“Harder.” The word fell from my lips without thought and Jude obliged by pushing his hips roughly against mine.
It felt like I was being split apart with my legs spread so wide and the force of his thrusts but I loved the feeling. I loved that he was giving it to me so good.
“Fuck, Riley,” he groaned while his balls slapped against my skin and the wet, loud sounds of our fucking filled the room, drowning out the monotonous audio coming from the still-playing documentary on the television. “Fuck, yes. Take my cock. Take it.”
I was taking it like I had never taken anything else before in my entire life. I wanted his kisses and his weight on me too but for now, his powerful cock will do.
“Jude!” I cried out sharply and squeezed my eyes shut as my orgasm rushed through me, making my vaginal muscles clench so hard around his length as my knees turned to jelly, my legs quaking from the climax.
“Oh, Jesus, you’re fucking squirting,” he said in a pained voice and kept on driving his cock in, his movements becoming a little frantic with every passing second.
He thrusted a few more times, let out all these enticing, deep-throated sounds and then stopped moving suddenly. I opened my eyes just in time to see that expression of exquisite and agonizing pleasure on his face as he drained himself into me, his mouth opening a little at the orgasm before he licked his lips, breathing in and out heavily.
When Jude finally pulled out of me, his cum leaked out deliciously from the space left by his cock. That was sexy. I felt him cover my body with his then, finally, as he nuzzled my neck. I couldn’t stop the smile from spreading across my lips or my hands from caressing his broad, sweaty back gently. As I turned my head to the side, our lips met in a lingering kiss before he mumbled, “Riley, I’m so sleepy.”
“Mmm.” I kissed his cheek then and then his forehead, noting that he was already closing his eyes even as his sticky wetness remained between us. I fucking loved it.
“Goodnight,” I whispered but he did not answer me.
He was breathing evenly, his warm exhales caressing my neck. I didn’t ever want to get up from this position. And I wished mornings were a thing of the past so I wouldn’t have to face the possibility of him withdrawing from me again.
Chapter 21
Jude
I opened my eyes to a grey ceiling and the morning news filtering through the television. My body felt cramped and heavy, my tongue was stuck to the roof of my mouth and I felt a dull headache coming which I was not ready for. It took me a minute to discern why I was folded up on the couch in my living room when I never, ever slept there and then vague recollections of last night began to spike through my cloudy brain. Riley. The sex. The wine. The sex. That documentary I had been watching from which I had to derive writing points for later. The sex.
Shit. Had I even used protection? Because I honestly didn’t remember that part.
When I heard sounds coming from the direction of the kitchen, I forced myself to raise my upper body and look over the back of the couch. I grew still when I saw Riley walking around the kitchen, humming to herself and making breakfast. Also, she was wearing my shirt. Only my shirt.
She glanced my way suddenly and when she noticed that I was awake, a beautiful smile curved her lips.
“Hey, good morning,” she called out and I watched as she poured me some water in a glass and brought it over.
I took it from her even though I only craved the taste of coffee first thing in the morning. But given the way I was feeling, water seemed like the best option.
“Thank you,” I managed to croak after my throat was moist and working again.
“More?” she asked and I blinked at her because that word coming out of her mouth had a familiar ring to it.
I shook my head and winced when the action gave me an ache in my temple. “Riley…I…I didn’t take advantage of you last night, did I?” I questioned worriedly.
It didn’t feel like I had but I tended to behave strangely whenever I had too much wine and I hated to think that she might have felt forced to indulge me.
Riley gave me another sweet smile and her hand cupped my cheek, cool and reassuring. “No, Jude,” she said. “You didn’t. Why don’t you go freshen up and I’ll set the table for breakfast?”
She flitted back towards the kitchen before I could respond and I observed her with a puzzled frown, wariness poking at my senses. Her behaviour was so…well, I couldn’t put my finger on it but…she was acting very odd for an assistant who had just slept with her boss in a random, drunken one-night-stand scenario. Shouldn’t she be feeling a little awkward at least?
After a minute, I got up from the couch and adjusted my bearings as dizziness crept up on me before making my way upstairs. I should shower. It was the only thing that helped clear my head whenever I felt anxious. Jennifer was going to kill me. Or not. I mean, it wasn’t as though she cared whether I lived or died at the moment.
I let the warm water relax me as much as possible as I stood under the spray a moment later, making up my mind to tell my girlfriend about this. I had to. And I was going to invite her over and talk to her properly about where this relationship was going. I knew I shouldn’t have slept with Riley this way but…I was very attracted to this girl and it was hard for me to ignore that.
The glass door slid open and I turned around to find Riley stepping inside, completely naked. I stared, knowing full well that I should send her away or protest or something but it was like she had me under a spell. Her breasts were so full, her curves so alluring and her eyes…they seemed to be pleading with me and worshipping me at the same time.
“Hey,” she said casually and pink spread across her neck and face as she blushed. “I thought you might need some company in here.”
My dick was starting to look up very hopefully and she noted it and smiled. I said nothing when she came forward and then went to her knees before me, holding my cock reverently in her hands and simply studying it for a while.
