by Lane Hart
I thought she'd been kidding about that shit yesterday, but she's fucking serious. She's not going to let me kiss her. I could make her, and I know she'd give in, but I'm not going to do that. Maybe she's right, and it'll help us remember that we're just fucking each other and nothing more. My chest aches at the thought because I want all of her, even though I can't have her.
So instead, I drop to my knees. "I can kiss you here, though, right?" I ask, using my tongue to part her thighs.
"Oh God," she moans, reaching for my shoulders to keep her balance. I'll take that as a yes.
I throw one of her legs over my shoulder for better access, then I grip her thighs and eat the fuck out of her. She's already wet when I thrust my tongue into her pussy. I've missed tasting her over the past week, so I get my fill now before finding her clit and using my tongue to work her into a frenzy. I know she's close when she holds my head against her because her hips can't meet my tongue fast enough. She's letting me know how she needs it, and I'm more than happy to give it to her.
It's all worth it when she cries out my name, sending that familiar chill down my spine before she convulses above me. I reach up to fill my hands with her titties while my tongue finishes her off because I can't resist them any longer. My mouth's going there next.
When the last of the tremors leave her body I'm back on my feet with a nipple in my mouth, arms around Sadie to hold her up when her body goes limp. My cock's throbbing so bad I need to sink in deep or risk permanent damage to my balls.
I carry Sadie over to the empty chair, spinning her, so her back is to my chest before I sit down. I hold her up with my arm locked around her waist while impaling her down on my hard length. She's still tight as fuck from her orgasm and feels incredible. It's almost more than I can take when she throws her legs over the outside of mine and, grabbing the armrests, starts bouncing up and down on my cock.
"Goddamn, Sadie," I groan, reaching around to caress her titties while she rides me within an inch of my life. "Don't you dare stop."
"Oh!!!" she screams when her body seizes up with another release, leaving me right on the edge. I grab her hips to hold her in place while I slam my cock up into her but it's not enough. I need to fuck her harder.
Picking her up, I stay sheathed in her as I guide us down, putting Sadie face first on the ground. Once my knees are braced, I can pound my cock into her the way it's begging for.
"Yes!" she yells, letting me know I'm not hurting her with the force of my thrusts. I reach underneath her and almost come when I realize her hand's between her legs. She's getting herself off.
I cover her hand with mine, increasing the pressure until she gives it up for me again. It's all she wrote for me as my cock jerks, finally filling the condom, making me wish I was in her without the latex layer between us. I ride the waves of bliss to the very end, milking it for all it's worth, already thinking about the next time.
I shift Sadie's hair off her shoulder and kiss her neck, then down her back, until she shivers. When I push myself off of her I notice there are still marks on her ass from how hard I hit her last night. I lean down and kiss them softly, running my tongue around the print of my hand.
"I'm sorry I hurt you last night," I tell her.
"I let you," she replies quietly.
"Yeah, but I lost control. I didn't mean to hit you so hard...I was just so pissed and jealous."
"I liked it at the time. It's been sore riding all day, though."
"Shit. I'm an idiot, Sadie. I won't ever do that to you again."
"What if I want you to?" she asks. "I like seeing you out of control and marking me as yours. That's why I didn't care who saw it yesterday. I wanted them to know too."
Hell, I like hearing that a lot. Too much.
"But what if someone says something to your dad? He trusts me with you."
"They won't. Alex said they're all scared of you."
"What?" I ask in surprise. "Scared of me?" Everyone’s always been scared of Jax, but now they’re scared of me?
"Uh-huh. He said Matt was the only one that wasn't, but that he’s an idiot."
"That's the fucking truth."
"Alex is the one who told me to take Matt inside because he knew you'd stop us."
"Wait, what?" I ask, letting her words sink into my blissed out, hazy mind. "You set me up? But what if I hadn't come inside and stopped you?"
"I would've fucked him," she says simply, making me bite down on my cheek in anger at the mere thought. "But I was hoping you wouldn't let me. That's why I left the door open."
