Desperate Valentine (St. Valentines)

4. Chapter 4

Chapter 4

A s soon as we walk in, I gasp. Everything is so—perfect.

“Holy shit,” I whisper as I gaze around the room.

“It looks better on the inside than it does on the outside.” He grins, slowly taking his jacket off and hanging it up on the wall.

“It’s stunning…” I focus in on the island in the kitchen. It’s clearly hand-crafted and is like nothing I’ve ever laid eyes on before.

It must have taken months to make it.

“I can show you to the guest room,” he says, pointing toward the hallway to our right.

I nod my head, a little disappointed that he wants me distanced already. I’m sure offering him money didn’t help. Men don’t like to seem desperate.

None of us do, really.

We walk down a hallway and he shows me the bathroom which is directly across from the guest room. “Make yourself comfortable. I have extra blankets if you think you’ll be cold,” he says, allowing me to walk into the room ahead of him.

“I think this is fine. It’s actually quite cozy in here.” I place my bag on the bed and sit down to test out the comfort.

“The remote to the T.V is in the drawer. Help yourself to anything in the kitchen. I’m gonna hit the shower and wind down for the night.” With that, he turns and walks out of the room, leaving me alone with my less-than-appropriate thoughts about what he might look like completely naked with water running over his delectable body.

Once I’m settled under the covers, I toss and turn to find the right position to sleep, but I’m restless. Only one way to fix that.

I slide one hand under my panties, moaning when my finger grazes over my sensitive clit. I start to imagine what it would be like to have Jude’s hands all over me. Judging by his arrogant attitude, I’ll bet he fucks like an animal.

That’s exactly what I need right now, but there’s no fucking way I’m making the first move. I don’t handle rejection very well.

The more I picture him, the faster I circle my finger around my clit, bringing myself so close to an orgasm that I almost feel guilty for it. We just met and here I am, getting myself off in his guest room to the thoughts of having him all over me.

It’s not like he’ll find out.

Just another dirty little secret I get to keep.

I keep a steady rhythm, squeezing my breast at the same time to heighten the pleasure. Just as I’m about to let go and allow myself to cum, I hear something right outside the door, quickly followed by a slight knock and a click of the door handle.

“Shit! Hold on a sec—”

If only he had listened. Instead, he walks right in holding a folded blanket.

He stops right at the end of the bed, grinning as he tosses the blanket down.

“Ever heard of knocking?” I remark as he stands there staring down at me.

“Did I interrupt something?” he chuckles.

“Why would you just walk right in?!”

“Oh! So I did interrupt something…” He steps to the side of the bed and sits down on the edge, still staring straight at my blushing cheeks, the sheen of sweat covering my forehead and torso. Can he see my pulse racing, chest rising and falling with both the panic and the desperate need to fall apart? Seeing him there, in front of me, studying me, only adds to the desire that I already had for him.

“As a matter of fact, you did.”

After a few moments of us staring each other down, his eyes shift down over my body.

“Can you not?”

“Am I making you feel uncomfortable?” he teases.

“Let’s see… You barged right in here and now you’re sitting on the edge of my bed, staring me down like I’m your next fucking meal. It’s a little uncomfortable—yes.”

“You didn’t get to finish, did you?” He laughs, clearly quite proud of himself.

“You’re an asshole. Maybe I should just find a way back to the dorms so I can actually get some sleep.” I turn away, ignoring his obstinate grin as I reach for my phone on the nightstand.

The very second I start scrolling through my contacts, he grabs my phone and sets it down beside him out of my reach.

“Give me my phone!” I sit up, forgetting that my tank top doesn’t leave much to the imagination. I snatch the hem back down to cover up, pretending to ignore the way his eyes flit lower, his heated gaze leaving trails of fire across my exposed skin.

“You’re not going anywhere. It’s late and I don’t want people to know where I live.”

“Then I’ll fucking walk partway. I’m not staying here with you . Give me my fucking phone, Jude!”

“That mouth of yours… you’re such a firecracker, Veronica.”

“Is this your attempt to scare me or something? I’m not scared of you.” I pull the blanket back and swing my legs over the edge of the bed in an attempt to leave. But the second my feet hit the floor, his hand is on my thigh, squeezing so hard it actually hurts.

“You’re not leaving,” he says, slowly loosening his grip.

“What the fuck do you want then?!” I grit out through clenched teeth.

“I think you already know the answer to that, little leopard.”

“Stop calling me pet names!” I huff.

“Who were you thinking about?”

“What? When?”

“When you were touching yourself—who were you thinking about?”

Motherfucker .

“Why would that even matter?” I ask, avoiding eye contact with him by staring at the wall.

“Answer the question.”

“No.”

“It’s a simple question, Veronica.”

Why the hell is this whole encounter turning me on?

“Fine. If you really wanna know. I was thinking about you. There—I fucking said it.”

“There it is. I kinda figured by the way your face looked when I walked in.”

“Can I go to sleep now?” I ask, gazing down at his hand that’s still resting on my upper thigh.

