“Mmm, me too.” She felt his breath warm on her as he chuckled. His fingers stretched her open again as he flicked her clit with the tip of his tongue. The tension coiling inside her grew and spread, making her feel as if she were on fire. She could feel her juices dripping down to her ass.
Knowing just what she needed, he stopped flicking and closed his mouth over her clit. His tongue lapped at her with delicious pressure as his fingers pressed inside her again, stroking all her sensitive spots.
Chelsea whimpered, her head turning from side to side as the tide swelled and threatened to overtake her. “So good. Don’t stop.”
Jud moaned, causing her to jump, jolting her higher. He swirled his tongue faster and his fingertips pulsed inside her slick inner walls.
Squeezing her eyes shut, she saw fireworks behind her lids. As she spun out of control, her legs twitched and she drew them up out of the water. She gasped for breath as she came, Jud supporting her legs while he gently licked her clit, prolonging her orgasm.
Dizzy and gasping for breath, she dropped to her elbows and scooted away from Jud’s talented tongue. “Enough.” She clamped her thighs tightly together, relishing the last little bit of stimulation as she came down. She rolled to her side, breathing deeply.
There was a splash of water and a thud. Chelsea turned to see Jud leaning against the side of the tub, a grin on his face and lust in his eyes.
“How ya doin’, Chels?”
“Mmm. Good.” She pushed herself up to sit, smiling giddily. She swirled her feet in the tepid water and looked down, the bath clearing now that most of the bubbles had dissipated. Her gaze was drawn to his impressive erection as it stood upright and floated invitingly.
Jud rose from the water and grabbed a towel, first drying himself and then crooking a finger at her.
She held out her hand and he helped her up, pulling her to him for a long, deep kiss while his cock poked at her belly. A moment ago she’d been laid out by sexual ecstasy, been “D” for “done”. Now she felt nearly desperate to have him inside her. Before she knew what hit her, she’d been swept off her feet and into his arms.
“Let’s go.”
Jud dropped her onto the bed and pulled her hips to the edge, stuffing a pillow beneath them. He tore open a condom and covered himself while he took in the gorgeous spectacle of Chelsea Ryan lying before him, arms and legs spread wide, a pink flush to her fair skin.
“You’re so sexy,” he said.
She closed her eyes and turned her head to the side.
“C’mon, don’t do that.” Jud bent over her and cupped her cheek. “Look at me.”
With a heavy sigh, she opened her eyes and met his gaze.
“You are so sexy. Look at you—all warm and open, your lips soft, eyes shining.” His fingers trailed down her neck to her breasts. Using just a fingertip, he traced light circles around her areola, raising gooseflesh and making her nipple hard and begging for attention. He plucked at it, twisting gently. “So beautiful, your breasts firm and round, nipples red and mouthwatering.” He tasted first one and then the other, tongue flicking, teeth lightly nipping. Reaching between her thighs, he stroked her flesh open.
“Mmm. Pussy wet and swollen. You’re so turned-on, and that is very sexy.”
She groaned at his words and he thought she might actually believe him.
He took hold of his cock and guided it to her hot, juicy flesh, inching it just inside. She gasped in response and he froze. “You okay, Chels?”
Licking her lips, she nodded. “It’s fine. You’re just so damn big.” She flattened her palms on the bed and rotated her hips.
“Lift your legs,” he told her. She complied, driving him a little deeper inside her. Jud hooked her legs in the crooks of his elbows and grabbed her ass. He held her gaze as he pumped his hips forward in slow movements until he was buried to the hilt. “Fuck, you’re killing me. You’re so tight, your pussy feels like a fist squeezing me.”
Looking down to where they were joined, Chelsea blew out a deep breath. “You’re killing me. I’ve never had a fucking pole stuffed inside me.”
Jud couldn’t help but laugh. Fortunately she smiled with him, her eyes still focused on her pelvis. He looked down too and started thrusting gently and slowly. “Damn, that’s a beautiful sight. Look at your juice all over me, your pussy swallowing me up.” He had to restrain himself. The urge to fuck her hard, fast and deep was unbelievably strong.