"Holy shit! You little manipulator. And Alex wasn't hitting on you?"
"No, he was telling me that you were having a shitty week at the gym and he thought it was because of me."
"It was because of you,” I admit. “But I saw his fucking hand go down your bottoms."
"Whose hand? Alex's?"
"How many hands were in your bottoms?" I ask in a huff.
"He put the ice down them to retaliate for me doing it to him. That's all."
"Huh. Well, glad you told me, so I won't kick his ass the next time we train together."
"Yeah, you don't have to worry about him or anyone else."
"Good," I reply. "So I guess I should let you up now."
"Okay."
"I'm gonna go grab some groceries for my protein shakes and shit. You want me to pick up anything for you? Something I can make for breakfast or dinner?" I ask her.
"Um, not really. Oh, but some Reese’s would be awesome right now!" she says excitedly.
"Is that your after sex snack?" I ask, climbing off of her and getting to my feet.
"Yes. I crave chocolate after orgasms," she says with a smile when she rolls over to her back, making my cock hard again when I look down at her laid out in front of me.
"All right, so lots of Reese’s." Because she's gonna have a lot of orgasms. "Ask everyone else and text me a list if they want anything. When I get back, I want this shit off the bed and you in it naked with a roll of condoms. Got it?" I ask, pulling my boxers and jeans back on.
"Uh-huh."
I throw my shirt and shoes on then double check that I still have my keys, wallet, and phone, before I'm good to go.
Chapter Fifteen
Sadie
I take another moment to pull myself back together after Jude blew my mind. I don't know what the hell I'm doing. I want him, I want exactly what we just did, but it's not enough. Unfortunately it's all I get with Jude, so I guess I can't really complain.
I push myself up off the floor and take a shower while he's gone. After dressing in pajamas I open my bedroom door to ask for everyone's grocery requests and send Jude a text. When I go back to unpacking suitcases, Brayden comes in and squeezes herself into an empty spot on the bed.
"So, you and Jude didn't waste any time, did you?" she asks, making my face burn.
"Maybe."
"You did!"
"Yeah, and he told me to have all this off the bed and be naked in it when he gets back."
"Are you?" she asks. "Because if you ask me, you shouldn't jump every time he says so. You need to make him work for it."
"You have seen him, right?" I joke, throwing my clothes in the dresser drawer. "Saying no to him is pretty much impossible."
"And you've agreed to just fuck him whenever he wants?"
"Pretty much. That's all he wants."
"Then you shouldn't let him sleep in here," she says.
"I shouldn't?"
"Nope," she says, shaking her long, dark waves. "If you're just fucking then he shouldn't get to sleep with you. That's what people in relationships do."
"I've told him he can't kiss me."
"Good for you, Julia Roberts. Draw the lines in the sand and then sit back and watch him lose his shit until he crosses them."
"But what if he doesn't?" I ask.
"Then you keep your distance without falling even harder."
"You might be right," I concede. It's worth a try, ev
en though I'll miss having him sleep next to me.
…
After Jude gets back we put away all the groceries and then order a pizza since it’s getting late. By the time we're finished eating I'm exhausted and ready to go to bed. I want nothing more than to curl up with him but...well, he doesn't.
I go to the bedroom we claimed, grab the extra pillow and sheets from the closet and then take them to Jude who's sitting in the living room watching TV with Cassie, Ross and Brayden.
"Here you go," I say, handing the stack of linens to him.
"Ah, what the fuck?" he asks.
"I'm going to sleep and wanted to make sure you have what you need for the pullout bed," I reply sweetly.
His dark eyebrows shoot up to the ceiling and his mouth falls open. He hadn't been expecting that.
"Goodnight," I say to him and everyone else before turning on my heel and heading back to my room. Before I can shut the door, Jude wedges it open.
"What are you doing?" he asks.
"Going to sleep."
"Alone?" he asks
"Yeah of course."
