by Ronica Black
Mary laughed. “Not yet.”
Jude inched closer and used more of her weight as she leaned into her and licked. Mary thrashed a little, moaning and panting. She gyrated her hand, moving her flesh as Jude licked. She was loving it, teasing herself as well as Jude.
“I need more,” she finally said. Her eyes flashed at Jude and they both stilled.
She held herself open, beckoning. “Lick me. Please.”
Jude felt her mouth water and she fell into her quickly, saturating her flesh with her mouth.
“Oh, fuck!” Mary cried, knotting her fingers in Jude’s hair. “Yes!”
Jude licked heavily and then sucked, licked heavily, and then sucked. She consumed her like a woman dying, taking her in as if she were life force herself.
Mary went insane with pleasure, her abdomen tensing as she watched and took. Her fingers played Jude’s scalp as she spoke in broken pieces.
“Yes. Oh God, Jude. Fuck. Oh fuck! I love it. I love it. I love it so fucking much. I’m going to—I’m so close. Oh God!”
Jude was sure Mary was going over and she was close to doing the same. But Mary spoke suddenly and loudly.
“Stop!”
Jude froze. Mary gasped and pushed her away. Jude had to swallow a few times before she could speak.
“Ah, fuck I was so close. So close.” She sat up completely and took Jude’s face in her hands. “It was so good.”
Jude wanted to ask her why she stopped, but she didn’t speak. She didn’t want to sound needy. It wasn’t in her to do so. But she couldn’t stop her insides from screaming with want. She wanted to finish her off like she was the feast of a lifetime. She wanted to make Mary come so hard she screamed and begged and cried for a mercy she didn’t really want.
“You want more, don’t you?” Mary asked, stroking her cheek. Jude stood, unable to take the teasing of her touch.
“You don’t have to say it. I can see it in your eyes. Those wickedly beautiful eyes.”
Jude tried not to look at her, but she was so beautiful and hungry with tinted cheeks and swollen lips. Her chest heaved with her breathing, her pert breasts eager and reaching up for more. And the stockings. Jude wanted to remove them only to lick where every web of fabric had touched.
“I told you what I want,” Jude replied.
“You want to make me come.”
“Yes.”
“Come back for more then.”
Jude clenched her jaw and stared as Mary began touching herself again.
Jude licked her lips to taste another sample of her. It only made her hungrier.
“No.” Jude steeled herself. The teasing would continue, she was sure of it. The game was far from over, and as much as it intrigued and excited her, the journey itself was torturous.
This is what it feels like to not have control. This is what it feels like to want someone so fucking badly…
“No?” Mary stood and approached. She ran her hand up Jude’s core to between her breasts. Jude caught her by the wrist.
“I have another hand,” she said, the corner of her mouth lifting with devilish intent.
Jude gripped her other wrist and they faced off with a tense stare.
“I have a mouth, Jude.” She stood on her toes and kissed her lips. “And a body.” She rubbed herself against Jude.
Jude shuddered. The feel of her was intoxicating, the scent of her damp skin and heated scalp going straight to her center.
“You can’t stop me, Jude. Not forever.”
“Yes, I can.” She held her tightly but didn’t turn away from her soft kiss when it came again. How easy it would be to just close her eyes and get lost in it. How easy. And how utterly terrifying.
“No, you can’t, Jude. Know why? Because you don’t really want to.” She leaned in and licked Jude’s neck. Jude pushed her away, but Mary, unwilling to go, grabbed Jude in return and tightened her fingers around her forearms.
“You want me. Just as badly as I want you.”
“Let me go.” But Mary wasn’t threatened and Jude knew her voice reflected her doubt. Even though Mary was plucking deep, buried chords of emotion in her, she was also turning her on.
“Take me,” Mary said, trying to nibble her lip. “Fucking take me like I know you want to.”
“And if I don’t?” Would this insanity end? Maybe for the moment. But the empty night and empty days following would be more than harrowing. To have her was suicide. To resist her certain madness.
