“Seriously?”
“What? Don’t look so shocked. I do know how to cook some things.”
“I’m sure you do.” He held up his hands in surrender. “It’s just that you’re my guest. I shouldn’t put you to work.”
“Whatever. You’re busy.” She stepped between his legs and met him nose to nose, wrapping her arms around his waist. “You finish while I make my world-famous omelet, then we’ll fortify ourselves before we go take our ‘nap’. Oh, you do have eggs, don’t you?”
“I have eggs.” He kissed her. “Go knock yourself out.”
Chelsea felt his eyes on her as she explored his kitchen. It took her a while to find everything she needed, but to his credit he kept his mouth shut. Smart man.
Fifteen minutes later, she sat next to him and offered up a plate filled with a huge omelet and several pieces of toast. And two forks.
“Smells great.” Jud closed his laptop and pushed it aside. “Perfect timing too. I’m all done.”
Wasting no time, Chelsea dug into the omelet and held the fork up to Jud’s mouth. “Just try and tell me this isn’t the best omelet you’ve ever had.”
Jud opened his mouth to take the bite. He chewed slowly and swallowed with a sigh. “Can’t do it. You’re right—best omelet I ever had.”
She shrugged. “Told ya.” They took turns feeding each other until the plate was empty, exchanging knowing looks all the while. She could barely tear her eyes away from his full, sculpted lips, imagining them traveling all over her body.
Jud picked up the dirty dishes and placed them in the sink. “Grab your coffee and I’ll meet you on the couch.”
Chelsea watched, incredulous, while he filled the sink with hot soapy water. “I didn’t even know men knew how to do that.”
“Hah.” He kept his back to her. “How many times do I have to tell you there’s no end to my talents?”
She dropped onto the couch and took a sip of coffee, sighing. She still couldn’t believe that she was actually sitting in Jud’s condo, sharing breakfast with him after a night of phenomenal sex. At least it was phenomenal in her experience.
Done cleaning up, he joined her on the couch, stretching his long legs and arms as he yawned. “Guess I got up too damned early.”
Chelsea pushed him onto his back and climbed on top of him. He wrapped his arms around her while she nestled against his chest. “Poor baby. You work so hard.”
“Mm-hm.” His hands stroked up and down her back, eventually coming to rest on her ass.
“What were you working on?” She rubbed her cheek against his chest as his nimble fingers inched up the hem of her T-shirt.
“Cam Wood’s latest manuscript.”
“Is it good?”
His chest rumbled with laughter. “Of course it is. It’ll eventually be a great movie too.”
“I’d love to meet him sometime.”
“Yeah, maybe.” He sighed as his fingers kneaded her flesh.
Chelsea felt his heart beating hard in his chest but he made no other moves. She found she was tired too, drifting off to sleep wrapped in Jud’s arms while his hands cupped her bare ass.
* * * * *
“I didn’t think you were gonna be able to keep up with me today.”
Chelsea palmed her poles and turned to look up at Jud. “What? Who do you think I am? Some frail little princess?” They’d been cross-country skiing for the past couple of hours, taking frequent breaks for snacks and water, and were now traversing the golf course that would lead them back to Jud’s condo. “You were the one who insisted we stop here to take a breath.”
He held up his hands in surrender. “You’re right. I’m sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking.”
Bumping him with her elbow, she said, “I know what you were thinking.”
“Yeah?”
“Mm-hm. You were thinking, Most of my chicks would rather walk through fire than strap on a pair of Nordic skis.”
Clouds of condensation spewed from his mouth as he laughed out loud. “Damn, I should have kept my mouth shut.”
Chelsea watched him as he surveyed the landscape, taking it all in. “It’s beautiful. You’re going to miss it, aren’t you?”
“Huh?” His brow was furrowed when he looked at her.
“Well, there aren’t too many mountains in New York City.”
His lips formed a wry smile. “Yeah, I’m gonna miss it. But there’re some mountains not too far away from the city. I learned to ski in Vermont.”
