by Pratt, Lulu
“I thought I lost you,” he groaned, taking my nipple in his mouth. My head fell back in ecstasy, my body leaning forward to force more of myself into his mouth.
Jude was greedy with me, just as he had been our first night together. His touch was endless, reaching from the top of my head to the peak of my thighs, his hands parting my legs as he searched for my sweet spot.
“Let me feel you,” he growled, and I opened my legs to make room for his gentle touch.
The gasp on his tongue when he felt my slickness stopped my breathing, a rush of seduction pumping through me. I loved how much I turned him on. My body pressed forward, taking his fingers into my warmth, releasing a deep groan from his chest.
“You can never lose me,” I whispered, kissing his neck.
This time, I too was greedy. I’d missed him, as if I lost him after my mother’s revelation. There was so much that could never be if there was any truth to what seemed outlandish. Hearing his denial was all I needed to put it aside, doubting that he or his family could ever have anything to do with my sister’s accident.
“God, I need to taste you,” Jude dropped to his knees in the middle of the floor. With no warning, he took my essence into his mouth, leaving me on unsteady legs as I sucked in a deep breath.
“Jude!” I shrieked, gripping a handful of his hair. My hips began to wind, finding the pressure points of his mouth against my sensitivity.
The pressure began to build immediately, as his tongue lapped circles around my clit, my epicenter of pleasure surrounded by his skilled mouth. I didn’t stand a chance against his expertise, and I could tell Jude knew it. Glancing down, I found him watching me, lust laced through his blue eyes.
“I’m gonna come,” I moaned, afraid of losing my footing.
Jude nodded, adjusting his footing before lifting my leg in the air so it rested on his back. I was completely dependent on his, suspended in the air with my pussy trapped in the pleasure of his mouth.
When his teeth grazed against my clit, I lost it. Jude’s fingers curled upwards, stroking the perfect spot as I rubbed the ball of my foot along his back in pleasurable agony.
“Oh God,” I moaned, my eyes rolling into the back of my head as my orgasm took over, the tidal waves of sensation pouring over me. It was such a strong feeling, it shook my body from deep within.
My legs vibrated as Jude carried me across the room before laying me on the bed carefully. Just as my back hit the soft bed, he was on top of me, spreading my legs with his body. The need was clear in his eyes, his body eager to show me how he felt. He was on his knees, unrolling the condom along his hard cock as he looked at my naked body.
“Fill me,” I whispered as he slid inside my slickness. My body welcomed him this time, spreading much easier.
Jude stretched me slowly, inching his length inside me with skilled precision. I moaned so loudly I was sure I’d wake the baby, but for the first time, I couldn’t bring myself to worry. I was desperate for the release, a reconnection of sorts.
After the revelation I had, I was out of touch from him and I needed to know that what I had felt was real. I wanted to feel the same energy and when his hips began to buck faster, his body heating up, I rode his rhythm, racing to the finish line with him.
“Holly!”
He groaned my name with a passion that was enough to set me off. I loved being so much to him, making him feel and act. I was inspiration and motivation in the same breath, his reason, and it felt powerful.
“Jude! Please!” I cried, on the edge of an even higher cliff, ready to fall into oblivion.
“Wait for me!” he growled, gipping my hips as he slammed his pelvis forwards, shoving his thick manhood into me.
Our bodies grew a sheen of sweat as we ground and bumped against one another. Our cries and groans were the only sounds between the passionate sounds of our names. It was a special melody, created by us for us.
“I love you,” I cried as the pleasure poured out of me. I could hold on no longer, and I let go into a whirlwind of sensation.
From the hairs on my head to the tips of my toes, I could feel him everywhere, wrapping me in his love. I drowned in the feeling, covering my body with his protection as I cried his name from the depths of my soul.
Jude’s arms wrapped around me so tight I thought I might pass out. The lack of air only added to my orgasm as he pumped me hard and fast, grunting with each thrust. It was animalistic and erotic to hear him so primal, chasing his masculine need to release inside me.
My legs spread further for him, welcoming his girth as he grunted my name one last time as his hips slammed forward three times before stilling inside me. I could feel his cock jerk as his body stiffened with tension.
Wrapping my legs and arms around his torso, I held him tightly, rubbing my fingertips along his back as our bodies slowly rocked together. It was a full-body explosion of emotion, and I had to gradually release my body.
As each limb fell onto the bed, I began to catch my breath. Jude rolled off me, running his fingers through his hair. He was panting, his body drenched in sweat. Our breathing synced, and then his hand found mine, interlacing our fingers before bringing them to his mouth. He kissed my knuckles before turning over to kiss me on the cheek. I could smell myself on his breath. I kissed him on the lips, deepening the kiss at the first opportunity.
“You’re about to get me going again,” he warned me, and I felt his still erect cock pressing against my inner thigh.
He was so heavy, I wanted more of him, pounding me hard. There was nothing like feeling myself stretch to fit him. I leaned forward, kissing him again and again until he pushed me away, biting my neck as he called me a tease.
“Why didn’t you call me?” he asked when I finally relented.
