23. Jude
23
jude
P ump the breaks. Patience is a virtue. Cool your fucking jets.
All things I was telling myself, while Romy gazed up at me with those gorgeous, smoky eyes. All things I silenced as her hand wrapped around her throat.
Loose strands from her braid fanned across the pillows I had laid out in the back of the truck. The sunset cast a golden glow on everything it touched, and Romy was no exception. After being outside over the past week, her creamy skin had bronzed.
Her lips parted on an exhale while her hand trailed from her neck, down between her breasts. Her chest rose. The hardened pebbles of her nipples cut through her thin tank top. My eyes followed her hand skimming gently down past her stomach until it reached the hem of her top. Her fingers dipping beneath the hem.
My lungs froze.
She fluttered her nails along her stomach, her top lifting to give me a glimpse of her toned stomach.
Fuck, she was incredible.
Romy unbuttoned her jeans, her eyes not leaving my face while she slowly unzipped her pants. Her fingertips brushed against the top of her lace underwear. Pink again. She looked so good in pink.
She released a shuddering breath as her hand lowered into her panties, her hips lifting to reach her touch.
I swallowed, wishing my view was unimpeded. But there was something about leaving it veiled, watching her hand stroke beneath the lace.
“Are you wet, honey?” I asked, my voice hoarse in my ears.
“So wet.”
“Show me.”
Like the good, obedient girl she was, she withdrew her hand, holding it up for me to inspect. Her cum glistened on her fingertips, and I could almost smell how sweet she was. I grabbed her wrist, bringing her hand to my mouth, sucking her wetness. It was like salted honey. The best fucking thing I ever tasted. I leaned over her to lay a soft kiss on her lips, our tongues slowly caressing while she tasted herself.
“Tell me how you use your fingers,” I murmured against her mouth. “Do you start with your perfect, wet pussy or circle that sensitive, little clit?”
“Both,” she whispered as I hummed in approval, watching again as her hand disappeared beneath her waistband.
Her hips bucked, her breaths starting to quicken as I observed her curling her hand, picturing a finger dipping inside.
“Are you going to come for me? Show me what you’ve been doing every night while I’m feet away from you in the next room?” It was killing me not to touch her, but it was so hot just watching her.
“ Jude ,” she panted. “Touch me.”
Anything. I’d do anything for this girl.
“Where do you want me to touch you?” I asked, lowering my head to nip at her perfect nipples through her tank top, making her yelp with pleasure.
“Anywhere. Everywhere,” she said breathlessly.
I turned her face to mine, kissing her slowly, my tongue stroking hers while she rocked against her hand. She moaned in my mouth.
I ran my fingers down her throat, feathering across her collarbone, caressing the curve of her breast. She arched into my hand.
I remembered how she responded to my thumb scraping across her nipple, so I traced the stiffened peak. She hissed between her teeth. My girl had sensitive tits.
“Don’t stop,” she whispered.
Watching down the slope of her breasts, over the dip of her belly, where her hand continued to circle her clit, I mirrored how she circled her hand with my forefinger on her nipple. It hardened beneath my fingertip, allowing me to pinch and roll it through the fabric with my fingers.
Her breathing continued to quicken as she increased the stroke of her hand, going from dipping inside to coasting back up to her clit, then back into her center.
“Tell me how close you are. Let me hear you.”
“Touch me,” she begged again. “I need more of you, Jude.”
“Tell me where to touch you, honey.”
She pulled her hand out of her panties, grabbing my hand away from her breast to replace hers with mine between her legs. “Here.”
She was soaked and slippery.
Feeling how wet she made herself, hearing her continue to moan while I started to circle her clit, made my cock leak.
“I’m so close,” she breathed, but her lips were tilted in a cute smile. “But I want more, Jude.”
“So much for going slow.”
She had a devilish glint in her eyes. “Not gentle, remember? I want to touch you. I want your cock in my mouth while I ride your hand.”
Fuck.
“Please, Jude.”
I groaned. “How can I say no when you ask so nicely.”
I withdrew my hand, getting up on my knees to unbuckle my belt. My cock was aching, straining to break free. Pulling down my pants and boxers, the evening air hit my already burning skin, the sensation causing my dick to twitch.
Romy’s breath hitched. “God, it’s bigger than I remember.”
I leaned down, brushing my lips across hers while I took my dick in my hand, giving it a couple long strokes. The muscles in my lower belly tightened and pulsed. I wasn’t going to last long.
She reached out a hand, replacing mine. Her thumb slipped over the tip, spreading my precum. With a mischievous grin, she sucked it off her finger. I just about lost it watching her puffy lips wrap around her thumb before she seized my cock. Her grip tightened as she ran her fist up and down my shaft, her thumb running along the tip to catch my cum. Her creamy skin looked so good contrasted against my tan skin.
