Chapter 40 Charlotte
FORTY
CHARLOTTE
I’m going to come.
Jude’s just started eating me out, and I already feel lightheaded from the building orgasm.
There’s so much tension in my body that it feels almost unbearable. My fingers grasp at anything I can find as Jude brings me incredibly close to coming. I twist and yank at locks of Jude’s hair as he licks and laps like a man who’s been starved.
I’m already so close to toppling over the edge before he slides two fingers inside me. He doesn’t even start with just one. His two thick fingers stretch me in a way that has my back arching and my toes curling.
“Jude,” I say desperately before I let out a moan.
It’s all too much.
I’ve imagined what it’d feel like to have his face between my thighs before, but nothing compares to the real thing. Nothing’s ever felt so good. I’m almost scared of the intensity of the orgasm that I know is close.
Jude hooks his fingers inside me at the same time he sucks my clit. That’s all it takes to finally push me over the edge.
“I’m coming,” I cry, shocked I can even get the two words out.
An explosion of pleasure takes over my entire body as the orgasm crashes through me.
I moan, I pant, I’m pretty sure I repeat Jude’s name over and over as I ride out every wave.
I’ve never had one this intense. My eyes squeeze shut, and my fingers desperately hold on to Jude’s hair as he doesn’t take his mouth from me.
Because I’d been worked up for so long, it feels like the orgasm lasts forever. It’s so strong that it almost hurts as it takes over my entire body.
For however long it takes, it feels like I can’t think straight. The only thing I can think about is the immense pleasure from between my thighs, the feeling only heightened by the fact that Jude doesn’t take his mouth from me the entire time.
I try to catch my breath as I come down from the orgasm. Jude’s tongue circles my clit as he lets out a loud moan of his own, making me squirm. I tighten my hold on his hair and try to lift his head.
“Jude,” I pant, his name coming out strangled. “I…I need a minute.”
I open my eyes to find his gaze already on me.
He lifts his head, and if I hadn’t just come, the smirk he gives me would’ve sent me over the edge.
His lips are wet—from me—and his hair sticks up in different directions, also my doing. His eyes stay focused on me as he slowly removes his fingers.
“That was…everything,” he mutters.
His own chest heaves as he stares at me with such an intensity that despite the exhaustion I feel from my orgasm, my skin still tingles underneath his stare.
He stands up, and before I can say anything, he’s climbing onto the mattress and bringing his face close to mine.
He leans in to kiss me, and I let him, unable to deny that it’s hot to taste myself on his lips.
He kisses me slowly for a minute, giving me time to regroup after he just gave me what I can only describe as a mind-blowing orgasm.
Finally, he pulls away, a smirk immediately finding his lips. “Did you know the sight of you coming was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen?”
Blood rushes to my cheeks. “I don’t even remember half the things I said.”
His smile gets wider as his fingers softly move a piece of wet hair from my face. “Oh, I remember every single thing you said. Every sound you made. I’ll never be able to forget any of it.”
I squirm at his words, unable to fight my own smile.
I know I shouldn’t, but I melt at his admission.
I want him to remember because I know there’s no way I’ll ever forget the way he made me come.
I couldn’t even if I wanted to. That was the best orgasm I’ve ever had, and it wasn’t even because of Jude’s obvious skill. It’s the fact that it was…Jude.
I bite my lip as an idea pops into my head. Jude presses a soft kiss to my neck as I let my hand drift down his body. The moment my fingertips press against his lower abs, he jumps. His muscles tighten underneath my skin as he brings his head to mine.
“Char…” he rasps, air hissing through his teeth when I let my hand drift even lower.
He looks at me through his glasses as I continue to move my hand lower until I find the waistband of his sweatpants.
“Your turn,” I whisper, wanting to make him feel as good as he made me feel. I don’t want this to stop between us, at least not yet; not until I can make him come too.
Before I can get my hand under his waistband, Jude’s fingers are wrapping around my wrist, preventing me from going any further. “Wait,” he mutters, his features unrecognizable as he looks into my eyes.
Embarrassment courses through my veins at the way he stops me from doing anything. Does he not want me to?
“It isn’t that I don’t want you to,” he hurriedly gets out, his words hoarse. It’s as if he can read my mind. I swear there’s a blush creeping on his cheeks as he looks down for a moment before meeting my eyes again.
“Then let me make you come,” I plead, not caring that there’s a neediness to my tone.
Maybe tomorrow, I’ll be embarrassed about the way he caught me touching myself, followed by begging him to let me make him come moments after he gave me the best orgasm of my life, but tonight, I don’t let the embarrassment in.
I can’t, not when I want him as much as I do right now.
Jude smiles, and something about it soothes the part of me that was still a little nervous that now that he made me come, he was done with whatever’s happening between us tonight.
His cheeks get even more red. I have no idea why he’s blushing, but I love it.
I don’t know if I’ve ever seen him this affected, and there’s a certain power I feel knowing I have the ability to make him react that way.
He rubs his lips together for a moment before he traces my cheekbone with the hand not holding my wrist. “You know how I said watching you come was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen? ”
I nod, even though I can’t help but be confused by the question.
He sighs. “Well, I meant that. It was so sexy watching you—tasting you—come…that I couldn’t help it.” He pauses for a moment, looking down at where my hand rests against his waistband before looking at me again.
“You couldn’t help what?”
He closes his eyes. “I came.”
My eyes go wide as I process his words. “But I didn’t…”
He lets out a nervous laugh before opening his eyes to look at me, and something about the sound of his laugh makes my heart squeeze in my chest. I’ve always seen the confident, charming side of him, but I can’t help but love seeing this side of him too. The one that blushes and chuckles nervously.
