Fool For You (Made for Love Book 4)

by R. C. Martin

  Fuck. I’m so fucking fucked!

  “Teddy,” I groan, bringing my lips to hers as I continue to rock my hips slowly. “Teddy, you feel so good.”

  She doesn’t respond with words. Instead, she cups her hands around my face and kisses me passionately. I return her affection, wishing only to deliver her the pleasure she yearns for. When she pulls away from me with a gasp, her eyes seeking mine, I can’t help the small smile that spreads across my face.

  “You good, sweetheart?”

  “Yeah,” she breathes with a nod, her hands roaming over my chest. She squirms beneath me and I can tell her movements are unsure, her body asking for more. “I feel better—Judah—” She scrunches her brow, her mouth falling open in the perfect O, and she’s both incredibly adorable and unbearably sexy all at once. “You feel good, too. Oh, god—Jude!”

  I dip down and close my mouth around hers, twisting our tongues together, savoring her every move, her every touch. I pull her lip between my teeth and suck, sliding my hand up her side and around her breast. She moans when I bite her, and I thrust into her a little harder. I’m aware of nothing but the feel of her body and the sound of her voice. I care nothing for the time or place in which we reside. I’m so lost in my woman, she’s all I see—she’s all I know.

  When I feel my balls start to tighten, I know it’s time to make her come once more. I slide a hand down between us, pressing my thumb against her clit as I begin to rub her bud in slow circles. She’s still so fucking wet, and I claim the extent of her desire as the greatest motherfucking victory I’ve ever had.

  “Jude—shit, I think I’m going to come again.” She arches her back off of the bed, her fingers in my hair tightening their grip as her breathing grows more rapid. “I can’t stop it, Judah—I can’t!”

  “Let yourself go, Teddy,” I murmur, my lips pressed to her ear. I nibble on her lobe, increasing my pace, my dick ready for a release and desperate for hers. “Come all over my cock, sweetheart. Come,” I whisper.

  “I’m coming—I’m—Judah!”

  Her pussy clenches as her orgasm rocks her entire body. My own climax hits me hard, pleasure racing up my spine as a great sense of relief floods every inch of me. I roar, pumping in and out of her until I feel my dick start to go soft. As I begin to relax, I don’t pull out right away. I press my forehead against hers, enjoying the feel of her fingers at the nape of my neck. We’re both covered in a thin layer of sweat, and all I can think about is how much I want to do that again.

  “Was—was that okay?” she stutters airily.

  I pull away, just enough for her to be able to look into my eyes, and I shake my head at her, staring down at her in disbelief. I don’t remember the last time I took a woman so slow—and I swear to God, I’ve never wanted to take my time as much as I just did. I won’t for a single second deny that I’m still hungry for more—that I still have every intention of breaking my shy girl in the most blissful ways—but what we just shared…

  “You’re amazing, Theodora. That was fucking incredible.”

  My heart swells at his words, and when he brings his lips to mine, I’m so overwhelmed with love, I feel as though I might burst. He lingers, his kiss long and languorous, and I never want to let him go. I want to stay just like this, with him inside of me. It definitely stung at first, but now it feels right. It feels good. I feel whole and beautiful and desired.

  When he finally pulls away from me, pulling out of me, I inadvertently tighten my grip around him. He chuckles, kissing my cheek before he extracts himself from my arms.

  “I’ll be back, sweetheart. I’ve got to deal with the condom. Don’t move.” He climbs out of bed and I watch him go—his hard, sculpted, tall body making my stomach flutter. As soon as he’s out of sight, I look down at myself. I feel slightly awkward, lying in his bed, completely exposed. I know what we just did should wipe away any need for modesty at this point, but I can’t stifle the urge I feel to cover up.

  I sit up, with every intention of tucking myself between the sheets, and then I see the mess we made on his gorgeous green duvet. I cringe, sure that we’ve probably ruined it, and then cover my face when I hear him making his way back into the room.

  “I thought I told you not to move.”

  Peeking at him from over my hands, I lose my words. “I…” I’m not sure what to say, and I’m too mortified to explain what I’m thinking, so I just sit—staring at him like an idiot.