Chelsea nodded slowly, kicking herself for even bringing it up. Now was not the time to think about Jud leaving town. Leaving her. Now was the time to enjoy him. “Oh yeah?” She planted her poles in the snow. “Race you to your place?” She took off on a tear, admiring the impressive curses springing from Jud’s mouth as he took off after her.
By the time they reached his building, Chelsea was huffing and puffing, but she refused to give up. She coasted to a stop and bent over, resting her hands on her knees and sucking in precious oxygen. Jud drifted beside her a couple of seconds later. She was sure he’d let her win, but she didn’t care. That was his problem.
Stepping out of his bindings, he said, “Okay, you win. What do I owe you?”
“After this? A nice massage sounds really good.” Chelsea limped over to the walkway, then stopped suddenly and turned, grabbing on to Jud’s arms when he crashed into her. “But before my massage, why don’t we make use of that enormous tub in your bathroom?” She’d been coveting it since her last visit to his place. “That’ll get me nice and relaxed first.”
His eyes blazed as he pulled her to the stairs.
Chelsea laughed, thrilled at his response. They all but ran up the stairs, already unzipping coats as they entered his condo.
Jud pulled her to him for a quick kiss. “Why don’t you get the tub ready while I rustle up some libations for us?”
“I’m on it.” She started peeling off clothes on her way to Jud’s bedroom. She searched her bag and, having found what she was looking for, made her way to the bath. She locked the door behind her and ran the water to fill the tub, quickly dispensing with her clothes and pinning her hair up.
The whole apparatus was square—the chasm of the tub set at a diagonal with triangular platforms on either side. A fluffy towel made for comfortable seating as she tested the temperature of the water.
A rap at the door caused her to jump.
“Hey, open up,” Jud called from the other side of the door.
“Wait a second. I have a surprise for you.”
“A surprise? Hurry up, I’m almost naked here.”
Chelsea laughed. “Just give me one more minute.” When she was ready, she unlocked the door. “Okay, wait ten seconds and then you can come in.” She hurried to the tub and sank in, resting against one end.
When Jud came in, he found her in the tub, surrounded by bubbles. The look on his face was priceless. He held two mugs in his hands and his eyes darted back and forth. “Uh, did I have some bubble bath?”
“No, I brought it with me. I got the idea when I saw this tub last time I was here. You know how I love to take a nice long soak in a tub.”
“Huh.”
“Don’t worry. It’s eucalyptus scented. Nothing flowery or too froufrou.”
He shrugged, placing the mugs on the side of the tub. “It’s spiced cider, but somehow I don’t think we’re going to need the warmth.”
Chelsea smiled, watching him as he pushed off his briefs, revealing his swollen cock. All too soon, it disappeared beneath the soapy water as he settled on the opposite end. She thought he looked remarkably comfortable as he stretched out his legs next to hers and rested his arms atop the edges of the tub.
“Do you use this tub very much?” she asked.
“Not really, but this feels pretty nice. Maybe I should have a weekly spa night.”
She giggled. “Sure, I could loan you some of my pore-minimizing facial mask.”
“Laugh all you want,
darlin’. I’m very secure with my masculinity.” His eyes sparkled at her and her heart melted.
Floating her foot up his thigh to his groin, she said, “I see that. Very masculine.”
“Hey now.” He grabbed her foot and rubbed his thumb along her arch. “Behave yourself. We’re supposed to be relaxing.”
“Mm-hm.” Chelsea straightened her arms and stretched. “I don’t know about you but I’m very relaxed.”
Jud smiled, his gaze dropping to her chest where her breasts were barely covered by bubbles. He shook his head. “Does this feel weird to you?”
Chelsea tensed, her easy feelings from a second ago gone. What was he trying to tell her? Surely he wouldn’t wait until they were in a bubble bath together to dump her. “Um… I… Are you talking about the foot massage? Because it doesn’t feel weird at all. It feels really good.”
Sexy eyes narrowed. “C’mon, Chels. A couple weeks ago we were buddies, and now we’re naked in a bathtub together. It’s a little bit crazy, isn’t it?”
