Chapter 39 Jude
THIRTY-NINE
JUDE
I’m fucking ruined.
I never should’ve opened the door to Charlotte’s room. The moment I heard her moan, I should’ve turned around and run back to my room and locked myself inside.
But I didn’t.
And now, I don’t think I’ll ever forget the sounds of her moans. I’ll never forget the fervent way in which she kisses me back. Any hope to ever look at her and not remember how fucking perfect she is all but vanishes.
I’m battling with myself to savor every single moment of this with her, not knowing if this is something that’ll happen again or not, and wanting nothing more but to push her back into the mattress and slide my cock into her the way I’ve imagined doing so many times before.
I could get lost in kissing her. She grabs my hair as I lightly circle her clit with the vibrator.
I love tasting her moans. I press the vibrator against her clit harder this time, holding it there for a few seconds just so I can taste her moan again.
I moan right along with her. I don’t even know what sounds leave my body as I get lost in everything that is her.
Charlotte’s fingertips tighten in my hair, and I know if I keep the vibrator there for even a moment longer, she’d come. But I don’t want her to come. Not yet. I’m having too much fun.
Instead of giving her what she wants, I move the vibrator. The moment I pull it away, she lets out a whimper that I swear makes my heart stop. Why does she have to be so fucking sexy? She’s so perfect, and it’s killing me. I wonder if she knows how gone I am for her.
“No,” she pleads, her back arching and her head falling backward as she tries to find any kind of relief. “Jude, I’m so close.”
I run the fingers of my free hand along my forehead, committing to memory the way she looks right now.
Her hair’s wet from a shower; it sticks to her flushed cheeks as her hooded eyes watch me carefully.
There’s not a single wall between us right now, and I want to remember it forever.
At least for this very moment, she’s mine and I’m hers, and nothing else can stop that. It’s fucking perfect.
“I know, sweetheart.” The raspiness of my voice takes me by surprise. It’s thick with lust and desire. “You need to come, don’t you?”
She nods, letting out another whimper.
I lift the vibrator and stare at it for a moment, marveling at the wetness that coats the tip of it. It makes me glance between her thighs, and I can’t help but smirk at the sight. She’s soaking wet. Not only does her pussy gleam with her arousal, but her thighs are slick too.
I lick my lips, wondering if I should stop teasing her and press my mouth to her perfect pussy instead.
When I look at her again, I find her gaze still focused on me.
Her ragged breaths mirror my own, and I try to decide what I want to do next.
I have her just the way I want her right now.
She’s practically begging me to come, and it’s the sexiest thing in the world.
If I knew that tomorrow I’d be able to do this very thing with her without her having any reservations, I might speed things up between us.
But I have no idea what tomorrow will bring. Tonight might be my only chance with her. I’ve got to make it count.
I press my free hand to her chest and gently coax her back down on the mattress. I stand above her, taking in the sight for a moment as the vibrator continues to pulse in my hands.
Charlotte laid out completely naked on the edge of the bed is a sight to see. She keeps a close eye on me as she waits for what I’m going to do next.
My cock aches, and my balls tighten. I don’t think I’ve ever been so worked up in my life. If she keeps moaning the way she is—paired with the way she pants my name—I don’t know if she’ll even have to touch me to make me come. That’s how bad I want her. How desperately I need her.
She opens her mouth—to argue, I’m sure—but before she can get any words out, I guide the vibrator to her nipple.
She bucks at the feeling, her eyes snapping shut as she lets out a cry of pleasure. I circle her nipple with the vibrator, loving how I can see the goosebumps popping up on her skin.
“Tell me that you need me to make you come.” I don’t realize how desperately I need to hear her say the words until I give the command.
“I need you to make me come,” she hurriedly gets out, not giving my demand a second thought before she’s begging for more.
I smirk. I love her like this. Needy and desperate for me. “I don’t know if you’ve convinced me you mean it. You were in here touching yourself thinking of me instead of just asking me to do it. Make me believe that you need me to make you come. Make believe that you need me.”
I don’t know why I tease her. I want this just as badly as she does—probably more. I’ve just been so in my head trying to figure out if she’s as attracted to me as I am to her that I need any proof that I’m not alone in this pure, desperate need.
She lets out a cry of displeasure. I can’t wait until she actually comes. She’ll realize all of the waiting and edging was worth it. But until then, it’s so fucking sexy to see how needy she is for me.
“I need you. I need to come.” Her eyes find mine, and I can’t help but shiver at the intensity with which she looks at me. I have to palm my cock just to find even a second of relief.
“Say please. Beg for me, sweetheart.”
She jumps when I move the vibrator to her other nipple. I circle it before pressing it hard against the tender skin. “I’m going to get you back for this.”
It feels like all the blood in my body is already in my cock, but somehow, more rushes to it at her words. I smile. “Is that a promise?”
She smiles, her hips arching as she places her hand between her legs. Before she can touch herself, I swat her hand away.
“I’m all yours, Char. I’m ready to make you come so hard you won’t even remember your name, but first, you need to beg for it, baby.
I’ve been thinking about you every damn night, wishing you were in my bed, wishing I was inside you, wishing I could taste you.
I can’t even put into words how badly I want you, and before I make you come, I need to know you feel the same. ”
She tries to clench her thighs together, but my knee prevents her from doing it.
I’m so happy she isn’t able to obstruct my view of her.
I love looking at how wet she is. I love knowing that I made her this way.
That even when I wasn’t in the room with her, she was still thinking of me to get herself off.
“I need you, Jude. Please.”
“‘Atta girl.” I don’t need anything else.
I click the vibrator off and toss it to the side.
The first time I make her come, I want to be the one doing it.
I want to feel her against my tongue and taste her.
The toy can be fun for later, but for right now, she’s going to come because of me and me alone.
I crouch to my knees before wrapping my arms around her thighs and pulling them open wide for me.
“Funny you made me beg for you, but you’re the one on your knees right now.”
I smile up from between her thighs at the comment. Her breathing is ragged as she watches me closely with a slight tilt to her lips. I love that even in the heat of a moment like this, her sass is still there.
“Anytime you want me on my knees for you like this, you just have to ask.” Before she can say anything else—something that’ll crush me, like telling me this will be the only time she lets me have her—I lightly circle her clit with my tongue.
She hisses, her hips bucking just from the small lick. I smile, even though I don’t think she can see it.
Fuck, she tastes incredible. I lick her again, this time pressing my tongue flat against her swollen clit.
I can’t help but groan. She tastes so fucking good I might get addicted.
How do I convince her that this one time won’t be enough?
I’ve only had the smallest taste of her, and I’m already sure that I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of her.
I let my tongue circle her clit one more time before I can’t hold back anymore. I bury my face in her pussy and seal my mouth to her.