“Mmm, God.” Chelsea squeezed the comforter in her hands, biting her lower lip. She tried to push her pelvis at him but with her hips in his hands, she didn’t have any leverage.
That had been his intention. Jud wanted to have control, but he didn’t want to hurt her. He kept up a slow, steady pace, holding himself back but trying to wring a response from her. She started to jerk her head back and forth as red blushes stained her cheeks. He was getting to her.
To his utter delight, she reached down between her legs. “That’s right, Chels. Play with yourself.” She used one hand to pry her lips open and the other to rub her clit, her arms along her sides forcing her breasts together. She looked sinfully sexy.
He felt her pussy softening and leaking more cream. He thrust faster, a little harder. “Come for me, Chels. Come on my cock. Squeeze me with your pussy.”
Her breath hitched, her jerking motions more rapid. As if a switch were flipped on, she was coming. Her back arched off the bed, her legs twitched in his arms and staccato squeals sprang from her lungs. He felt her cunt contracting on his cock and it was…heaven.
A few quick thrusts, deeper and harder, and he was coming. It felt as if the top of his head would explode as spurt after spurt of cum emptied into the condom that separated them.
Her ass still in his hands, he ground his pelvis into her long after he was done. She lay beneath him, spent. And satisfied. After a long moment, he pulled out of her and gently dropped her feet to the floor. He grabbed some tissues from the bedside table to take care of the condom and fell to the bed beside her, both of them catching their breath.
He grabbed her hand, interlacing their fingers, and turned to look at her. She was smiling.
“I never imagined that sex could be like this,” she said. “At least not for me.”
“Me either,” he said.
She looked at him and he knew she was going to make some self-disparaging remark but they were saved by the ring of a cell phone.
“That’s mine,” she said. “Can you grab my purse?”
Jud found her bag on the floor, picked it up and handed it to her.
Chelsea opened her bag and dumped the contents on the bed. She grabbed her phone and rolled over to her belly as she answered.
Her beautiful ass was too difficult to ignore. Jud reached over and squeezed before peppering it with kisses. He could hear Megan’s voice on the phone, loud and animated. Chelsea gave some short, noncommittal answers as his lips worked their way to her lower back.
“Hey.” She swiped at him but he was undeterred. “Jud, Megan and Roger are asking us to join them for barbecue at Annie’s tonight. Do you want to go?”
He nipped at the flesh of her back. “Sure, I’m starved.”
“Okay, we’ll see you there. Bye, Megan.” Disconnecting the call, she pulled away from him and sat up. “Behave yourself.”
“What fun is that?”
Chelsea raised an eyebrow. “We have to get cleaned up. Megan and Roger are expecting us soon.”
Jud sighed, watching as she gathered her things to stuff them back in her purse. He saw a wheel of pills and picked it up. What the hell? “You’re on the Pill?”
She shrugged. “Yeah. I take them to control my periods. Otherwise they’re crazy irregular.” She took the pills and deposited them in her purse.
“Chelsea? Maybe I should get tested and then we could dispense with the condoms.”
She studied him, apparently unsure.
“C’mon. I’ve always been careful, but it would be so awesome to h
ave sex without a condom, feel your hot, juicy pussy on my cock.”
Taking a deep breath, she looked at him for a long time. “We’d have to be exclusive, Jud.”
He felt as if he’d been slapped but quickly recovered. Unfortunately, his reputation preceded him. “Of course we’d be exclusive, Chels. You’re the only woman I have any desire to be with.”
After a long moment, she nodded.
Jud hoped she gave him the opportunity to show her exactly how serious he was.
Chapter Seven
Annie’s was a small restaurant, crowded with square butcher-block tables that were now filled to overflowing. It was a favorite spot of the locals and Chelsea recognized a few of the other patrons.
As she finished off her pulled pork sandwich, she saw Jud watching her with amusement. He’d probably never seen a woman actually eat something before. “What?”
He reached over and dabbed a finger at the corner of her mouth. “I guess we worked up an appetite.”