Not to me. Chelsea shrugged, reluctant to tell him that ever since the first time she’d laid eyes on him, she’d pictured the two of them being together just the way they were now. “I guess it feels strange to you, huh?”
“A little. This is new for me—having sex with a friend. I just wondered if you felt the same way.”
A flush crept over her already heated face. “I’m not sure what to think, ya know, seeing as I’ve never had sex before.”
“Fuck. I’m sorry, I’m an idiot.”
“It’s okay. It feels…” Right. “It’s good. But you’re having second thoughts?”
“No. Absolutely not. I mean, yeah, it’s different. But it’s a good different. Actually, it’s great.”
Chelsea laughed. “Weird but great? I can live with that.”
“Good.” He laughed with her, his hand leaving her foot and stroking its way up her leg.
Before he got any farther, she moved over him and floated into his arms, planting a kiss on his lips. He held on to her hips, steadying her in the water, returning her kiss. She sucked on his tongue as her fingers stroked down the silky wet flesh of his chest and belly, finding his cock hard and at attention. He groaned into her mouth as she squeezed him lightly, moving up and down the length of him.
Never having done this before, she should feel nervous, but she felt safe with him. Jud made her feel bold. She released his mouth and pulled away to look at him. His eyes were hooded with lust and his face was bright red. She stroked his cock a bit harder. “Do you like this?”
“Fuck, yes.”
“There’s something I want to do, but I really don’t want to drown.” She looked down between the bubbles at her hand massaging his cock underwater.
“Huh?” He rolled his hips gently as she rubbed her thumb over the crest of his cock.
She laughed softly at his passion-induced confusion. “Can you sit on the edge of the tub?”
Eyes flaring with the realization of what she wanted to do, he pushed his huge body up. Water and suds sluiced down his finely toned muscles as he grabbed a folded towel and sat on it, supporting his weight on straight arms behind him.
His eagerness spurred her on and helped bury her anxiety completely. She rose to her knees and moved between his spread thighs, resting her palms lightly on his bulging muscles. She looked up, meeting his gaze for a long time. She slowly ran her tongue around her lips and he cursed, his cock spasming in front of her.
Without a word, she bent her head and ran her tongue along the length of him. He bounced his legs as she rose and dipped her head to the other side and licked it thoroughly as well. Beneath the herby scent of the bubbles, she tasted his salty muskiness. She looked up at him again—guys were supposed to like that—as she ran her tongue over the tip of his cock before swallowing the head. She swirled her tongue around him, licking hard under the sensitive tip.
“Damn, Chels. That feels so good.”
She took him deeper, feeling him at the back of her throat and finding she was only halfway down his cock. His pleasured groans told her that she was doing okay though. She grasped the base of his cock, her fingers just meeting as they wrapped around him. Stroking slowly, she bobbed her head over him in conjunction with her hand.
Jud hissed out a breath. “That’s good, Chels. Suck me, baby.”
Chelsea complied, sucking so hard that her cheeks hollowed as she tried to take him even deeper. She felt his big hand caress the back of her head, his fingers snaking in between strands of her hair.
“Little faster, Chels.” He used his hand to direct the tempo.
A sense of power saturated every cell in her body. She didn’t think she would like giving a man a blowjob, but she was loving this—his response depending on her and the pleasure she was giving him. She wanted to make him crazy, lose all control.
“Yeah, Chelsea. That’s right. Can you take me deeper, baby?” Not waiting for an answer, he pulled her head closer to him.
She suppressed a gag as she felt him in her throat.
“Fuck, yeah.” He started to thrust his hips, quick and small movements. “Oh that’s good. Suck me. Suck my cock.”
Chelsea didn’t care that her eyes were watering, that she felt like she was being smothered. She sucked harder, stroked faster. Her world was reduced to this cock in her mouth, this man that she loved—pleasing him, pushing him over the edge.
“God, I’m gonna come.”
His cock rippled in her mouth and she felt the first warm spurt of semen hit her throat. His animalistic grunts drove her crazy with desire as she swallowed endless jets of his cum. She gently licked and sucked him even after he was dry.
