34. Jude
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jude
“ W hat the hell, Jude?”
I didn’t stop as I left the beer garden and rounded the back of the building. The building butted up to a cluster of ponderosa pines. Other than the dumpster being back here, there was no reason for someone to interrupt. It was dusk, and I stepped into the shadow of the barn before setting her down.
“You fucking caveman!” She smacked my chest while trying to keep my hat from falling off her head.
“I had to get your damn attention somehow!” My chest was heaving in anger.
This time, she shoved me. “Oh, and you think you can act all jealous and possessive right now? You didn’t even chase after me or fight for us.” Her words slurred a little at the end.
“What are you talking about?” She was drunk and not making sense, and my own buzz and frustration was blurring my comprehension. “All I’ve ever done is chase after you. I have to … because you run .”
“Fuck you! One time, Jude. You chased after me one time .” She held up a finger in my face. “You think that’s all I need for me to trust you? I want someone who will always chase after me no matter how shitty things get, and if you can’t be that someone, then I need to leave.”
She pivoted on her boots, but I gripped her arm, spinning her back to me. “Is that what you want, honey? For me to be the hunter and you the prey? You want me to fucking chase you?”
Romy released a heady breath from her throat. She glared at me from beneath her thick, dark lashes. “What if it was what I wanted?”
I stepped into her, my toes knocking hers. Our chests rose out of anger and desire. My hand stilled on her arm, scorching me. Her eyes darkened in the gray light, panting breaths feathered across my face through her perfect, pouty lips.
“I’d track you down.” I took a step forward, forcing her to take a step back. “I’d hunt you.” Another step. “You’d run, but then I’d follow your scent.” I leaned in, taking a whiff of her hair. She smelled extra tropical today with her addition of sunscreen. I’d know her scent anywhere. “Then when I find you …”
I pushed her against the wall. She let out a gasp. Placing my forearms on either side of her head, I ground my hips against her, letting her feel what she did to me. She tipped her face up in defiance yet begged me to kiss her.
“I’d capture you. Pin you to the wall.”
“Then what?” she asked in a breathless whisper.
“I’d make you come. Make you scream till this whole fucking rodeo knew you’re mine.”
“Oh, you think so? How?” Her words were breathless, but her eyes were blazing, challenging me.
“First with my fingers. One, then two.”
I ran the back of my fingers over her arms, lightly caressing her collarbone, then down the curves of her breasts. She shivered against me. My hands ran over her hips, and then her thighs, until I found the hem of her dress. I skimmed my fingers up her bare legs, pushing up the denim. Her ass filled my palms. Gripping those perfect globes, I pulled her against me, grinding into her.
“Then when you’re right there, right on the edge, thinking you couldn’t take any more, begging me for more, I’d run my tongue through your pussy, lapping up every ounce of you.”
I dipped my head to her neck, my lips coasting over her skin. I could feel it prickle under my touch. She tipped her head, allowing me access until I could nip and suck on her ear.
“And then I’d suck that perfect, little clit into my mouth until you’re soaking my face.”
“ Jude ,” she breathed, her hips reflexively rocking into mine, seeking the friction I knew she wanted.
“Just when you think you can’t stand another one”—I hoisted her up, my hands still gripping her ass, while she wrapped her legs around me—“I’d thrust into you.”
I shoved my hardened cock against her, my zipper and her lace panties adding friction. I thrust again, and Romy almost lost my hat, holding it to her head. Her hips bucked, searching for more. I gave it to her again.
“I’d fuck you against the wall until your pussy was milking my cock, begging me to coat you inside with my cum. Brand you. Make you mine.”
Romy moaned, looping her arms around my neck, pulling me as close as she could. Any closer and I’d be climbing into her skin. And fuck . I wanted that.
I continued thrusting against her, and she returned with her own hip rolls.
“Please, Jude. I want you inside me.”
Neither one of us seemed to care that a rodeo was going on around us or that fireworks were starting to go off. Music and the cheers of the crowd did not compare to my name on her lips.
“You want to fuck in public, my dirty girl?” I asked.
She nodded against my neck, her hips seeking.
“You need to say it,” I demanded.