It was a sobering moment, taking us back to the reality we were in. This wasn’t a romantic evening. It was the end of a chaotic day that left me in tears. The tiredness that follows heavy crying seemed to fall over me at once, and I felt exhausted all of a sudden.
“What was there to say?” I asked the question I couldn’t answer myself.
Standing at my mother’s house, I couldn’t find a reason to call or even take his call. There was nothing I wanted to say, afraid of the answers I might get. My whole fairy tale life seemed to flash before my eyes as I thought of ways to repair what wasn’t even broken.
That was when I knew I loved Jude, even more than I expected. The thought of cutting him off wasn’t even an option. I knew I needed him even before I could get to the bottom of the facts.
There was a deep vulnerability to loving someone that much. There was a dependency to it that I wasn’t used to. Jude could go on about his life, returning to New York if he wanted, but I would never be able to return to the Holly I was before I told him I loved him.
From that day, everything had changed and I was a new person. One who could not live without him. It was both a strength and a weakness to love someone so much.
“All I wanted to hear was that you still loved me,” his answer was innocent and pure, just like I liked to think of him.
“You’re right,” I whispered before kissing him again.
“I know I’m right. I’m always right,” he teased, kissing me back. “Do you know what you’re going to wear to the party tomorrow?”
“What party?” I wondered aloud, feeling his body grind against mine in a way I knew wasn’t completely innocent.
“You remember,” he growled the words in my ear as his mouth found my neck, nibbling soft kisses down to my collarbone.
“The Christmas Eve party.”
I’d completely forgotten about the party his mother invited me to. After all that had happened, I thought a day in the house was probably the best thing to do. “Shouldn’t we just stay in bed?” I asked, lifting my hips to press my opening along the tip of his length.
“We’re going to stay in bed all night,” he answered, pressing forward as he teased my clit.
“Ooh! Th
at sounds good, and it feels good,” I giggled as our bodies barely touched, teasing everywhere.
I needed a day with him, to unwind and process everything. I wanted to spend the day wrapped in his touch, playing with our baby. There was too much pressure and drama in our lives and I wanted to get lost in our small bubble.
“But then you’re going to let me parade you around my family so I can introduce them to the love of my life.” His words touched my heart as he slid inside me, reaching new depths.
I inhaled him fully, wrapping my legs around him as my body twisted to make room. Our bodies moved together in unison without effort. It was so natural the way we moved.
“God, you feel so good,” he groaned, his body hardened with tension.
“Let me feel you,” I begged, extending my legs into the air as I opened myself up to him.
“Tell me you’ll go to the party,” he urged, pushing himself into me, pleasing me in all the right places.
“Ah, Jude,” I moaned, my body already climbing to another climax. He had me on a leash, able to manipulate my body at the snap of his fingers.
“I know what you like, babe,” he growled, nibbling at my ear. With his hand cradling the nape of my neck, he screwed his body, merging us together as the friction sent chills up my spine.
“Yes! Ah! Right there!” I cried as the speed increased.
“Tell me you’ll go, babe. I want you with me,” he growled, tugging at my hair as his need grew stronger.
“Yes!” I cried as my third orgasm drained the last of my energy. I didn’t have time to think of the reaction from my family.
I knew there was still so much that had to be resolved in my family, and at times Jude left me feeling as if I were trapped in a double life. But for the moment I didn’t care about the conflict, I only cared about the friction happening between my legs.
“Holly! Babe!” Jude’s grunts grew raspy as his hips bucked.
“Yes! Yes! Anything! I’ll do anything for you, Jude,” I cried the pledge, meaning every word as my body tensed from the intensity of our connection.
Chapter Thirty-Six
JUDE
STARING AT MY reflection was a mental game of sorts. I’d been through so much that I didn’t feel like the same man, but yet my reflection showed the same face that flew into Savannah without a care in the world less than two weeks ago. I thought maybe I would get to take Holly out on another proper date — a dinner, a show, drinks afterwards. Now here I was dressing for the annual family Christmas party, readying myself to pick her up.
Things had been a roller coaster between us, but I wanted to get some sort of mastery over the situation before things got out of control. There was a lot that would have to change in many lives, so I didn’t want to rush it. But I was in love and there was no way I was going to hide that.
My family was ecstatic about Holly coming to the party, wishing they could also meet Chris. But with him being so young, and this being her first formal introduction as my girlfriend, we wanted her to come alone. Besides, my mom’s Christmas party had a strictly no-kids policy, because the eggnog was always spiked and the jokes were never clean.
As a child, I used to sneak with Jessie to peek through the gaps in the stairwell from upstairs, wondering what all the laughter was all about. The adults would stay up into the wee hours of the morning some nights, banning all children with tales of Santa skipping our house if you weren’t in bed sound asleep.
It was surreal to be going to the party with the start of what I knew would be my family for the rest of my life. Holly was the only woman who would ever meet my family, something I was proud of. While I might have been around the block, I’d reserved the traditions and special occasions for the woman I planned to give my heart to.
My phone vibrated against my wood dresser, making an annoying sound. Lifting the phone, I saw Holly’s carefree smile. It was a photo I’d taken of her when we were at the park with Chris. She was smiling and laughing, more beautiful than ever.