  “Teddy?”

  “Um—I—I’m sorry about, well, that,” I finally manage, nodding toward our mess. “I wasn’t really thinking about—”

  He bursts into laughter, completely interrupting my train of thought. I stare at him in confusion, wondering exactly what he finds so funny.

  “Sweetheart—I’m sure as fuck not worried about the damn duvet. I’ll get it dry cleaned.” His grin is still plastered on his face as he props himself up on his fists, one on each side of me. He presses his forehead against mine before he says, “But as long as it needs to go to the cleaners—we might as well go ahead and get it good and dirty.”

  “Jude!” I protest feebly. There isn’t even a hint of conviction in my tone; it’s impossible with his teeth grazing over my shoulder before he licks and kisses me.

  “I’m not done with you yet, Teddy,” he insists, wrapping his arm around my waist before lifting me and tossing me in the middle of the bed, as if I am his play thing. “Our night has just begun.”

  I giggle when he nibbles at my neck, the feel of his warm, heavy, naked body hovering over mine stirring my desire. I’m surprised by the longing I feel after the two orgasms he just gave me, but I can’t deny how much he turns me on. As he licks around my hardened nipple, I realize that his play thing is exactly what I am—and I’m more than happy to live up to the title.

  I hope he plays with me as much and as often as he likes.

  I wake the next morning with a groan. My whole body aches. When I try to move, I contemplate whether or not staying in bed a while longer is the best idea. Then I realize I’m in bed alone. It’s certainly no surprise, for I know my early riser was surely up with the sun; but now that I’m awake, the only place I want to be is near him.

  As soon as I’m on my feet, I remember that my bag full of overnight things is still in the hallway, and my clothes from last night are scattered all over Jude’s house. I spot his discarded dress shirt still on the floor and I snatch it up, draping it over my body. It swallows me whole, but I adore the way it smells—like the man I love. I roll the sleeves until they are up around my elbows, and then I button from just above my breasts until the very bottom.

  After I’m sufficiently covered, I go searching for my bag. I find it exactly where I left it, and I bring it back into the bedroom with me, digging for my toothbrush and a hair tie. I’m sure that I smell like sex—a concept I didn’t completely understand until last night—but I’m too anxious to get upstairs to shower right now. I brush my teeth and then pull my messy locks into a high ponytail before I go searching for my guy.

  Last night, before our first time, it was nearly impossible for me to shake my nerves. But as the evening dissipated into the wee hours of the morning, he chased away my fear and anxiety. He made me feel amazing. While I still think that my body is inferior to his, I know that he desires me, and that’s all that matters. Now, as I ascend the stairs, I hope and pray that sleep hasn’t changed anything between us.

  He’s sitting on the far side of the room, his bare back to me from where he resides at his dining room table. As I make my way toward him, the late morning sun shining down on him through the large window, I wish I had my camera. The man is definitely one of the most photogenic people I know—but in the morning, when he’s awake, doing whatever it is that he does in the hours that normal people sleep, he’s even more captivating. Especially when he’s not wearing a shirt.

  I manage to sneak up behind him without him noticing, and I stand at his back, running my hands down his chest as I fold myself
around him. I see that he’s reading the morning paper on his tablet, a cup of coffee all but finished in front of him.

  “Good morning, Teddy.”

  “Good morning, Judah.” He turns his head to look at me and then presses a quick kiss to my lips before he says, “Come ‘ere.” He opens up his arm, signaling to me where I should go, and then he guides me down into his lap. He’s in a pair of fresh gym shorts, and he smells delectable, cluing me into the fact that he’s showered this morning.

  “Would you like some coffee?” he asks, circling his arm around the back of my waist.

  I wrap my arms around his shoulders, my need to be near him suddenly feeling more urgent now that I’m with him. “I will in a few minutes,” I reply. “Will you make me a cappuccino?”

  “Yes,” he answers simply.

  “Okay.”

  “How are you feeling?”

  “A little sore, but I’m okay.”