“ Please. I want you to fuck me right here. I don’t give a fuck that we’re in public. Right now, it feels like I might stop breathing if I don’t have you filling me. I need it.”
“Not that, honey. Though that’s fucking hot. I need you to say that you’re mine. I need to hear you say it.”
She raised her face from my neck to gaze into my eyes. “I’m yours, Jude. I always have been.”
Maybe because we were both tipsy, but neither one of us seemed to care that I didn’t have a condom on me.
“Fuck yes, you are.”
“Please, Jude. I’m on birth control. I want to feel you inside me. All of you.”
It was the least of my concerns because I’d gladly put a baby in her right now if she’d let me. She was it for me. Romy was mine . My forever.
I shifted the silk of her panties, swiping my fingers through her center. So warm and soft. She was already wet and ready for me. One arm still holding her tightly against me, I unbuckled and unzipped my pants, releasing my throbbing cock.
Explosions echoed off the high desert, and colored light flickered across her face while I pushed into her with one powerful thrust. Her lips parted on my name.
I clapped a hand over her mouth.
“You’re going to have to be quiet, honey,” I whispered into her ear.
She whimpered under my hand, rolling her hips to get me to move. She felt so fucking good bare. So tight and wet. I could feel every pulse and flutter.
“I’ll move if you promise to be quiet.”
She nodded; her eyes pained, hungry for it.
“Good girl.”
I pulled out a couple inches, my balls tightening. I wasn’t going to last long. This was going to be a quick fuck. We ran the risk of someone stumbling across us behind the barn, but I had a feeling my girl liked the possibility of someone finding us here, that it added to her arousal.
Then I slammed into her, pushing her against the wall.
A muffled whine rumbled her chest.
“Shh,” I told her, pounding into her again.
Her teeth clamped down on the fleshy part of my palm by my thumb. I hissed from the sting, but it shot right to my cock.
“Fuck, honey,” I whispered into her ear. My own teeth scraping against the shell.
I could feel the pressure building in my lower spine, my blood pumping violently into my cock. The wall of her pussy fluttered around me, and I could tell she was close, too.
Her legs were like a vise around me. I reached between us to feel where my bare cock disappeared into her. I wish I could see it, but in the dark and in this position, it was impossible. Next time, I’d have to have her ride me with the lights on. Just the thought made my balls contract.
I spread her wetness through her slit, pushing her panties farther to the side. The lace scraped against her, causing her to shudder.
“You like that?”
She nodded against my hand.
Pulling the lace tightly over her clit, the elastic edges parted her. I could feel the back of her underwear wedged between her ass, snagging on the rough wood of the barn. I thrust again, loosening my hold, the lace scraping back down her clit as the wall tugged. She writhed in my arms. I withdrew a few inches, pulling again on her panties, allowing the lace to scrape back up that sensitive bundle of nerves. She bit down harder on my hand to keep from screaming. Blood rushed through my veins. The pressure in my balls was near unbearable. Each time I thrust, I’d let the wall snag her panties so the lace would rasp down her clit, and then when I retreated, I’d pull it so tight, the lace would rake back up.
Romy squirmed.
“Fuck, honey,” I muttered.
She was panting through her nose, her eyes fluttering closed as her core flexed around me, squeezing me as firmly as she could. Her pussy tightened around my cock, milking me for all I was worth while we came together. My orgasm rocked through my body. Holding her to me, her legs and arms shaking while I shot ropes of cum into her. She curled into me, gripping me tightly while she rode the waves of her climax.
Nearly collapsing against the wall, her teeth retracted from my palm. She kissed it before brushing her lips tenderly against my hand. Her lipstick smeared, stamping my skin in red and teethmarks. My chest swelled with pride, seeing the evidence of what we did to each other.
“We missed the fireworks,” she whispered once my hand left her mouth.
“No, we didn’t. They were right here.”
She gave me the softest, most loving look, her lips tipping up.
I set her back on her feet, helping her adjust her panties and dress before tucking myself back in.
“Jude?” She glanced up at me under the shadow of my hat, a flirty smile now on her lips.
“Hmm?” I was suddenly feeling loose and sleepy.
“Does this mean you captured me?”
I brought her hand to my lips. I was so in love with this girl. “It means, I’m yours, honey.”