Chapter 38 Charlotte
THIRTY-EIGHT
CHARLOTTE
I don’t know what’s happening. Did I somehow fall asleep and this is all a dream? It wouldn’t surprise me. I’ve had dirty dreams of him recently.
Jude stares at me, his hand running over the thick outline of his dick over and over again, as he waits for me to answer.
Did I slip in the shower and hit my head? Did I get too distracted touching myself with the hot water running over me that I somehow fell and I’m concussed?
This can’t be happening. Jude can’t be standing at the foot of my bed, wanting to make me come.
But I swear he’s real.
I should feel embarrassed at the fact that he caught me masturbating and that he might’ve even heard me moaning his name, but I’m not.
I can’t possibly be when he looks at me like a man starved.
He licks his lips as he waits for me to tell him to leave, and I don’t know how to tell him that now that he’s here, I don’t think I have the strength to stop whatever’s about to happen.
“We shouldn’t,” I manage to get out. The vibrator barely pushes against my clit from where I was seconds away from pushing it inside when he caught me. It’s so soft that it’s like a tease, but with enough of that, paired with the hot desire in his eyes, I still feel incredibly close to coming.
“I don’t care if we shouldn’t.” The bed dips underneath his weight. I squeeze my thighs together at the hungry way he looks at me. Squeezing them together does nothing. In fact, it traps the vibrator between my thighs, making my entire body hum with arousal.
“We’re supposed to be friends.”
“Friends help friends, don’t they?”
I shake my head. “Not like this.” Why does he have to be so sexy? How can he possibly expect me to do the right thing here when he looks at me like nothing else matters in the world other than making me come?
He grabs onto the comforter, his eyebrows lifting in a silent question.
He wants to know if he can pull it off me, and I don’t know what to say.
Never in my life have I ever been caught like this.
If it were any other person, I might feel embarrassed, but it’s impossible to feel that way when it’s so obvious how turned on he is right now.
I glance down at his groin, finding his gray sweatpants tented with his very obvious erection.
I did that.
Me.
Warmth spreads through my entire body, knowing that just the thought of me made him hard like that.
“We said we’d keep each other in the friend zone.” My voice comes out weak and breathy. I’m throwing out excuses about why we shouldn’t do this, and it’s glaringly obvious that I don’t even believe the words I’m saying.
“If I were in the friend zone, would you be fucking yourself with a toy while imagining it was me?”
I moan. I can’t help it. His words are so sexy, and paired with the raspy, desperate tone of his voice, it’s one of the hottest things I’ve ever heard.
“I just…” I pause when he just barely pulls on the comforter. It only exposes the tops of my hip bones, but it’s still more skin than a few moments ago, and he watches me carefully to see if I’ll stop him or not. “We said we’d be friends and not make things complicated.”
“You need to come…I’ve never wanted anything more than to make you come. Nothing about that seems complicated.”
He pulls the comforter down enough that all he’d need to do is tug it another two inches, and he’d see all of me.
He licks his lips again. They’re wet and shiny, and I have to close my eyes when I can’t help but wonder what his smirk would look like covered in my arousal. I squeeze my thighs together again, trying not to moan when the vibrator pulses against my clit with the movement.
“Char.” My name comes out so tightly, I wonder if he’s saying my name through gritted teeth.
I open my eyes, finding the muscle of his jaw ticking away as he stares at me so intensely that it takes my breath away.
My heart jolts at the way he looks at me, and my pulse pounds in anticipation. “What?”
His eyes flick down to the comforter before meeting my gaze.
“This is your last chance to stop this. I’m trying to give you an out, but I’m at the end of my restraint.
I don’t care what we’ve said in the past. I don’t care about what happens next.
All I fucking care about is making you come so hard that touching yourself will never compare again. ”
I moan and arch my back, the movement causing the comforter to slip completely.
Jude lets out a loud groan at the same moment air hits my lower half.
I don’t know what he can see with my thighs still squeezed together, but he stares at me in a way no man has ever looked at me before. He looks starved and desperate. I wonder if he even realizes that his tongue has peeked out to wet his lips again.
It’s clear the moment his resolve fully snaps. He lets out a low noise at the back of his throat that sounds a lot like a growl as he rips the comforter from my body completely and tosses it to the foot of the bed.
He slides off the bed, and before I can ask him what he’s doing, his fingers wrap around my ankle, and he yanks my body down the bed. I yelp, the vibrator falling to the side as I stare at him wide-eyed, wondering what’s going to happen next.
“You’re beautiful,” he marvels, his eyes raking over my naked body.
I squirm at his words—or maybe it’s the primal way he looks at me. Either way, he’s barely even touched me yet, and my entire body feels on edge with desire for him.
“Jude.” I know I should say something else, anything else, but I can’t. I can barely form a coherent thought—let alone words—right now. I’ve never been so turned on in my life. It feels like my entire body is a live wire, and at any moment, I could catch fire.