Jud finally pulled her head away and dropped to his back along the edge of the tub. His chest rose and fell as he sucked in air. When he’d recovered himself, he rolled his head to look at her. “You lied to me.”
“What?” Of all the things she’d expected him to say, it was not “you lied to me”. At the very least, she thought a “that was great” was warranted. “What do you mean? I’ve never lied to you.”
He reached out and grabbed her hand, smiling at her. “I’m just saying—when you said you were a virgin, I assumed you’d never had any kind of sex before.”
“I haven’t.” What is he talking about?
“C’mon, Chels. It’s okay. But clearly you’ve done that before.”
“No, I haven’t.”
Jud sat up and then slipped back into the tub beside her. “Seriously?”
“Yes, seriously.”
He shook his head slowly. “But that was perfect. It was like the textbook blowjob.”
She burst out laughing. “Well, then, I guess all my studying paid off.”
It was his turn to laugh. “Studying? What are you talking about?”
Shrugging, Chelsea said, “I read books. I’ve seen movies.”
“Movies?” Jud nearly choked. “You mean you’ve been watching porn?”
She splashed some water at him and turned her back to him. “Stop it. It’s not funny.” She was laughing all the same.
Jud pulled her back against him and kissed her neck. “It is funny. In fact, it’s hilarious. And I can’t wait to watch some with you.”
“Oh no. There’s some pretty freaky shit in those movies.”
“Tell me about it.” He grabbed her hips and lifted her. “C’mon, hop on out. It’s my turn.”
Shivers ran down her spine, and it wasn’t from getting out of the warm tub. She sat on the same towel and looked down at him. Every nerve was on edge as she watched his gaze travel over her body. He focused on her breasts and she looked down to see her nipples plump and erect. Before she even thought about it, she reached up and pinched them, rolling them between her fingers.
“That’s it, Chelsea.” His voice was low and hoarse. “So beautiful.” His fingers lightly stroked her knees and he planted a kiss on each one before separating them. Moving in, he pushed her legs wide apart.
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bsp; Dropping her hands, Chelsea placed them just behind her hips to support herself. She felt her pussy spasm under his gaze. Please, taste me.
Jud used his thumbs to spread her pussy lips open. “Mmm. So hot and red.”
Chelsea whimpered with need. Her clit and pussy lips pulsed with every beat of her heart. She was desperate to have his mouth on her. But he just sat there, looking. Damn it. “Jud.”
“Hmm?”
“C’mon!”
He smiled. The bastard. “What?”
“Just do it.” Her need overcame her shyness. “Eat me!” She expected him to laugh. He didn’t.
Jud rolled his head, his moan starting low, then up, covering an entire octave. Dipping his head, he lapped his tongue through her pussy, starting at her ass and moving up to her clit. His eyes met hers as he took another long, indulgent lick, the heat from his eyes nearly equal to that from his tongue. Clearly, he loved what he was doing and that was so sexy.
“Mmm, you taste so good.” His fingers moved away from her pussy, pushing her legs wider apart. He stroked the soft flesh of her inner thighs while he fastened his mouth on her clit, swirling his tongue slowly around the sensitive bundle of nerves.
Chelsea fought to hold still for him, trying to focus on his gorgeous face as he ate her. He flattened his tongue and used the whole surface to lick her, as if he were painting with a brush. It was decadent—she felt as though she were a queen being serviced by one of her loyal subjects. The initial chill she’d felt getting out of the water was gone—the heat pooled in her core now spreading throughout her body.
“Damn, Chels. You’re so beautiful.” He slid two fingers inside her and used them to gently fuck her. “So tight. You’re not sore are you?”
“Uh-uh.” She could form no other words as she thrust her pelvis against his fingers.
“Good, because I’ve got more plans for your juicy little cunt.” He thumbed her clit while his fingers stroked inside her.
“Ah!” Fluid gushed from her pussy, she was as turned-on by his words as his clever fingers. Who would have thought that such blatant dirty talk would trip her trigger?
Jud removed his fingers and plunged his tongue inside her, piercing her again and again. “I’m drowning in your juice. God, I love it.”
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