"But I thought-"
"What, that you'd sleep in here, too?" I ask. "We're just fucking, right?"
His jaw falls open again as he stands frozen in place.
I know that since Brayden's got her room to herself she and I could share tonight and let Jude have my bed, but I refuse to do that. Most likely Brayden will be sharing it with someone or multiple people before the week is out, and then I'd end up on the couch. Nope, not going to happen.
I stand there in my pajamas, waiting to see what Jude will do. Say he wants us to be more, or deal with sleeping on the sofa?
"Guess I better get changed then," he says. I refuse to feel disappointed. "Can I come fuck you in the morning?" he asks after jerking his shirt over his head, leaving him bare chested. He doesn't fight fair.
"Sure," my mouth responds quickly without my permission. I watch Jude remove his pants and then pull on a pair of nylon shorts over his boxer-briefs.
"Goodnight," he says, barely glancing in my direction when he strolls out of the room, clearly unaffected.
…
I wake up when a cool breeze fans my nakedness like sheets have been lifted. I'm still out of it after a fretful night of sleep. The haziness clears pretty much as soon as I feel Jude's lips on my stomach.
I blink my heavy eyelids open and find him hovering over me. His eyes are closed while he kisses his way up my body. I can't help but squirm when he gets to my ticklish ribs. Jude's dark eyes open and meet mine, taking my breath away from the lustful intensity burning in them. When his mouth covers my nipple his hand drifts down between my legs to make sure I'm ready for him. I'm always ready for him.
Apparently Jude can't wait any longer because he settles his hips between mine, and I know he's come prepared when I feel the latex before he eases his hard length into me. After he gives me time to adjust he begins pumping faster and harder, his shallow breathing loud against my ear in the quiet, semi-dark room. I run my hands up and down along his muscular back and wrap my legs around his waist.
Despite how good he feels moving in and out of me, my mind is a tangled mess that won't allow me to get close to a release even when Jude's fingers try and set me off by reaching down between us.
"Shit, sorry, Sadie," he says against my neck after he finishes and I don't, the first words either of us have spoken.
"It's no big deal," I say with a shrug.
"I can go down on you."
"No, that's okay."
Jude pushes himself up so he can look at me. "What's wrong?" he asks.
Seriously? He's asking me what’s wrong? Well, let's see, he makes me feel like he can't live without me, then he breaks up with me. He gets upset when any other guy talks to me. He fucks me after knocking out the guy I was with, and he wants to know what's wrong? It's too much to keep up with. I want him however I can get him, but that doesn't mean it's easy to feel like he's just using me to get off. I'm head over heels in love with him, and he could care less!
"It's early. What time is it?" I blink back the tears and ask, instead of telling him all that.
"Six-fifteen."
"Jesus, Jude! You do know what vacation means, right?" No wonder it's so dark in here.
"I get up at six every morning," he says.
"That doesn't mean that I want to," I reply.
"Sorry, I just..."
"Just couldn't wait until the sun came up to fuck me?"
"No," he admits, lowering his head and brushing his lips over my neck.
"Well I'm not the freaking 7-Eleven. My legs aren't open all night."
Jude chuckles causing his body to rumble deliciously against mine. "It's a good thing you didn't let me stay in here or you wouldn't have gotten any sleep."
I shiver with arousal at his words and refuse to admit that I didn't sleep much for wishing he was here doing exactly what he's referring to.
"You could just tell me no," he says.
Right, like I could ever say no to him. "I know that."
"So whatcha got planned today?" he asks.
"Nothing. I'm on vacation."
"Then come running with me."
"Running!" I exclaim.
"I'll go slow, so you can keep up," he says, raising up to smile down at me.
"Hey! I'm not that slow. I came in third in the state cross-country meet, thank you very much."
"Third? Damn, woman! You might have to slow down for me."
"You do remember that thing I said about being on vacation, right? Most people sit on the beach or lounge by the pool, not wake up at six to go running."
