes are pleading with me not to leave. I don’t know if I’m more upset with the vulnerability on her face or the fact I can’t take my eyes off her wet lips. I nod without thinking, join her and wrap my hands around her when she cuddles into me, her back to my front. My senses are overflowing with her scent. Not sure that was a good idea. I try not to give a second thought to the fact she’s firmly plastered against me, her warm legs intertwined with mine, her ass pressed against my crotch. I really hope she doesn’t notice how much this position affects my cock. Down, boy, now’s not the time for this!
April
I’m hot. Really hot. I’ve never felt this hot before. Trying to move, but am not able to turn around. I’m trapped between two strong, manly hands. I open my eyes in surprise, unmoving now. Slowly, I turn my head, so I wouldn’t wake up the owner of these fine, muscled arms.
Jude.
What the hell is he doing here?
When the sleepy fog in my brain clears, I remember asking him to stay with me. I never figured he’d stay the whole night. I expected him to return to his couch the second I was asleep; the couch he chose instead of a real bed in one of the other guest rooms. He awakens feelings in me I thought were long gone, dangerous feelings. They could destroy me. I don’t know if I’m ready for that. I don’t want to have feelings for him. Too bad my brain has little influence in the matter with my foolish heart skipping a beat every time he looks at me with that fire in his eyes. Or it’s just my silly hormones imagining it. Heck if I knew. I press my back into his warmth. Just for a moment, I tell myself as I’m listening to his slow and steady breathing. It feels so good. Suddenly, I hear his breathing become shallow and something hard presses against my lower back. It would be stupid to pretend I didn’t know he was up… and awake, so I slowly turn around. There’s a storm in his eyes.
“You’re awake,” I blurt. Way to go, April, how very observant of you. But I was caught off guard and I couldn’t just keep staring at him. Now that would be embarrassing.
“Mhm,” he says lazily, and I lick my dry lips.
“For a while?” My eyes drop to his mouth.
“Not really.”
“I should get up,” I say conversationally even though that’s the last thing I want to do.
“Mhm,” Jude agrees. He slides his hand down my forearm, my eyes following the movement, his eyes following mine. I start tingling all over. “I should get up too. But I don’t want to,” he whispers. His eyes turn predatory, dark and intense, and I’m beginning to melt.
“Neither do I,” I whisper, licking my lips. I put my hand to his face, tracing my thumb over his unshaven cheek, and I stop when I reach his lips. He opens his mouth slightly, inhaling deep, and gently bites me. A silent moan escapes my throat. Jesus. He hasn’t even kissed me yet and I’m already running out of breath. I wonder what’s to come next.
“What’s on your mind?” His hand is still stroking my arm painfully slowly and his touch is sending waves of pleasure into the most sensitive parts of my body.
“I think you know,” I breathe. One spark and I’m already on fire.
“I want to hear you say it.” This time his finger stills on my arm.
“I… I want to feel you inside me. I want you to bury yourself so deep inside me, I’ll be able to feel you for days to come. I just … want you. Please.” I need to feel him one last time. Just one time. His warm breath is caressing my ear; an army of butterflies erupts in my stomach.
“You’re so sexy when you beg,” he whispers into my ear. “I don’t know how you’re doing it, but when I’m around you… Jesus, I can’t control myself.” His lips touch the corner of mine and my nipples get painfully hard. He gently pushes me, so I’m lying on my back, and he climbs on top of me, his hot gaze burning holes in me. I wrap my legs around his hips, impatiently buckling my hips, which brings a grin on his face.
“Slow down, woman.”
“I’m not patient when I’m around you. You should know that already.” My breathing gets harder. A sparkle appears in his eyes and his lips take mine in a searing kiss, rough and raw. He takes his time exploring my mouth, and I’m starting to get dizzy. Dizzy from all the feels.
“My God,” he breathes in between kisses. “Your lips are pure magic.”
“Please, I need you.” When did I turn into a begging mess? Get a grip, April. I push him off me and straddle him in one quick swoop, pulling my pajamas over my head. Better. I need to be in control. Since he went to bed without a shirt on, I can admire his muscled chest, my fingers sliding down his sun-kissed skin, feeling his hard erection against my core. I wiggle my hips, giving in to the sensations it brings.
“You’re going to destroy me,” he moans. Spreading his fingers around the globes of my breasts, he sits up, his mouth latching onto my breast, licking my nipple, biting down. Suddenly, he grabs a fistful of my hair, wraps it around his wrist and pulls my head back. Yes! His kisses move onto my throat, up to my chin, capturing my mouth with his, and my lips meet his with equal fervor. He wiggles until I’m off him and he kneels on the bed, making me pout. I miss his firm body pressed hard against mine. He gives me a boyish grin, showing off his white teeth, reaching for his boxers. I’m so ready to see him again. Bring it on! Or should I say bring it off? Whatever, just get naked.