“I don’t know. You tell me.”
She knew. She fucking knew. She could obviously read Jude like an open book.
“You need to leave.” Her stomach knotted and flipped. But she didn’t really want her to go. Not yet. Not until she had her every which way from Sunday.
Mary laughed. “Okay then.” She released Jude and stepped away. Jude watched as she reached across the bed to retrieve her toys. A sheen of sweat ran down the center of her back and Jude yearned to lick it, imagining Mary turned and riding her cock, hips thrusting, back glistening.
“It was fun, wasn’t it?” Mary asked, placing her cocks and massager in her purse. “We didn’t even get to the big phallus though. That’s too bad. I really wanted to try that with you. God, I can already imagine it filling me up with that forceful heat.” She shook her head and continued packing. “Maybe next time.”
“Why are you doing this?” Jude asked, unable to move. All she could do was watch helplessly.
Mary was buttoning up her shirt. “What do you mean? Doing what?”
“You know what I mean, Mary.”
She paused. “I’m not doing anything, Jude. I’m only playing by your rules. I’m only playing your game. Only…” She walked up to her and placed a finger on her lips. Jude resisted the urge to take the finger into her mouth and suck it, as if it had been dipped in rich, dark honey. “I’m the one in control. I don’t think you like that very much do you?”
Jude felt herself flush and it angered her. Why was Mary so good at getting to her? And why couldn’t Jude move? Why was she nailed to the spot allowing all this to go on around her?
“Then again, I know you like it just fine.” Mary took advantage of her stilled position and took her hand. She sank it between the cool, slick folds of her flesh. “I sure do.” She moved it back and forth and kicked her hips into it. “Yeah. Oh, yeah.” When Jude responded with the movement of her fingers, Mary rose onto her toes and whispered in her ear. “But you can’t make me come anymore.” She kept moving, rocking into her. “Don’t you want to know why?”
Jude swallowed but didn’t speak. Her fingers were caught up in a web of arousal. It would be so easy to just shove herself deep inside her. Throw her back against the wall and fuck her madly, biting into her neck and shoulder as she came. It would be so easy…
Mary was watching her closely as if she could see into her mind. She stopped moving and removed Jude’s hand. “Because you won’t let me touch you.”
Jude suddenly found her feet and she took a step back, her brain not registering the meaning of the words as quickly as it should. Mary continued.“You know how badly you want to touch me, lick me, make me come? Well, that’s how badly I want to do it to you.”
“You—”
“Yes, I do. Now you know what it feels like to not be able to. To not be able to do what you want, what you most desire.” Her face was set and serious. There was no more flirting or playful seductive banter. “Don’t say anything. It’s not needed. I know that for whatever reason, you won’t let me. That’s okay. I understand as I hope you now do.” She walked back to her bag and finished dressing.
Jude was at a total loss for words. When she did manage to start speaking, Mary was quick to stop her. She left her with some last words as she breezed past her to the door.
“If you want to play again, you know where to find me. But from now on, we play by my rules.”
Chapter Twelve
“I’m crazy. I’m totally fucking crazy.” Mary gripped her
steering wheel and shook it, trying to pry it from the column. She’d just had the most powerful and sexually charged night of her life. She’d done it. She’d gone in there and taken control, making Jude do what she wanted. It was clearly insane behavior, completely out of her league, but it had worked. Jude had touched her, wanted her. She’d even come with her.
Oh my God!
She eased down her window and screamed. “I’m fucking crazy!”
She laughed as the wind whipped her hair and teased her ear. God, she felt good. The new attitude was working wonders and now that she’d gotten what she wanted…
She slowed for a red light and checked herself in the rearview mirror. Her eyes were dark with liner and mascara. They were sexy but stirring with things she didn’t understand.
She’d had her fun and had gotten her way. Well, not totally, but still, for the most part.
What about Jude?