He groans, his eyes closing for a minute. His fingers tighten against my ankle, and while I appreciate him touching me in some capacity, I need more. I want him to touch me in other places. I want him to touch me everywhere.
He opens his eyes, and the normal brown irises I love to stare into are all but gone. His pupils are large as he watches me closely. “You’re so fucking sexy when you moan my name like that, sweetheart.”
Sweetheart.
I’m a puddle at the nickname, and wetness pools between my thighs at his use of it.
He swipes his thumb along the inside of my ankle, the movement making me jerk. I’m so sensitive right now that even the smallest touch has me aching for more.
Jude runs a hand over his dick, his eyes focused on me. I don’t think he’s looked away once. I love the power I feel underneath his stare. He watches me like I’m the only thing to exist, and I can’t deny how good it feels to be looked at like that.
I’m about to beg him to touch me anywhere but just my ankle when he quickly moves, taking me by surprise. One minute, he’s staring at me with a look of pure need; the next, his hand wraps behind my neck, and he’s pulling my body off the mattress.
I blink, coming face-to-face with Jude. His breath hits my cheek as he places his thigh between my legs.
He moves to grab my face with both of his hands. It’s possessive and sexy, and my chest heaves with my labored breaths because of how turned on I am. His eyes rake over my face before he opens his mouth to speak. “Before we do anything else, there’s something I’ve been needing to do.”
“What?”
His only answer is to crush his mouth against mine.
Our first kiss—if you could really even call it that—was featherlight. It was calm and sweet and quick. Just as soon as it began, it ended.
This kiss is the opposite.
It’s desperate and hungry. Fervent. Heated. It’s so electrifying that I feel the kiss throughout my entire body.
Jude’s hands grip my face like I’m his lifeline. His fingertips dig into my scalp as his tongue pushes into my mouth with skilled determination.
I can’t believe I’ve gone this long without kissing him. His kiss is like a brand. It’s as if he knows this might be the one time we both let down the walls and give in to our attraction, and he’s going to make damn sure it’s a kiss I could never forget.
He tastes like wine, making me wonder if he had a glass after getting Ava to bed.
My hands find his chest as I try to steady myself.
Our heads move back and forth as we kiss each other like two people desperate for air, and the only way to get it is from each other.
My hands trail across his abs, and I try to commit the feeling of them to memory.
They jump underneath my touch, his skin warm and his toned muscles hard.
His tongue circles mine as his fingers tangle in my wet hair, and I can’t help but moan. I move my hips, the movement causing my clit to press against his knee. I moan again at the sensation, grinding against his thigh to get some sort of friction.
I was so close to an orgasm before he even walked in that my entire body still feels pulled taut. I’m like a rubber band, threatening to snap at any second because of the desire coursing through my veins.
One of Jude’s hands slides down until he grips my neck possessively. He forces my head up, deepening the kiss, something I didn’t even know was possible.
This is bad.
Not the kiss.
The kiss is everything.
But the way in which he kisses me is something I’ll never be able to wipe from my memory. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to look at him and pretend he’s just my friend when he’s kissed me like this.
Maybe that’s what he wants.
Or maybe this is just how he kisses.
Either way, I soak in the moment because if I’m going to give in, I’m going to revel in this with him.
I grind against his leg, letting out another moan.
He groans at the sound. He rips his mouth away just far enough to be able to talk. “No coming yet.” His fingertips tighten slightly around my throat, and why do I find the possessive hold so hot?
A small whine escapes me at his words. I need a release. He steals any argument I might have by leaning in and kissing me again.
This time, it’s a bit slower, but the possessiveness is still there. His tongue dips into my mouth slightly, and I eagerly meet his tongue with mine.
I’m so lost in the kiss that I don’t even notice that he’s somehow reached and grabbed for the vibrator until I feel him press it into my inner thigh.
The feeling is too much. I pull away and bury my face in the crook of his neck. “Oh God,” I pant, my hips bucking as he guides the vibrator up.
I feel Jude’s deep, throaty laugh in the hand against the back of my neck. He uses the hand not holding the vibrator to force me to look at him once again.
“No, sweetheart. God’s not here. I want you to say my name.”
I have to close my eyes because everything is too much.
The vibrator reaching the apex of my thighs.
The tight grip he has on my face.
His words.
The way he looks at me.
We’ve barely even started doing anything, and it still feels like everything has changed.
I’ll never forget him just like this. He isn’t Jude, my charming best friend.
He’s someone entirely different. Someone possessive and in control, and someone really good at making me feel like the only woman in the world.
I know I should stop this before letting anything else happen. I’m scared he’s already ruined any shot I had at pretending to just be his friend, but I could at least try to stop it.
I can’t.
He glides the vibrator over my clit at the same time he leans in to kiss me, and I know that, at least for tonight, I don’t have the power to stop anything with him.
I want it all, consequences be damned.