by R. C. Martin
As I enter, I find both dad and Jude focused on the television, neither of them speaking. While they are oddly quiet, I don’t sense any tension in the room, so I chalk it up to male bonding.
“Are you guys okay in here? Do you want anything to drink?”
“I’m fine, honey,” answers my dad.
Judah replies with a shake of his head, his eyes conveying a question of their own. I smile at him, assuring him that I’m doing all right before I take the spot beside him on the couch—careful to leave a couple of inches between us. I focus my attention on the game, ignoring the heat of Judah’s body.
I don’t know much about football, only a few basic rules I’ve picked up over the years whenever I’ve been in the room with dad during a game. Usually, I find it rather boring; but as I sit with my guys, listening to them exchange a word or two every few minutes, I decide it’s not so bad today. It isn’t until dad says something that makes Judah laugh that my grip on my sexual longing slips from my grasp, once again.
His deep voice resonates through my entire body, and my core clenches at the sound. I’ve never been so aware of all my senses before. I feel so incredibly sensitive and embarrassingly aroused. In an effort to find even a semblance of relief, I break my rule, scooting closer to Judah until I’m flush against his side. He lifts his arm and drapes it over my shoulders, and I rest my hand on his leg. It’s subtle, but with my dad in the room, I know it’ll have to do.
“I thought you said no touching?” Jude whispers.
My fingers grip a fist full of his khakis, the feel of his breath against my ear making me wet. I don’t respond, not trusting my voice for a second. I’m desperate with want, and I’m wondering how much longer I’ll be able to last—then Judah speaks again.
“I actually need to make a phone call,” he says, as if speaking to my father. “Is there someplace private I might be able to do that?”
“Yeah!” I reply, with more excitement than is necessary. I chance a look at my dad and then look to Judah, who smirks at me knowingly. “You can use my old room. I’ll show you where it is.”
Ever the gentleman, Judah excuses himself politely while I practically bolt out of the room. He follows me as I lead him upstairs, and when we reach the landing, I’m almost panting. He grabs a handful of my ass, and I whimper, spinning to collide with his chest.
“Judah, I need you.”
“Yes, sweetheart, I know. Which room?”
I lead him down the hallway and into my old room. He closes us inside and takes a quick look around, but I’m too turned on to worry about what he’s thinking. His eyes aren’t away from me for long, and then he’s kissing me—one arm holding me against him tightly, the other gripping the back of my neck. I grab two fistfuls of his sweater at his sides, pushing myself up on my tiptoes as I thrust my tongue hungrily into his mouth. He moans and I try pulling him tighter, needing him closer.
“Fuck, Teddy,” he growls, pulling his lips from mine. “We can’t be up here long.” I nod, knowing that he’s right. He presses one last solid kiss against my mouth before he demands,” I want you naked from the waist down. Now.”
I pull away from him, quick to do as he says. I’m sure I’ve never undressed faster in my life. With my boots, my leggings, and my panties in a heap on the floor, I look to him for further instruction.
“Lie down, sweetheart. Spread your legs and show me that pussy.”
I back my way to the bed as he unfastens his belt. While I position myself appropriately, I watch as he folds the leather accessory before bringing it to my mouth.
“Bite down on this. No screaming, do you understand?”
I offer him another nod, opening my mouth wide, giving him the space to insert the belt. I bite down hard as he drops to his knees, his hands pressing on my thighs to spread me even wider. He blows on my slick center, making me shudder, and then he flattens his tongue against me, licking from my entrance to my clit. My eyes roll back and I grip the blanket beneath me fiercely, trying desperately not to make a sound.
“You are delicious, Theodora,” her mutters before burying his tongue inside of me.
I bite down on the belt even harder, my eyes welling up with tears. He feels so good, and it’s taking everything I am not to moan in ecstasy. When he sucks on my clit, my orgasm starts to bud deep within me. It feels so warm and tingly, and I welcome it. Then he sinks two fingers inside of me, and my groan cannot be silenced. It makes me want his dick, but I know I have to be patient. I have to control my hunger. I have to trust that he’ll give me everything that I need in the right time. He’s never disappointed me before, and I’m sure he won’t start now.