She accelerated roughly as the light changed. Jude would be fine, despite the lost look on her face as she’d left. Jude was good at the game. The master. She could handle it.
Yeah, but can I?
She pressed her lips together and nodded. She could. She was ready. Bring it on. Hopefully, Jude would come knocking, but if she didn’t, that was okay too. She knew what mind-blowing sex was now, and she could either give it to herself or find it on her own.
The thought scared her a little. Could she really be like Jude and approach women with confidence and an air of expected respect? More than that, could she actually find someone she was attracted to like she was Jude? She laughed nervously and the wind blew it back at her. She didn’t like the way it felt, and she eased up her window and wrung her hands on the steering wheel the rest of the way home.
After parking in her garage and closing the door, she went to her phone and checked her voice mail. A small part of her, bigger than she wanted to admit, thought there might actually be a message from Jude begging her for more, wanting to come over. But she had no messages and her cell phone had been silent. She pushed away the disappointment already starting to try to surface.
“I need a drink.” She kicked off her heels and rolled off her stockings. Her legs tingled a little at the feel of fresh air as she strode through her small kitchen to the cabinet next to the fridge. She pulled down an old bottle of Scotch and downed a shot straight from the lip. She winced a little and screwed on the cap, hoping the big sip would be enough to relax her.
Sighing, she leaned against the countertop and absorbed the calm silence of her kitchen. The pale yellow walls soothed her, but the quiet of her cozy home was starting to bother her. Her old routine of coming home, making a small, easy dinner, and sitting in front of the television all night had been cast aside days ago. She rarely bothered with dinner now, and the television offered nothing to compete with Jude Jaeger. Her evenings were spent doing homework, pacing the living room as she went over all the different ways she could see Jude, calling the club and hanging up, and then going to her room to bring herself to climax countless times until sleep finally claimed her.
She’d hoped after her earlier success in seeing Jude, that the night would bring some much needed comfort and peace. But the normally tranquil walls of her home still seemed gaping and empty, silently mocking her.
She thought back to the harsh words spoken by her co-workers about how she probably lived alone with twenty-five cats. She didn’t even have a cat, or any other pet, and instead of that comforting her, it just sounded all the more pathetic. What had she done with the last ten years?
She’d hidden away in her little house hoping and praying the rest of the world would just leave her alone.
Alone.
She was definitely alone. She pushed off the counter and headed straight to her bedroom. She flicked on the light and stripped. The shower called to her, but she decided against it. Instead, she crawled into bed and held her blouse close to her face. The smell of Jude’s cologne rocketed through her and she shivered with desire, her nipples hardening and her clit pulsing.
How badly she wanted Jude in her bed. Every night. Every single night.
How long would this yearning last? Was there ever a cure? What if Jude wasn’t enough?
She thought back to their heated time together and her hand drifted to between her legs. They’d come together, and she knew she’d never forget the look in Jude’s eyes as ecstasy had overcome her. As the memory of it floated though her mind, she opened her legs and stroked her clitoris. Her flesh was still painfully swollen and it didn’t take long to bring herself to the brink of desire. The climax was powerful but quick, and she kept stroking with Jude’s face in her mind. She came again loudly, arching her back off the bed. Yes, yes, yes. Oh God.
Jude’s face still hovered as she sank into the sheets. It watched over her and spoke softly, wishing her a good night. She nestled into her blouse and breathed deeply.
Would anything ever be enough again? Mary didn’t know. And as she closed her eyes and breathed in Jude’s scent, she was sure of just one thing.
Whether she could get enough of Jude or not, nothing would ever be the same.
Chapter Thirteen
Jude drove past the beautiful looming mountain she usually hiked after work. The dusty trail wound up and around the side promising a spectacular desert view from the top. But today, even if she skipped walking it to run, she knew it wouldn’t be enough of a workout to kill the thrumming inside. Work had done nothing to help either, and she’d left a bit early before Mary’s class let out just so she wouldn’t risk running into her.