Her gaze quickly shot to Megan and Roger, but they were hunched close together, oblivious to the outside world. She smiled. “Guess so.”
Jud scooted his chair closer to her. “Make sure you get plenty of fuel. You’re gonna need it later.”
The fire from his eyes burned into her, sending shocks of awareness and arousal through her body. After their late-afternoon activities, Chelsea hadn’t thought she could get worked up for more so soon. It just took one look at him, and she was a goner.
She still couldn’t quite believe she was here on a date with Judson Tate, that she’d spent the better part of the last twenty-four hours in bed with him. Any minute now, she’d wake up and find it had all been a dream. But the pleasant soreness between her thighs told her it was all too real.
Her face heated at his inspection, her tongue slipping out for a quick swipe of her lips as his eyes dropped to her mouth. Is he going to kiss me? Right here in public in front of our friends? Yes, he was.
Leaning in, Jud touched his mouth to hers. His tongue darted out to lick between her lips but he went no deeper. He kissed her over and over, delicate brushes leaving her wanting more. In the periphery, Chelsea heard someone calling her name. She was able to ignore it until it became so loud that it was probably disturbing other diners.
Reluctantly she pulled away from Jud to find that it was Megan trying to get her attention. Her friend had a shit-eating grin on her face.
“Let’s go to the ladies’ room,” Megan said, standing and holding out her hand.
Chelsea looked at Jud apologetically. “Sorry. Gotta go.”
“I’m aware of the code.” Jud stood and helped her to her feet, prompting Megan to shoot a disappointed look at Roger, who merely grinned in response.
Chelsea took Megan’s hand and let herself be led off to the restroom. Designed for one person, there was a single toilet with no stalls. Nevertheless, Megan pulled Chelsea in with her and locked the door. She spun around and said, “Okay, spill it.”
“What?” Chelsea smiled.
“Oh no you don’t.” Megan shook a finger at her. “I’ve been dying to hear details, so tell me all about it.”
Chelsea turned to check her appearance in the mirror. “That’s not very polite conversation.”
“C’mon!” Megan unbuttoned her jeans. “Damn it, I really have to pee.” Sitting down to relieve herself, she said, “You have to at least throw me a bone. Pardon the pun.”
Chelsea burst out laughing. “Okay, okay.” She dug through her purse for lip gloss. “It’s going really great. He’s so sweet and we’re having fun just hangin’ together.”
Rising, Megan refastened her jeans. “Yeah, yeah, yeah. I’m sure he’s a doll. Tell me about the sex, Chels.” Their eyes met in the mirror. “Is he really hung like that idiot Kayla said?”
Chelsea’s face instantly flushed.
“Ohmigod, he is! I’ll bet he’s a great fuck, isn’t he?”
“Megan! Really?” Chelsea took her turn, relieving her bladder.
“All right, don’t tell me. It’s just that I’ve been sitting across from the two of you all evening and I can feel the heat between you.”
“You can?” Chelsea felt her face heat again. She washed her hands, resisting the temptation to splash cool water on her cheeks. “Well…it has been pretty great.”
“I knew it. Lucky.” Megan powdered her nose.
“What about you and Rog? How’s that going?”
Megan shrugged. “It’s good. He knows what goes where.”
Chelsea shook her head. Things had been great with her and Jud. She had no previous sexual experience, but she couldn’t imagine it could be much better than it had been with Jud. Still… “Megan?”
“Yeah?”
She must have taken too long to answer because Megan turned and looked at her.
“What is it, Chels? Are you okay?” The sudden look of concern in Megan’s eyes gave her the push to go on.
“I’m fine.” Chelsea smiled but tore her gaze away. “When you have sex with a guy, is it really…wild?”
Megan’s eyes grew wide. “God, Chels. What did he do to you?”
“Nothing! I mean, it was all very sweet. He took really good care of me. I swear.” She was relieved to see Megan calm down.
“Okay, so you want to know if I ever have wild monkey sex? I guess. Sometimes. Why are you asking?”