"We're not most people. Come on. You run a few miles with me before it gets hot, then we'll do whatever you want the rest of the day."
Thinking it over I finally agree. "Deal."
"I promise I won't fuck you again unless you initiate it," he says.
"And if you cave first?" I ask with a grin.
"Then I'll wake you up with breakfast in bed the rest of the week instead of fucking you."
"You can fuck me first if you want," I tell him.
"Deal," he says with a wide dimpled simple. "Now get your ass up."
Chapter Sixteen
Jude
After Sadie and I ran up the coast several miles and then all the way back we hit the shower together and I lost our bet. Although, fucking her against the shower wall didn't really feel like losing. No, it was more like winning the Mega Millions lottery.
Once we dried off Sadie wanted us to hang out around the pool with the rest of the group until we all went to dinner together. While we were eating at one of the pop themed restaurants I came up with a plan to stay in Sadie's bed all night.
As soon as we get back to the condo I'm going to fuck her and afterwards I'll just accidentally fall asleep there and she'll let me stay.
Wrong!
"Jude," Sadie says, waking me up with a shake to my shoulder. "You fell asleep, but I pulled out the sofa bed and got it ready for you."
Blinking my eyes open, I realize she's completely serious. She's not going to let me sleep with her. She still won't let me kiss her either, damn it!
I grunt and curse as I drag my tired ass out of her warm comfy bed, pull on my shorts and shuffle my feet to the dark living room before falling onto the thin, springy couch mattress. Trying to settle in turns out to be impossible, especially with the surround sound of sex noises coming from the other rooms. And great, now my dick is hard and I'm out here all alone. I should be curled up to Sadie right now. Or even better, between her legs, making our own moans and cries. I know exactly what to do to make that happen, too.
Sadie wants more. She wants the dating, hand holding, mushy shit just like I do, but I can't tell her why we can't. That I'm lying to her, and her dad's lying to her. Besides, it'd only be temporary since she's leaving for college in a few weeks. There's no reason for us to get more attached. I'm caught between wanting it all and k
nowing we're better off with nothing. Maybe this week should be it for us. Fuck and get it out of our systems, and then when we get back home we'll go our separate ways.
Just the thought makes me feel sick.
…
The next morning I wake up and fix Sadie pancakes before I fuck her. I wait until seven so she's not as cranky as the morning before when I take her from behind.
After we eat she’s in a great mood when we head out for a walk on the beach. We go barefoot so we can cool our toes off in the high tide and pick up seashells. I already have a cargo pocket full when Sadie starts freaking out.
“Do you know what that is?” she asks, pointing to the wavy pattern in the sand.
“Um, tire tracks?” I ask, but realize how stupid that guess is since the tracks are too close together, heading to and from the water.
“They’re turtle tracks!” she exclaims, following the trail up to the dunes.
“A turtle?” I ask.
“Yeah, a female loggerhead sea turtle must have come up last night and laid eggs.”
“Really?” I ask, wondering how she knows all that from some marks in the sand.
“Yeah. May starts the nesting season, and in about sixty days the hatchlings will dig their way out and follow the light from the moon to find the ocean. I’m surprised a mother would leave them here because of all the lights from the beach houses.”
“So she’s a bad mother?” I joke.
“Well, I guess so, but at least here the local rescue group will come out and protect the nest with mesh screens to keep other animals from eating them. Can I use your phone to call them?” she asks.
“Um, sure,” I say, handing it over.
After doing an Internet search she finds the local aquarium’s number and calls to talk to the sea turtle conservation department and tells them about the marks.
“Okay, the aquarium’s nest watch team is coming out to confirm the spot of the eggs and mark up the site if she did lay them here.”
“How do you know so much about sea turtles?” I ask.
“Oh, well, um, it’s no secret that I’m a dork,” she says, pushing her hair behind her ear and looking out over the ocean. Her cheeks redden, and she sounds somewhat embarrassed about admitting that.