My blood began to heat up with desire as water sluiced down our bodies, cocooning us into an intimate, guilt-free zone. Riley parted her pink lips and kissed my tip sensuously, slowly, as if savoring the taste and texture of me. A strangled sound escaped me and I found myself moving my hips forward just a tiny bit so she could take more of me in.
Jude, stop. What the fuck are you doing? Talk to Jennifer first.
That was when Riley let out a long, slow moan and started to lap the precum from my tip like she couldn’t get enough.
“Fuck,” I groaned and that was the end of me.
I let her suck me off just the way she wanted while I held back her hair and enjoyed it, letting the water wash away all my concerns and inhibitions. Who even gave a fuck if she blew me in the shower? I needed it. I wanted this so bad. I wanted her.
“So, are we going to get any work done today or are you too tired?”
Riley was seated opposite me at the breakfast table an hour later, wearing another shirt of mine and my boxers too. For some reason, I didn’t find it weird anymore. Maybe it had something to do with that mind-altering climax she had given me in the shower earlier. I’d never had anyone revel in the feel of my cock against their tongue that way. I couldn’t stop thinking about the way she had devoured me and how she had appeared almost fascinated and unbearably aroused.
“I didn’t get much writing done yesterday so I need to make up for it,” was my answer as I chewed on the apple she had sliced for me. “Will be using those notes you outlined.”
She nodded and then sounded kind of sad as she mumbled, “I need to go home and take care of some things. Could you give me a couple of hours to do that? I’ll come back later and put in overtime.”
Some deep, primal part of me strongly protested at the idea of her going back to that motel, alone and unprotected.
That same part of me was probably the one that reached out to grip her hand and state firmly. “You’re staying here with me.”
Riley blinked at me in surprise and her mout
h fell open a little. “Jude. I can’t-“
“You’re staying with me, Riley,” I told her adamantly. “We’ll go get your stuff and you can live here until we find a better place for you. Okay?”
She was so still, it seemed as though she was barely breathing. Her grey eyes were uncertain but also glazed with the hint of tears.
“What about Jennifer?” she asked me in a whisper and I took my hand away and shrugged.
“I will handle her.”
…
I didn’t handle shit. My lust-consumed brain wouldn’t let me focus on anything but my novel and my assistant as the next few days flew by. During the day, when it was all business, we would get a lot of work done. I was very much at my peak when it came to my writing and that was something nothing could distract me from. However, at all other times, I only thought about fucking her. But it seemed like Riley was just as determined to show me her professionalism. She didn’t come near me during her normal working hours even though she still wore my clothes afterwards and made me breakfast while I cooked her dinner. For lunch, we usually ordered take-out. It was the nights that were laden with madness and abandonment. The nights I looked forward to as soon as I finished dinner and a shower and went to bed.
Riley was so eager to let me devour her, master her body and senses and was ravenous for the things I did to her in bed.
She made my heartbeats thump hard in my chest the minute her footsteps approached my bedroom, nine p.m on the dot, every night. My cock swelled simply from the sweet scent of her perfume, her midnight-blue hair now cut in a sleek, short do which only reached her chin and her voluptuous body clad in nothing but my shirt.
"I need you," I said to her the third time it happened, not bothering to hide my hunger from her after all the familiarity we had been indulging in for the past two nights. She didn't scare easily and despite being almost a decade younger than me, Riley knew how to give as good as she got.
"Jude." Her soft voice whispered to me before she mounted me and spread her hands over my chest. "I need to-"
"I know," I interrupted, my brows drawing together in fierce concentration as I gave her what she wanted.
Riley cried out as I pushed into her from underneath, my thrusts merciless and unrelenting. I was in a fever sweat as well. Fuck, I needed her. I couldn't last more than a day without wanting to bury myself in her sweet, hot cunt.
We panted, sweated and groaned as our mating grew almost frantic. Then she was crying out in a manner that suggested she had finally had her fill of me. For now.
When cum shot out of my engorged penis inside her, I gritted my teeth at the hedonistic pleasure overwhelming me. My girlfriend, my family, the whole fucking world would condemn me if they knew. If they knew the things I did to her behind closed doors in the dark of the night. But none of it mattered anymore.
Chapter 22
Wynter
Jude and I indulged in a rare morning make-out session on the kitchen counter one day. I tried to keep my hands off him during working hours because he stirred such powerful emotions inside me anyway and the sex just amplified all of it, making it impossible for me to regard him as my boss. A few times, I had come dangerously close to blurting out my real name or the way I truly felt about him whenever he touched me or spilled his cum inside me. So I made myself create and live by a simple rule. During the days, I was going to be the best writer’s assistant that ever existed. But during the nights, I was his to do with whatever he wanted. I was going to let myself go and unleash all of that ferocity in his bed once darkness covered the world. Darkness…like the kind my soul was made up of.
For I still lied to him. Every second of every day, I lived a lie and I was afraid to let him discover it. He would hate me for sure. I was Wynnie. I was the girl he probably believed was some nut job stalker. It didn’t matter that he seemed to respond to me positively online. As soon as he found out that she and I were one and the same person, he would freak out on me.