“I didn’t touch you yet,” I finish, my voice quiet.
He groans, and it’s just another thing I love hearing the sound of.
“You didn’t have to. I don’t think you understand how much I’ve wanted you, how much I’ve thought about finally touching you and tasting you.
The moment that finally happened, I was done for.
You were moaning my name, and your pussy was greedily hugging my fingers as you came on my tongue, and it was so sexy that it made me come undone. ”
My heart pounds at his admission. I look between us, noticing for the first time the wet stain on the front of his sweatpants.
I did that.
I wet my lips as I stare at it. I didn’t even have to touch him, and I did that.
My entire body heats again at the realization.
“Are you thinking that I’m pathetic for coming in my pants before you ever got the chance to touch me?
” I love the vulnerability in his voice.
I’m realizing that even after a year of friendship, I really haven’t seen Jude become fully vulnerable until recent weeks.
Now that he’s not afraid to show me this side of him, it’s hard not to continue to fall for him.
I bite my lip and shake my head before I let my fingers dance over the thick outline tenting his sweatpants.
Even though he already came, he’s still hard.
“No, I’m not thinking you’re pathetic at all.
I’m thinking that I love that I had the power to make you come without even touching you, but I’m still really looking forward to touching you, and I’m hoping you’ll let me. ”
He clenches his jaw as I stroke up and down him again.
“You have so much power over me, and you don’t even realize it.
I’m yours to touch and do whatever you want with, Char.
But first, let’s both clean up a little bit, then I need you to eat something because you never came out to eat, and then you’re mine for the night. ”
I groan because I don’t want to wait. “What if I want you right now?”
He presses his forehead to mine; his glasses press into me, but I don’t even care. I love him in glasses too much to say anything. “You’re killing me, you know that?”
I smile. I don’t know if I should do it or not, but I press my lips to his because I want to feel his lips against mine again.
If he doesn’t want me to kiss him, he doesn’t act like it.
He immediately meets my tongue with his, the two of us taking a moment for a lazy kiss before I pull away enough to talk.
“If I’m killing you, does that mean you’ll let me make you come right now?
” As if to prove a point, I run my hands along his length, hoping he’ll give in and let us continue instead of waiting.
“You already made me come, sweetheart. And you will again. But you need to eat before I spend all night fucking you the way I’ve been imagining for weeks.”
My cheeks flush at the way he says fucking. It’s raspy and makes my clit throb all over again.
He smiles before pressing a kiss to the tip of my nose. “I love making you blush. I can’t wait to see what other dirty things I can say to you later to make those cheeks even redder than they are now.”
I know it’s ridiculous, but I jut my bottom lip out because as much as I love the thought of having him later, I want him right now too.
Now that we’ve started, I don’t want to stop.
What happens if we go out into the kitchen and eat, and he realizes that none of this is a good idea and that we shouldn’t continue?
I wouldn’t blame him for it. I know that starting whatever’s going on right now probably won’t end well, but I’m too caught up in the desperate need for him to care.
I’d hate that he never got the opportunity to come from my touch or if I never got to feel him move inside me.
Now that I’ve had a teaser of Jude in bed, I want it all.
Jude slides off the bed, and I hate the feeling of his body not being pressed to mine. I want to touch him again, to feel his skin against mine. He pulls the baby monitor from his pocket, reminding me of Ava in the first place.
He turns it around and shows a sleeping Ava. “Look who’s still asleep.”
I smile. “Maybe we should take this opportunity to finish what we started right now while we can. She might wake up later, and then we’d miss our chance.”
Jude shakes his head. “If you think Ava waking up would stop me, then you really don’t understand how fucking desperate I am to feel your pussy around my cock, sweetheart.
If she wakes up, I’ll deal with it, and the moment she’s back asleep, we’re finishing what we started.
But you’ll need your energy for that, so stop arguing with me, and let’s get in the shower to get both of us cleaned up, eat some food, and spend the rest of the night doing everything I’ve been imagining for so long. ”
He holds out his hand for me to take, and I let out a small whine before I put my hand in his.
Between my thighs, I’m sticky from my own arousal, and he did run the vibrator all over my body before finally giving me what I wanted.
A shower probably wouldn’t hurt—especially since he came on himself too—but there’s still a small part of me that’s worried that once we leave this room, things will change.
There’s a reason we’ve fought the attraction between us.
What if leaving pops the bubble that we’re in, and reality sneaks back in?
But Jude still stares at me with a heated gaze as he pulls me off the bed.
He doesn’t look at me any differently. In fact, instead of going straight to the bathroom to shower, he pulls my body flush to his and grabs both sides of my face.
“I meant it when I said you don’t even realize how much power you have over me.
” Instead of letting me respond, he leans in and kisses me slowly.
It isn’t rushed like when he first kissed me tonight.
It’s as if now he realizes that he’ll have another chance to kiss me later, like he knows it’s not the last.
I kiss him back, wishing I had the nerve to tell him that I don’t think he realizes it isn’t me that holds all the power; it’s him. If he just said the word, I’d be his. The truth is, he doesn’t even have to say anything.
I’m already his, whether he truly wants that or not.
I know giving in to the attraction between us might hurt me in the end.
He’s got so much going on in his life that he might not be ready for the things that I want, but knowing that about him doesn’t matter.
It doesn’t stop my heart from wanting him, from wishing we could figure it out.
Plenty of relationships stem from friendships. Is it naive of me to believe maybe ours can too?
I kiss him back, knowing that tonight might be the only night that I can have him this way. Tomorrow, we’ll probably both go back to realizing the reasons we fought our attraction, and we’ll go back to pretending it isn’t there, but tonight, I’ll be his. And that’ll have to be enough.