“Who’s my greedy girl, hmm?” he hums, looking up at me from between my legs. I look back at him, whining unabashedly. I am greedy for him, and I’m too in love to be ashamed. “Come for me, sweetheart,” he murmurs, sucking on my clit once more.
With his fingers and his tongue working in tandem, it’s only seconds before my orgasm blooms, pleasure overwhelming me as my core clenches his fingers, my ass tightening around my toy. I throw my head back, arching my back as I try to stifle the scream that’s in my throat.
I manage—barely—and then I’m breathless when I begin to relax. Judah stands, sucking my arousal from his fingers, and I know already that surviving the rest of the day is going to be a challenge.
“Get dressed. Head back down. I’ll follow in ten minutes.”
I’m quick to obey, handing him his belt before slipping into my panties. I can feel his eyes on me as I wiggle into my leggings, then hop into my boots. I straighten out my sweater dress and then run my fingers through my hair before facing him.
“Do I look all right?”
He reaches for me, tracing his thumb over my warm cheek. “You look exceptional.”
I smile up at him, closing the distance between us before tilting my head back and puckering my lips. He responds with a quick kiss and then swats at my ass.
“Go.”
I hurry for the door and look back as I step into the hallway. “Thank you,” I whisper. I don’t wait for him to respond before I close the door and hurry back downstairs.
Before I enter the living room, I take a few deep breaths, knowing I need to cool down a bit. When I finally enter, I’m surprised to see mom and Harper have joined dad. I guess that means everything is prepared, and now we’re just waiting for it to cook.
I take the open spot next to Harper, casually informing everyone that Judah should be back in a few minutes, and then shift my attention to the TV.
“Sorry about earlier,” Harper says softly into my ear.
I turn and offer her a smile, understanding that her attitude was simply a byproduct of Ben’s absence.
“It’s okay.”
“So, I went digging through your purse for chapstick a little bit ago.”
My eyes grow wide in shock and she grins at me in response.
“Do I want to know why there’s a bottle of lubricant in your purse, Teddy Bear?”
I open my mouth to speak, and then narrow my eyes at her—wondering if her apology from a moment ago was really sincere, or just her way of softening me up to pump me for information. I conclude, knowing Harper, that it was probably a little of both.
“I’m sure you’d love to know, Harp, but I’m not going to tell you.” She frowns at me, but I only offer her a shrug and pretend that football interests me far more than her chosen topic of conversation.
“Bitch,” she mumbles.
“Skank.”
“Hussy.”
“Whore.”
“I hate you,” she laughs.
“Keep telling yourself that.”
The orgasm Jude was kind enough to give me at my parents’ house was enough to curb my sexual appetite until after dinner. By the time we were in the car, headed for our evening with my friends, I was squirming again. Except this time, no matter how much I begged, Jude insisted that I had to wait. His tone was nonnegotiable, and it both
aggravated and thrilled me.
We spent two hours at Andy and Carrie’s. Had I gone alone, I’m sure I would have stayed until midnight—sipping wine, laughing, and eating too much dessert. However, I wasn’t alone this year; furthermore, after my second glass of wine, my hands began misbehaving. At nine o’clock, I thought it best to bid my friends farewell. They protested, of course, but I told them that I’d made Judah do what I wanted all day—now, it was his turn.
That last bit was probably delivered with more innuendo than was appropriate, but they didn’t seem to mind. Anyway, it couldn’t be helped. Tipsy and turned on to the highest degree, I can’t be held responsible for anything that comes out of my mouth. Or, apparently, what I do with my body.
Judah barely gets his Land Rover into the garage before my seatbelt is unbuckled and I’m crawling over the center console to straddle his lap. He grunts and then chuckles as I grind down against him, my lips seeking the warm skin of his neck. I barely notice when he kills the engine and shuts the garage door, too concerned with the bulge in his pants. I rub myself against it again, sighing in relief as I graze my clit through the fabric that separates us.