  He nods and then surprises me when he reaches up and begins unfastening the shirt on my back. “I’ve been thinking.”

  He pauses, which makes me nervous, and continues to work his way down the line of buttons I secured mere minutes ago. I have no idea what he’s about to say, but I try and cling to the fact that his undressing me can’t be a bad thing. At least, I can’t imagine that it would be.

  “I won’t always be as tender as I was last night, Theodora. I am a generous lover, but I’m not a particularly gentle man.”

  His words make my stomach tingle, and my core clenches, curiosity awakening my body. When he’s freed the last button from its slit, he slides his big, warm hand against my flat stomach, his fingers curling around my side. His gaze holds mine as he feels his way up and around my breast. I part my lips, needing more air as my body begins to respond to him.

  “I intend to fuck you, sweetheart, as I promised I would—but it’s important that you trust me. I don’t want you to ever feel threatened. No matter how hard I take you, it is not my intention to hurt you.”

  “I know,” I manage, my voice airy and timid. “I trust you.”

  “Nevertheless, I want you to have a safe word.”

  “A safe word?” I ask, my brain trying to stay focused on what he’s saying as my body enjoys the sensation of him massaging my breast.

  “Yes. If you ever feel uncomfortable, you say the word, and I’ll know to stop.”

  “Okay.”

  I try and think of a word, but I don’t know which to pick. I’ve definitely never been asked to come up with one before, and I’m not sure that I’ll need it now—not with Jude. I trust him wholeheartedly, but I want to respect his wishes regardless. Only, when the hand around my waist reaches up for the collar of his shirt and he begins to peel the fabric over my shoulders and down my back, I find it incredibly hard to focus. Then, as his lips press against my bare shoulder, I’m reminded of something.

  “What’s your middle name?”

  He pulls away, the expression on his face indecipherable as he answers. “Danyl. With a y,” he adds with a wink.

  “Well, Judah Danyl, with a y, I want that to be my word. Your name. Is that okay?”

  “Yes. Now take my shirt off. I want you naked.”

  I feel my cheeks warm, his command sending a rush through my body. Obediently, I pull away from him in order to slide his shirt off of my arms. Before the fabric touches the floor, his mouth is around my nipple. He sucks, hard, and then pinches me between his teeth. I sink my fingers into his hair, still cool and a little damp from his shower. I know if I don’t hang onto something, I’m likely to squirm right out of his lap.

  “Been dreaming of this pussy all morning, sweetheart,” he mumbles, his lips kissing a trail from one breast to another as he dips his hand between my legs.

  My soreness from last night doesn’t stop me from spreading open for him. I’m wet for him already, and the promise of his touch is too tempting to deny. In spite of our previous conversation, his fingers graze me lightly, his coaxing touch sweet. When he removes his hand, I’m disappointed. I then watch as he reaches into the pocket of his gym shorts, pulling out a condom. I lift an amused eyebrow at him and he smirks at me.

  “You better believe I will have a condom with me at all times from here on out, Miss Fitzpatrick. I will have you when I want—where I want. And I want you right now.”

  He captures my lips in a fierce kiss, making me moan into his mouth. He stands, taking me with him before setting me on my feet. He grips my hips, positioning me so that my back is to him.

  “Hands on the table.”

  I do as he says, my naked body buzzing with anticipation. I’m not nervous because I know that whatever is coming will feel incredible—Judah always makes me feel incredible—but I do feel uncertain as to what to expect. Last night was pretty basic—but this, this is different.

  I hear it when his shorts hit the floor and when he rips open the condom package. Then I feel his lips on my back as he kisses his way up my spine. He wraps his arms around my middle, one of his hands returning to where I want him most. He rubs slow circles around my clit, and I feel myself growing slick with arousal.

  “Are you ready for me, Teddy?” he whispers into my ear. “Do you want to feel my cock inside of you, sweetheart?”

  I press back against him, so completely turned on by the feel of his erection rubbing against my ass and his fingers playing with my sore center.

  “Yes,” I murmur, my voice barely loud enough to be heard by my own ears.

  “I can’t hear you. Does my shy girl want my cock?”