“Maybe I should just shut my mouth,” Chelsea said. “The sex was great. I can’t remember how many times I…”
“How many times you came?” Megan prodded. “Damn, Chelsea. That sounds pretty wild to me.”
“I’m not really saying this right. It was wild, it blew me away. It’s just that…well, he told me some things that made me think he was pretty crazy—”
“Like what?”
Chelsea rolled her eyes. “Just some things. And like I said, it was awesome. But he seemed so…in control.”
“Ooh, I like that.” Megan elbowed her in the ribs.
Another eye roll. “Not ‘in control’ like dominant and bossy, but ‘in control’ like careful and restrained. And I just totally lost control. I mean, it was otherworldly. So maybe it’s me. Maybe I don’t make him lose his head. Ya know what I mean?”
“It’s not you, Chels. C’mon, it’s early. He’s probably just starting slow, wanting to make sure you get yours. And not all guys are animals in bed.”
Chelsea nodded slowly. Megan was right, of course. Sex with Jud had been the most exhilarating experience in her life. She’d wanted to go wild with him but he’d seemed to slow her down. I’m not exactly a sex goddess. Jud probably just didn’t have any wild urges when he was with her.
As if Megan was reading her mind, she said, “Chels, don’t overthink this. You and Jud obviously have a connection, an intimacy. I saw how he looked at you. I could feel it. Give it some time.”
* * * * *
“Ride me, Chelsea.” Jud was lying on his back, naked, erect cock covered with latex. His eyelids were at half-mast, his voice husky.
They’d taken a walk after dinner and now Jud was making good on his promise from earlier that evening. She’d had plenty of fuel but it wouldn’t have mattered. Chelsea could have been in a state of starvation and she would still want to pounce on him. He looked sexy as all get out, and there was a tinge of desperation in his request that she found irresistible.
It was another new adventure, but she was up for it. She moved over him, her knees on either side of his hips.
“Damn, you are so beautiful.” Jud reached up and caressed her breasts, thumbing her nipples. “Take a seat, baby. Swallow my cock with that tight pussy.”
“Mmm, you make me crazy with the things you say.” She walked her knees apart, taking hold of his cock and guiding it to her pussy. Her breath hitched as she rubbed the tip of his cock through her wet flesh. Empty and aching for him, she lowered her body and took him deep inside her. He filled her so completely that for just a second, she lost her breath.
Leaning over him, she placed her hands outside his shoulders and supported herself on straight arms. Jud opened his eyes and smiled, lifting his head to run his tongue around her nipple before sucking it into his mouth. She felt the tug of pleasure all through her body and she squirmed in his lap.
“Yeah, that’s good.” His fingers dug into her flesh, circling her hips around his rock-hard cock.
Chelsea saw stars, Jud’s mouth at her breast, his cock massaging every sweet spot inside her. It felt so good, she never wanted it to end. The sound of his tongue licking and sucking was making her mad with desire. She lifted her hips a little, releasing him and then taking him back in.
“Fuck, yeah.” Jud dropped back and looked at her with glazed eyes. His thumb migrated over to her middle, delivering glancing blows to her clit as she rotated her hips, sending sparks of electricity racing through her body. “Take me, Chels. Fuck me.”
She braced herself on his hipbones and slowly pushed up off him, then sat back down. “God, I love how you fill me up,” she gasped. His thumb moved with her, now providing constant stimulation, creating an unbearable burning. Mewls and moans spilled uncontrollably from her lips.
Sitting up straight, Chelsea rose higher until just the head of his cock remained inside her. Jud gazed at her, licking his lips, breathing deeply through his mouth. Again she circled her hips, rubbing her wet flesh around the tip of his cock. He started making small thrusting movements, but Chelsea held him at bay, not letting him go deeper.
“Tease.” He shook his head at her but she could tell he was into it. His thumb was still at her clit, driving her higher.
When she could take it no longer, needing to have him, she sat and took him deep. She smiled at their matching groans of relief. She repeated the maneuver over and again, until they were both nearly crying with need.
The pressure on her clit deepened and Jud thrust up into her. Hard.
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