“Judah—do you have any idea how sexy you are?” I ask, chest heaving as I reach down to unfasten his belt. “I swear, I thought I’d come watching you eat pecan pie.”
“Sweetheart—do you have any idea how sexy you are right now?” He sinks his hands in my hair as I unbutton his khakis. He then curls his fingers and tugs on my locks just as my hand wraps around his hard cock. I gasp, my eyes finding his in an instant. “Fuck—I’ve wanted inside your pussy all day.”
I whimper, squeezing him in my hand, and he bucks his hips in response.
“Don’t make me wait. Please—take me now,” I beg.
He lets go of my hair, reaching under my sweater for my leggings. At first, I think he’s going to pull them down, but then I hear it as they are ripped open. I gasp and then moan as he shreds my panties, too. I don’t even care. I love it that he’s just as desperate for me as I am for him.
“Swallow me up, sweetheart.”
I lift up just enough to line his dick up with my entrance, then I ease down over him, groaning as he fills me. I’ve never felt so full, so complete, and so happy.
“Oh, shit—yes,” I breathe, throwing my head back as I rise and fall over his hard length.
“God, you’re so tight,” he mutters, his hands gripping my ass as he helps guide me.
His car is soon filled with the sound of my abundant arousal and our heavy breaths. It’s hot as hell, the windows fogging up from all the heat that’s passing between us, and I love every bit of it.
“You feel so good, Jude,” I murmur, bringing my lips to his. “I love you so much.”
He hums a sigh before sweeping his tongue through my mouth, and I melt against him—wishing I wasn’t wearing so many clothes. He slides his hands up my back, underneath my sweater, holding me tighter as he kisses me. My hips don’t stop moving. I’m so close—so—
“Jude,” I gasp, pulling my mouth from his. “I’m going to come. Can I come?”
“Yes, sweetheart. Drench my dick, Teddy.”
His words are my undoing, and as I bury my face in his neck, I cry out—my orgasm wracking my body. He pulls out of me, my core still clenched as my climax takes its course, and I’m overwhelmed by the heady scent of my release, which now fills the car.
He pulls my hair until we’re face to face, and then he kisses me once more. It’s sloppy, needy, and perfect. I moan when he bites down on my lip, his free hand kneading one of my breasts.
“You’ve had your way,” he speaks softly, running his nose along mine. “Now I will have my way.”
I squeal and then giggle as he grips my ass tightly before climbing out of the driver’s seat. I lock my legs behind his back, clinging to him fiercely. Even though I’m just seconds post orgasm, I’m still incredibly turned on, and I can hardly wait for whatever he has in store for me. I’m his, completely, and I’m ready for him to do anything he wants—anything at all.
He carries me to the bedroom and lays me down on the bed. He then strips me of my boots and the scraps of fabric that used to be my leggings and my panties. As he eases them down my legs, he peppers kisses across the skin of my inner thighs. When my ankles are free, he spreads my legs wide and runs his tongue up my slit. Still sensitive from a minute ago, I whimper and squirm. He bites my thigh and then looks up at me.
“Don’t move.”
I try to relax, willing my body to be compliant; but when he licks me again, I arch my back with a gasp.
“Theodora,” he murmurs in warning.
“I’m sorry,” I breathe, sealing my eyes shut tight.
He licks me once more, and this time, I don’t move a muscle. He presses a kiss over my clit, as if rewarding me for my obedience, and then proceeds to rid my body of the rest of my clothes.
As he drops my sweater to the floor, he reaches for the hem of his own. I watch in rapt anticipation, my breathing growing more and more shallow as he slowly unbuttons the collared shirt he wears beneath. I pull my lip between my teeth when he reaches behind his head, grabbing the top of his undershirt before ripping it off of his shoulders. He looks down at me, his eyes hooded with lust as he toes his way out of his shoes. All I can think about is how much I want him inside of me while my hands roam over his sculpted chest, my fingers feeling the fine, dark hairs across his pecs.
When he drops his pants, along with his boxer briefs, I’m excited that my wait has come to an end. Except, he doesn’t come near me. He strokes his dick a couple times, making me whimper, and then he turns and walks away from me.