She knew if she had seen her she would’ve caved and slid to her like a magnet moving toward steel. She would’ve spoken to her, said things she’d dreamt about the night before. “Come with me. I want to touch you again. Let me take you, Mary.” And they would’ve ended up in her office again, tearing at each other like bloodthirsty tigers. And there was also the threat of the tease. The new rules Mary had come up with, promising Jude only some of the pie while waving the rest right in her face.
She’d hated it almost as much as it turned her on, which only made her hate it more.
Mary lying there on the edge of the bed, stocking-covered legs splayed, hand massaging her folds, telling Jude to lick her, lick her through her fingers.
Goddamn sexy woman. An ingénue coming into her own, boldly casting aside her innocence and naivety to get what she wanted. Jude had to respect her for that, even though she knew she was the ultimate target. Mary wanted her and wanted to touch her. And it didn’t seem like she was going to give up anytime soon. Jude had to come up with a way to resist her or a way to take back control. At the moment, she could think of neither, and total avoidance was impossible because Mary knew where to find her.
She pulled into a parking space and killed the engine to her BMW.
She didn’t want to totally avoid Mary.
“Fuck.” She palmed her forehead. That was the truth of it. The other truth of it was just as devastating and confusing and terribly frightening.
She wanted Mary to touch her.
She climbed from the car with her duffel bag in hand. The building before her was old and nondescript. If it had been painted black and located in a more populated area, it would’ve reminded her of Conquest. But its faded yellow paint and blowing dust surroundings countered that image. A small bell over the door jingled as she pushed her way inside. Immediately, the bell sound was stifled by the sound of repeated thumping and male voices yelling instruction. She hadn’t been to a boxing gym in years, and the smells of sweat, old mats, and dozens of used wraps and gloves reminded her of times long ago. Memories tried to flood her, but she forced them away, needing the more pressing reason for her visit to stay in mind.
She had come to work. To work hard.
As she moved further inside, she ignored a few stunned and curious glances and made her way toward the back to the locker room. The smell inside rose in strength from that of the open floor, and she was relieved to fin
d a separate door marked “Women.” The area was smaller than the main gym, but it looked and smelled cleaner. A wedge of six lockers, which had obviously been removed from a larger bay, sat against the wall along with a single bench and two good-sized bathroom stalls. A small row of three sinks sat across from the stalls.
After finding a locker and changing her clothes, she put away her duffel bag, closed the locker, and headed out. She tucked her gloves under her arm and welcomed what little heated breeze there was to the bare skin of her arms and midsection as she stepped once again into the main gym. More glances came, sizing up her tight-fitting sports bra and basketball shorts. She let them stare, focusing instead on dropping her gloves to shake out her limbs and stretch. As she worked on her hamstring, she wondered who she needed to ask to borrow some tape. It had been years since she’d boxed, and she needed to give her hands and wrists all the support they would need in order for her to aggressively attack the bags.
She found what appeared to be a makeshift office nestled between storage rooms and she crossed to it after a series of long and effective stretches. The crowded gym pulsed around her, and despite the gym’s three window air conditioners, the place felt heavy with expelled carbon dioxide and moist heat.
More glances fell upon her as she walked. Men were everywhere, half naked, greased up like holiday turkeys, dodging and jabbing and grunting. One of them, a rare one who was still clothed, trotted up to her as she was waiting by the door to the office.
“You are my girl?” he asked smiling. “You are big. I was worried you would be too small.”
She stared at him, completely confused. He had on a dark green T-shirt and matching striped athletic pants. The gym’s logo was written in white across his chest.
“You are late. I hope you are warm.” He appeared to be Hispanic with dark hair and deeply tanned skin. His accent was strong, but he was easily understood. He took her gloves, which weren’t professional or standard, and tossed them aside. Next, he grabbed her hands and began a deep massage with his rough but strong fingers.