“Hello,” I answered, straightening my red bow tie as I watched my reflection.
“I’m just trying to make sure I’m not being stood up,” Holly teased.
I had plans to pick her up in twenty minutes, but I was timing myself so I wouldn’t have much extra free time at her place, knowing what I would want to do with any alone time.
“Babe, I would never,” I chuckled, reaching for my wallet and keys from the dresser.
“Where are you?” she asked, her voice light and playful, a breath of fresh air after the day we’d had together.
After a long night of reminding her how well we go together, I’d slept like a baby. Holly went on to work, but we stayed in contact all day, texting or calling on the hour. I could tell she was nervous from the way she teetered on the fence, picking a dress. It was cute to hear her back to her sweet and innocent self.
“I’m walking out the door right now,” I answered as I descended the steps, pausing to take in the sight.
“You are not!” Holly doubted me.
“I swear to you. I’m standing on the stairway overlooking the most over-the-top Christmas decorations I’ve ever seen,” I scoffed.
“I heard that!” my mother called from the great room.
She had outdone herself this year, hanging garland from every available surface. As usual, my mother hired an entire staff to work her party wearing tuxedos as they carried trays throughout the house. A kitchen staff handled all the catered food prep, so my mother could relax and enjoy her guests and the party. It was a tradition my father started in high school after my mother would freak out every December planning her extravaganza.
I can still remember my father pulling me aside, telling me how a woman sometimes took on more than she needed. He told me how strong my mother was, and how, if he let her, she would do everything on her own. It was a lesson that sometimes you had to take the lead in helping people, because they might never ask for help.
“Wow! You look nice!” my mom looked up the stairs as I made my way to her.
“I’m going to get Holly,” I said, still holding the phone to my ear.
“So, you were telling the truth,” Holly whispered into the receiver.
“I’ll see you later, Mom,” I leaned down and kissed my mother’s cheek before she could stop me.
“I think you owe me an apology,” I said into the phone, listening to Holly exhale as I returned my attention to her.
“I’ll make it up to you. I promise. I’ll see you when you get here,” she breathed into the phone, the allure of sex hanging on her every word.
“I love you.”
It just felt natural, to tell her at every single opportunity. As crazy as our love story was, it seemed like I could lose her at any moment, so I wanted her to hear my confession as often as possible.
“I love you too, Jude. Drive safe.”
I ended the call before walking through the packed house as the tuxedoed workers put the final touches on the party preparation. Everything looked perfect as I made my way out the front door, eager to get my girl.
The wind was cooler than usual, a winter chill in the air. I’d always loved the holidays, spending as much time with my family as possible. While some kids rushed to spend time with friends before creating their own traditions, I was always keen to return home and celebrate the holidays with my family rather than hanging out.
Holly’s neighborhood was lit up, as most houses on her block lined their homes in Christmas lights. One home even had a full Nativity scene displayed.
Before I could press the doorbell, the front door flew open as Holly posed before bashfully breaking out in giggles. In a strapless burgundy form-fitting dress, she oozed sex appeal in the classiest way. Her hair was pulled back, drawing even more attention to her beautiful face. Her curves shaped the dress perfectly, and I found my hands clenching with a desire to feel the fabric beneath my fingertips.
“Wow!” I stood in awe, looking her up and down.
“You don’t look so bad yourself,” she whispered before planting a big kiss on my lips.
“Holly, be careful. I’m ten seconds from calling this whole thing off and dragging you back in this house,” I warned her, my cock already reacting.
“No! No way,” she stepped around me as if I were a wild animal. “My parents have Chris, and I need a night out,” she claimed. I watched with a chuckle as she carefully locked her front door before leading me down the stairs. Rushing to beat her, I opened Holly’s car door before helping her inside.
“That’s nice your mom kept Chris for the night,” I mentioned as I settled into my seat.
“Oh yeah, I think she feels guilty about everything. I don’t know,” she sighed, and I regretted bringing it up.
“We don’t have to talk about it,” I assured her.
“No, it’s fine. I wanted to ask you – did you speak to your mom?”
“No,” I answered before adding, “I thought about it, but it just seemed like it would only open old wounds.”
“Hmm,” she hummed.
“You believe it could not be true?”
I’d never asked her before, assuming she would believe her family over mine. It meant a lot to me to know that she trusted my family without question. When I told Holly I didn’t know about my family having any involvement, she forgave me immediately, and that meant the world to me.
“Of course I believe you that you didn’t know,” she turned to face me, her hand reaching across the center console to find mine.
Our fingers clasped together as we rode the rest of the way in silence. It was a beautiful night, the city lit up for the holidays, and I had the most amazing woman in the world as my date. Things felt pretty incredible, and I was certain the night would only get better as we arrived at my family home, the atmosphere already buzzing as the guests arrived.
“Are you ready for this?” I asked Holly before we left the car.
“I think so,” she smiled, kissing me softly.
Hand in hand, we walked into the party, moving from one group to the other. My mom had arranged every detail you could imagine. A DJ played the best Christmas songs, keeping everyone on their toes as the waiters walked through with a variety of dishes.