“Fuck, Romy.”
“Shh,” she hushed, her hand still stroking. “If I’m going to put your cock in my mouth, you’re going to have to be quiet.”
I pinched my lips together, biting the inside of my cheeks. Fire was in her eyes, challenging me as she raised herself up on her elbow, bringing my dick to her mouth. She watched me while her tongue darted out, swirling around the head, running over the tip to swipe up the moisture.
I sucked in air through my teeth, determined not to groan aloud. Her hand tightened around the base while she ran her tongue down the underside of my cock until her lips surrounded the head, sucking it. I couldn’t wait any longer. I thrust into her mouth, her teeth lightly scraping across my tender flesh. Her cheeks hollowed out while her tongue continued to torture me, running up and down, again, again, and again.
“Keep looking at me, honey,” I demanded, her lashes fluttering up. I weaved my fingers through her hair, steadying her head.
I ran my hand along the inside of her thigh, skimming along the crevice where her hip joint met her pelvis, edging along the inside of her lacy underwear. She shuddered at the delicate sweep of my fingertips. Shifting the fabric to the side, the lace scraped against her sensitive skin, causing her to release a throaty moan against my cock. The vibration caused an unbidden groan to escape my lips.
I wasn’t about to let her win this one.
With the lace of her underwear pushed to the side, I could feel how wet she was. I swirled a fingertip at her entrance, spreading the moisture. I added another finger, continuing to swirl until I dipped both fingers in—just an inch. She widened her legs for me, granting me permission, and when she thrust her hips against my fingers, she was begging for it.
“Patience, honey. Remember?”
I churned my fingers at her entrance again, inching them inside her moist heat. Her hips bucked eagerly.
I slowly backed out of her mouth, allowing us both to take a deep breath, before I plunged my fingers into her at the same moment I thrust to the back of her throat.
Her brows pinched and she whined, gripping the back side of my thigh to hold me still. She felt incredible. So warm. So wet. So tight.
“Greedy girl, your pussy is sucking my finger inside.”
My heart pounded in my chest and in my cock. The walls of her pussy fluttered against my fingers, tightening as I curved them perfectly to touch the spot I knew she couldn’t reach, while I thrust my dick into her pretty mouth.
“You like being stuffed at both ends?” I asked her. She looked so sexy taking my cock while she rocked against my fingers.
She groaned in confirmation, the vibration sending another jolt through my groin. Tightening my balls. I was going to come.
I could tell she was close, too, by the way her hips moved frantically, her walls constricting against my fingers.
“Come with me, honey. Soak my hand while I coat the back of your throat.”
She nodded against my shaft; her brows furrowed.
“I’m going to fill your pretty mouth, but next time, I’m covering those beautiful tits. Do you want me to mark all of you, honey? Do you want me to come in your mouth? I need to pull out now if you don’t want that,” I told her, barely able to get the words out.
Her lips only tightened around me, sucking me back to her throat. Her hand squeezed at the base. Her knees pinched together while I curled my fingers deeper inside, pressing into her G-spot.
Romy’s muffled cries while her core pulsed against my fingers sent me over the threshold. My thrusts became jolting until my orgasm rocked through, sending wave after wave down my abdomen. My balls tightened all the way through the end of my cock until I released myself into her mouth. Her throat gulped on reflex. It was so fucking sexy watching her swallow me down.
I gently stroked her, swiping her cum through her sensitive folds while I backed out of her mouth. She twitched beneath my touch, still riding the waves, trying to catch her breath after her own climax.
I tenderly brushed hair out of her face, running my thumb along her swollen bottom lip, my other hand still unable to stop wringing out every ounce of pleasure from her.
I dipped my fingers in one last time, wanting this connection to last a little longer. She twitched under me.
“Jude!” she cried out, pressing her thighs together, trapping my hand against her.
I smiled to myself as I took her wetness, coating her lips, before bringing her mouth to mine. Tasting us mixed together. Victorious.
“ Jude ,” she whispered now, her hand going out to my arm. Lovingly running her nails along my skin.
Tucking myself back into my pants, I lowered myself on my elbow beside her.
“That … that was amazing,” she said between pants.
Her chest rose and fell with her heavy breaths. Her cheeks were flushed. Her eyes still hooded with desire. Air vacated my lungs while I consumed her beauty.
“You’re so beautiful, Romy. I could watch you unravel beneath me forever.” I grinned, leaning in to press my lips to the side of her mouth.
She smiled up at me, running her fingers through the hair at the nape of my neck.
“Especially if it means the whole ranch can hear what I do to you.” I winked.
Her mouth hung open in disbelief, and I couldn’t help but wrap my arms around her, holding her to me while I laughed into her coconut-scented locks.