  “Yes, Judah,” I say louder. “Please!” I beg, my longing growing unmanageable as he teases me.

  He grunts, the sound unbelievably sexy, and then he eases his way into me, curving his large body around mine. It hurts just a little, my small opening still not used to all he has to offer, but I want nothing more than to please him, to enjoy him, to share in this moment with him. After a few gentle strokes, I feel no pain at all, completely lost in the pleasure of him rocking in and out of me.

  “Teddy?” he mutters before I feel a tug on my ponytail. I gasp, startled but not afraid as I follow his lead, arching my neck and back at his insistence. “Teddy?”

  “Hmm?” I hum, my eyes falling closed.

  “Remember what we talked about,” he warns me, his grip tightening in my hair.

  “I remember,” I breathe.

  “Good.”

  It’s the last word he says before he pulls almost all the way out of me, then he slams back inside. I cry out, but he doesn’t stop. Over and over he pounds into me. Faster and faster, he takes what he wants—what he needs. He pulls my ponytail again, and I arch back even further, causing him to hit me at a different angle. Suddenly, my grip on the table is not enough. I feel unbalanced, a glorious sensation sparking inside of me every time he hits a certain spot. I have no words, only the incoherent noises that keep falling from my lips—but I need more. I want more! I’m so desperate for it, I can hardly contain myself.

  “Jude—please!”

  He growls, his hold around my middle tightening. My feet are barely touching the ground anymore as he lifts me up, holding me closer, and I can feel it as my budding orgasm threatens to bloom.

  “I’m going to come. Judah, I’m going to—”

  “Wait! Not until I tell you to,” he grinds out.

  I suck in a breath, balling my hands into fists as I keep my eyes sealed shut tight. I don’t know if I can do as he says. I don’t know if I can hold on. He keeps hitting some insanely sensitive spot, and it feels too good.

  “Jude!” I whimper.

  “Not yet, Teddy.”

  “Oh, god!” I can’t do it. I just can’t. My orgasm ripples through me, making me tremble from head to toe. “I’m sorry—oh, shit! Jude!” I mewl, too overwhelmed by my pleasure to be embarrassed by the noises coming out of my mouth

  As I clamp down around him, I feel it as he twitches inside of me.

  “Fuck!” he roars, slamming into me�
��once, twice, three times.

  When he stills, he lets go of my hair, and I slump forward. My whole body feels boneless as I hang suspended by his arm. He wraps his other across my chest, pulling me back against him as he eases out of me and then sets me down on my feet. My hands are quick to latch onto his forearms, my silent insistence for him to not let me go.

  “I know,” he says, still short of breath. “I’ve got you.”

  I nod, still feeling the residual effects of my climax. I seriously had no idea that sex could get any better than what we did last night. But this—this was intense, and I loved it. I’m thinking a long soak in the tub is in order, but I don’t care how much my body aches—I would do that again in a heartbeat.

  “I’m sorry. I couldn’t wait,” I pant when I finally find my words. “You kept hitting this spot, and it just felt so good—I’m sorry.”

  He chuckles, the sound rumbling from his chest so that I can feel it at my back. He then presses a kiss on top of my head before he mumbles, “You don’t need to apologize. You’ll learn to wait. As for the aforementioned spot, I believe I found your g-spot, sweetheart.”

  “That’s a real thing?” I ask, a shy smile pulling at my lips. “I thought that was a myth or something.”

  “Looks like I disproved your myth,” he says, squeezing me closer. I giggle, in love with the feel of his strong, hot, bare body wrapped around mine. “Spend the day with me, Teddy.”

  For a moment, I’m speechless. He’s never asked me to spend the day with him before. He’s not spontaneous, my peculiar man, and most of the time, he fills his weekend with me and work—never mixing the two. I know that he occasionally spends time with Ben and his Aunt Eddalyn, too, but his Sundays are his. To be invited into his day—when, twenty-four hours ago, I was afraid of what our relationship would look like the dawn after our first time being truly intimate with one another—it fills me with an unbelievable amount of contentment and happiness.