“Jude!” I sigh in protest.
I stare up at the ceiling, listening closely and hearing nothing until he makes his way back to me—a bottle of lube in one hand, and a condom in the other. I furrow my brow in confusion, as we haven’t used a condom in months, but he’s quick to clarify.
“I’m going to fuck your ass, Teddy.”
All the air in my lungs rushes out of me before I offer him a silent nod. I then watch as he sheathes himself before kneeling between my legs once more. He carefully extracts the plug I’ve been wearing all day, and I’m surprised by how empty I feel without it. I soon forget, as he crawls on top of me and crushes his mouth against mine.
He kisses me long and hard, rubbing his hard length over my clit all the while. I run my hands up his chest then down his sides and up his back, trailing my nails over his skin. I’m a little nervous about what comes next, but with every stroke of his dick, it’s as if he’s reminding me that he’s always promised me pleasure—he won’t hurt me. He would never hurt me.
He pulls his lips from mine, kissing me down my neck before latching onto one of my nipples. My fingers sink into his thick, dark hair, my only thought how much I love the way he worships my body. When he pulls away, he reaches for the lube, squirting a bit in his hand. He rubs it over himself before massaging some over my back entrance. As his fingers touch me gently, he closes his lips around my opposite nipple, showing just as much attention to the right as he did the left.
Finally, he pulls away and grabs the back of both of my knees, pushing my legs up the bed as he bends me in half. The head of his cock grazes my asshole a couple times before he begins to ease himself in. My hands grip his forearms as I breathe in a shuddered breath. It’s all I can manage as I tense up around him. He’s bigger than the toy, and he doesn’t feel the same.
“Breathe, sweetheart—relax. Let me in, sweetheart—let me in.”
“I—I—I,” I stutter, unable to find my words.
“It’s okay,” he assures me, stretching my right leg up, balancing my ankle over his shoulder. He then moves his hand over my center, stroking my nub with his thumb. “Relax, Teddy. Breathe.”
I nod, blowing out a deep breath as I concentrate on his thumb. As I begin to relax, he starts pumping in and out of me with is cock. He groans, and it’s the deepest I’ve ever
heard his voice before. It turns me on even more. Soon, I begin to enjoy the feel of him inside of me. When he pushes two fingers into my center, my mouth falls open. I try to moan, but my voice gets caught in my throat at the sight of my gorgeous man’s face.
He’s looking at me like he’s never looked at me before. I stare up at him, wishing to remain under his possessive gaze forever. Right here, right now, I feel as though I’ve given him everything—and I don’t regret it. Not for a single second. He deserves to have it all—my gorgeous, mysterious, sweet gentleman.
As I stare down at my shy girl, I know that I’ve never belonged to a woman the way I belong to her. I can’t explain it, and I don’t care to—it needs no definition. What matters is the way her possession of me intensifies my possession of her. Hers is not the first ass I’ve taken, but it’s never felt this good—it’s never felt this intimate and sacred. She’s mine. She’s fucking mine.
I ride her nice and easy. I’ll never give her more than she can handle, and tonight, this’ll do. As I curl my fingers inside of her, her body tells me everything I need to know. She’s drenched, her sweet cunt dripping in arousal. My shy girl likes it dirty—just like me. Fuck—she feels so good.
Her fingers tighten around my wrist as she moans. I can tell she’s getting close, which is all right with me. Her ass has got my cock on lock down, and the second she comes, I know I won’t be able to hold back.
“Judah,” she murmurs, her nails digging into my skin.
“Come for me, sweetheart.”
Her forehead scrunches as she frees a loud groan, her pussy clamping down around my fingers as I massage her clit with my thumb. Her ass constricts as well, pulling forth my own release. I utter a grunt, pumping in and out of her forcefully as I ride out my orgasm. When I go still, all I want to do is kiss her.
I ease my way out and remove the condom, knotting it and discarding it on the floor before I stretch out on my side. I roll her towards me—my beautiful, shy girl—and kiss her slowly. She cups her hands around my face, returning my affection, and I slide my hand over her backside, gripping her ass fondly.