“I don’t think you’re tired just yet.” As soon as the words leave his mouth, his hand slowly slides up my thigh so that his fingers are grazing dangerously close to my pussy.

“Jude… please…”

“Are you begging me to stop?” His voice is husky, the words sending a shiver through me as his hands move higher, until he’s slowly running his fingers over my soaked panties.

“I—”

He shifts his weight so he’s leaning into me. “Fuuuckkk, you were close, weren’t you?” He moans as he lifts his hand and slips it under my panties.

I let out a soft moan in return as he slips two fingers just barely inside me.

“Lie back,” he whispers.

I obey and shuffle down until my back is flat on the bed.

I should stop him.

But I can’t.

Next thing I know, my panties are being ripped off and his mouth is just inches from my pussy.

Still, I can’t stop him.

I watch him intently as he licks his lips, his eyes fastened on me as he lowers his mouth onto my clit. As he starts to lightly suck, my entire body is overcome with so much euphoria, I reach down and grip his hair, trying to pull him away from me.

“Do I have to restrain you, little leopard?”

Again with the fucking pet name.

“Please—I can’t—”

“You can.” He starts kissing the inside of my thighs, working his way up until his mouth finds my pussy again.

“Oh. My. God!” I squeal as he licks from my ass to my pussy and back again.

“I could feast on you all fucking night.” He moans, tapping my clit with his fingertips. “Do you think you could handle me playing with this pussy all night, Veronica?”

I gasp, pushing my hips upward so his fingers sink deeper inside me. I don’t know how much longer I can take this. I want him inside me.

Suddenly, he stops and lowers his pants, revealing the pulsing length of his cock. I pretty much predicted what it would look like judging by the outline I already had the pleasure of seeing.

“Roll over for me, beautiful.”

Of course, I listen right away and roll over onto my stomach.

“Ah—so she does listen sometimes,” Jude says, before slapping my ass so hard it brings tears to my eyes.

I’m sure that’ll leave a nice bruise.

“You have one hell of an ass, little leopard.”

“Thank you?” I laugh, flipping my head around so I can see what he’s doing.

He straddles me from behind, his legs on either side of my ass as I suddenly feel the tip of his cock slide between my legs.

“Holy f-fuck, woman,” he growls, gripping my ass with his hands as he slowly guides his cock inside me.

Tears form in my eyes as he pushes into me deeper, a dull pain rushing through me before it quickly turns to pleasure.

“If your pussy keeps gripping my cock like that, I’ll have to keep you all to myself.” He runs one hand up my spine and grips the back of my hair.

Boastful moans escape my lips as he quickens the pace, slamming into me so hard my body jolts forward over and over.

“Funny, you don’t have much to say while my cock is buried deep inside you.” He thrusts into me, holding the position as I gasp.

“Jude!” I cry out, as soon as I manage to catch my breath.

“Say it again. Louder.”

“Jude! I need to—”

“Are you begging me to make you cum?” he says, letting go of my hair so he can wrap his hands around the sides of my neck.

“Y-yes.”

“Not convincing. Try again.”

What the hell is this?

“Just fuck me!” I try to move my hips to relieve the ache but it’s no use.

Just when I think this couldn’t get any better, he squeezes the sides of my neck, depriving me of oxygen before he lets go and pulls out of me, just to slam his cock back in full force.

“Fuck!” I bellow out, knowing damn well that if he had neighbors, they would have heard me for sure.

“Cum for me. Drench my cock, you little slut.” He reaches under me and finds my clit, rubbing it with the perfect amount of pressure.

The sound of flesh on flesh echoes off the walls around us, which has my orgasm peaking faster than I expected. I let go, allowing myself to completely lose control while he still keeps a steady rhythm inside me.

“Fuck, yeah, good fucking girl. I told you you could take it.” He slows his movements, clearly enjoying the way my pussy constricts around him.

“I—”

“You what? Come on, my little chatterbox, tell me what you need.”

“I want you to c-cum in my m-mouth.”

“That’s what I wanna hear.” He pulls out of me, slapping my ass before flipping me over and wrapping his hand around my throat.

I open my mouth, keeping my eyes held on his as he lines his cock up to my mouth and pushes past my lips. I can taste myself on him which has my clit throbbing all over again.

I gag when he hits the back of my throat, but it doesn’t stop him from sliding in further. The second he cums, I swallow every last drop while his deep moans encourage me.

“Fucking hell, that was beautiful,” he says, pulling out of my mouth and lightly tapping my cheek.

“That was—holy fuck,” I manage to breathe out.

“Aren’t you glad I invited myself in?” He laughs, lying down on the bed beside me.

I turn over to face him, resting my head on my hand as he gazes into my eyes.

“Well… now I am. You kinda pissed me off though with your questions.” I laugh. “I guess I’m not the only one who talks too much.”

“Watch that tone. I can get hard again in no time.”

“Oooh, is that a threat?” I tease, rolling my eyes, allowing the brat inside me one more dig .

“Keep it up and it’ll be a promise.”