I couldn’t bear that. I couldn’t handle the thought of him looking at me with disgust or repulsion. The way this man worshipped every inch of my body now had me good and truly hooked. I was having an affair with Jude Knight, famous novelist and my fucking boss. And I was thriving because of it.
He’d grabbed a hold of my waist and started to kiss me as I sat on the counter. And when our kisses turned heated, he pushed me back until I was lying flat across the ceramic surface before he climbed on top of it himself and lowered his body over mine, forcing my mouth open and making me submit to him.
That was how his girlfriend found us when she suddenly walked into the house at around eight in the morning that day, suitcase and all, once again looking like she had stepped out of a fashion catalogue.
“Oh my God, Jude!” she shrieked, dropping her purse to the floor in shock and clamping a hand over her mouth.
Jude shifted quickly and got off me at once, stepping down to the floor with his back to me as I straightened my clothes and sat up, looking at Jennifer and feeling like I had just won the lottery.
“Jenny. Listen, I…look, please don’t cry. I’m sorry-“
“You bastard,” she threw out at him and I wanted to claw her eyes out at the tone she used with him. “All this time I thought you were missing me and waiting for me to come home and you’re…you’re…you’re here fucking her! This bitch.”
Narrowing my eyes at her, I wished Jude wasn’t in the room with us so that I could show her exactly how bitchy I could be.
“Jennifer, please calm down. Let’s go in my office,” Jude said remorsefully and moved towards her. “Let’s talk.”
“Talk?!’ she demanded shrilly. “Now you want to talk to me? Because I interrupted you when you were about to stick your dick in her. You asshole! How could you do this to me, Jude?!”
“I’m sorry,” he said in a pained voice. “I didn’t want to upset you. Jennifer, you and I…we’ve been over for a long time now.”
Her eyes widened and she gaped at him when he said that. “Excuse me? What are you even talking about? We have been in a partnership for four years! What the fuck is wrong with you?”
I watched as Jude buried his fingers in his hair, appearing highly frustrated. This bitch was getting on my nerves now. As if he had ever even truly belonged to her. Where had she been these past several days when he had been feeling lonely?
“Jude? Are you okay?” I asked him softly, my hand going automatically to his shoulder. My poor baby. He shouldn’t have to deal with this drama at eight in the morning. He wasn’t a morning person.
“You?!” Jennifer rounded on me then, her eyes spitting fire. “Get your hands off him. And get the hell out of his house!”
“She’s not going anywhere, Jen,” Jude stated to my astonishment. “It’s you who needs to go. That’s what I’m trying to talk to you about if only you’d listen.”
My heart was doing somersaults inside my chest and I wanted to curl up against him and purr like some kitten. I couldn’t believe he was speaking up for me and kicking her out. Was it really so easy? Enslaving him?
“You are not throwing me out of here over some little slut who couldn’t keep her hands to herself when I wasn’t around,” Jennifer gritted out and peered at us dangerously. “I won’t let you do this to me, you fucker. I am going to tell your parents. I’m going to tell your friends. The whole world! Do you hear me?”
I sensed a change in him then. All this time, he was trying to go easy on her but I saw his jaw clenching and anger making his profile appear stark.
“Go ahead, then,” he told her in a soft tone that wasn’t at all pretty. “Go tell the world what I did to you and see if I care.”
I took a deep breath and swallowed, worrying my bottom lip when he said that. Jude cared. He would definitely care. He just didn’t want her to know that.
But Jennifer already did, it seemed and she sneered at him, her eyes filling up with tears at the same time.
“Good luck whoring around wit
h your assistant, J. R,” she said tightly and picked up her bags. “I think you’ve forgotten who you were dating all this time. The media will remind you soon.” She looked from me to him and then shook her head, bitterness evident on her face. “I swear, I am going to destroy you. I am going to destroy everything you have fought so hard to achieve.”
He was forcing himself into me with hard, punishing drives and I was loving it. I fucking loved every second of it. Something seemed to have possessed him after that confrontation with Jennifer and it was like he was determined to make me his sex doll.
“Jude,” I gasped as he crammed his dick into my pussy, taking me right there on the counter like his life depended on it. “Do you…want to…talk about it?”
“No,” he said with a scowl as he kept on fucking me, sweat forming over his naked chest. “I don’t. I just want to fuck.”
Okay. Fair enough. I could talk to him later because I knew he would worry about it regardless of what he had said to Jennifer. I had seen him during the scandal with William over that punch. He hated bad publicity and feeling like he had disappointed his fans and parents. If Jennifer’s threat held through, Jude was going to need some comforting.
My pussy was fucked raw by the time it was over and he growled out his release right before mine. When he pulled out of me, I immediately went to him and put my arms around his sweaty neck, feeling deeply possessive of him and worried over the storm he might have to face.
“Please talk to me,” I whispered to him and kissed his earlobe. “I know it bothered you, what Jennifer said. I just want you to know-“
“Ella will deal with it for me,” he said and I stilled at the name he uttered.
“She’s the best lawyer I’ve ever seen. My skills are nothing compared to hers. She’ll find a way to settle this so that Jennifer won’t be accused of slander and work some angle to my advantage. Don’t worry about it.”
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