My eyes take him in, finally; naked, in all his glory, and I’m devouring him with my eyes, yearning for his body over me, inside me. If this isn’t one of the best sights I’ve ever had the pleasure of seeing… He wraps his hand around his hard member, running it down the length of him a few times. I lick my lips, wanting to do the same.
“April,” he says, watching me intently. “Take the rest of your pajamas off.”
“Mhm,” I manage to say. Just do that some more. Yes, rub it, like that. Actually, don’t; I want to do that.
“April,” he repeats, louder this time.
“Yeah?”
“I said strip,” he instructs, his voice gruff and full of dark desire.
“Oh, sorry, yeah.” I get up to my knees, too, and slowly take the rest of my pajamas off, trying to be sexy while doing it. My eyes don’t leave his for a second. I throw my panties at him once they’re off, too. Jude catches them, pressing them against his face, inhaling deeply.
“Jesus, you smell amazing,” he breathes. Like the predator he is he lunges toward me, making me giggle when we land on the bed and bounce softly. Jude’s grinning, too. “You’re so incredibly beautiful when you laugh,” he says. The way he says it makes me melt under him. He kisses me, this time taking his time, and I can feel his kiss deep inside me. His lips trace a line down my throat, over my breasts, and slowly down my belly. He pushes my legs apart so he can nestle himself in between my thighs. My body is buzzing with need.
“I’ve wanted to taste you again ever since I saw you standing in Max’s kitchen, half naked and so beautiful,” he confesses. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t thinking about it, too. Multiple times.
“Please,” I moan, lifting my hips in anticipation.
His beard scratches the inside of my thighs, teasing me and making me wetter, and his tongue gently running over my entrance ever so briefly.
“I need more, please.” He turns me into a wanton woman every time.
“What do you need?” I feel his breath over me.
“Your mouth on me,” I say, feeling no shame. “You.”
He gives me a cocky smile, but does as I asked. I feel a pleasurable heat spreading throughout me, and everything but us, here and now, ceases to exist. I grab a fistful of the sheet beneath me and arch my back while his mouth is expertly working my sensitive nub. It doesn’t take long before I feel the first waves of pleasure. They keep on coming and coming. I can’t stop moaning, calling out Jude’s name, and when I finally return from the clouds I take a deep breath.
“That was…heavenly,” I moan, and Jude gives me a satisfied grin, kissing my now dry lips so I can taste myself on his lips.
“We need condoms. Right now, I can’t take it anymore. I need to bury myself deep inside your pussy.”
“Night stand,” I nod to the right. Jude reaches over to open the top drawer, pulling out a condom, ripping it open with his mouth, “Allow me,” I smile up at him and take the condom out of his hands. I roll it up the length of his cock. His feverish look is promising me a wild ride.
Jude presses his cock against my core, dripping wet and more than ready for him.
“Oh, fuck,” he moans as he buries himself to the hilt inside me. “Even better than last time,” he breathes, his voice l
ow and intense. I won’t argue with that. Way better. Slowly he’s slipping in and out of me. I wrap my legs tightly around his hips, matching his rhythm and joining his thrusts with mine. Feelings I can’t describe are overflowing my body. Sweat is dripping off our bodies as we’re nearing our ecstasy and he suddenly slips out of me, turning me around so I’m on all fours in front of him. He buries himself deep inside me again the next second. Both of his hands reach my hair, wrapping the length of it around his left wrist, grabbing my hip with his other hand. He pulls my hair roughly enough to feel more pleasure than pain and pulls my head backward, making me even hotter for him.
“Harder,” I moan. “Faster.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t. I really need you,” I beg him. My words seem to break his resolve and he takes me hard, rough and it feels better than anything I’ve felt before. He brings me right to the edge of my orgasm, and then over, as the waves of pleasure carry me into the bliss. I hear him groan loudly when he joins me. We fall on the mattress, exhausted, gasping for air.
When I feel like I’ve regained all my senses, I turn to face Jude who’s still panting beside me. I bury my head in his sweaty throat, tracing little circles on his smooth chest. I feel rejuvenated, like I’ve just came down from heaven. I also can’t help but to think about the consequences of our actions. This will definitely change our relationship. Relationship. There is no relationship, April, just lust. We just had sex. Amazing sex if I may say, but sex non-the less. There’s nothing wrong with that. We can totally do it again sometime. Jude doesn’t seem like a guy for long-term relationships and I’m not ready for one yet. Sex? Yes, definitely, but not a relationship. I think we both agree.
“You’re so quiet,” he whispers into my ear.
“Is that so surprising? You destroyed me,” I force a smile. I don’t want him thinking I regret it. Which I don’t.
“You said you want to feel me inside you for days to come. I just did what I was told,” he says with a cocky grin, his fingers tracing the length of my throat. I finally collect the courage to look at him.