12. Jude #2
“I guess you’ll have to find out that answer for yourself,” I whisper.
His eyes pinch at the corners as I inch the fabric up to my hips, exposing my plain white thong. He holds my eyes for the longest time, before finally dropping his gaze down.
He purses his lips, brows pulling into a deep V.
“Don’t need to touch you,” he rasps.
I swallow as a familiar surge of humiliation climbs up my windpipe. But it only makes it an inch before it’s cut off by the sensation of a thick finger hooking into the front of my panties above my pubic bone.
He gently tugs the fabric up so the thin strip covering me is swallowed between my pussy lips, spreading them apart either side of it.
“Can see you’ve soaked your panties already. Messy girl.” He tuts.
This time, I welcome the humiliated heat in my cheeks. It pulses and throbs in time with my clit from the friction created by the bunched fabric.
He tugs it tighter, and a small moan spills from my mouth.
His eyes snap to mine. “You like that, New York City? Like putting your pretty wet cunt on display for me?”
“No,” I lie through clenched teeth.
I moan louder as he slides his thumb over my clit.
“We’re not in the dark now. You know it’s me touching you.”
I stare at him through hooded lids, my breath making my chest rise and fall in the small gap between us. I hate that he’s right. Last night, I thought he was someone else. But now…
I gasp as he slides two thick fingers past my panties and pushes them inside me without warning. His eyes are pinned on my face, gauging my reaction.
“You want me to make you forget again? Because I can. You just have to say please.”
“What?” I splutter, fighting not to react as he expertly fucks me slowly with his fingers whilst rubbing lazy circles over my thumping clit with his thumb.
“My fingers are inside you, Jude. Say please and I’ll replace them with my tongue. Prove there are guys who love eating pretty little cunts like yours.”
His face is so serious, like he didn’t just say something so filthy.
“W-what?” I fail to disguise another moan, and it spills from me, echoing around the room as he keeps up his leisurely fingering of me.
“I’ll prop you up on my face and make you come so hard you’ll not even remember assholes in bars, and shit for brains exes,” he continues.
“Why would I ever do that with you again?” I pant, leaning back against the door, my breasts arching toward him with my heaving breaths.
He leans closer until his breath lands against my lips in warm waves.
“You want to forget the past. So do I.”
I whimper as my body ripples around his fingers.
“You want to be friends with benefits?” I whisper.
His eyes are cold as he holds mine with deadly precision. “Never said I was going to be your friend.”
A wave of wetness pools around his fingers as he curls the tips against my G-spot, making me shiver.
“You want to be enemies that fuck, then?” I breathe, wondering why that sounds so much hotter.
His voice cuts into the heavy air between us. “No. I want to be nothing to you.”
“Nothing?”
“Nothing other than the reason you aren’t putting yourself at risk with strangers you meet in bars. Ones that will care more about their own pleasure than yours.”
“You are a stranger,” I say.
“I’m a no one. A shadow. There’s a difference.”
“Is there?” I breathe, my eyelashes fluttering as my core tightens.
“A big one. A stranger is someone you haven’t gotten to know yet. A shadow is someone you never will.”
I can’t hold back my eye roll as he pumps his fingers into me.
“What about all those other women who never forget your pierced dick, huh? Why me and not them?”
He leans closer until my stiffened nipples dust his shirt. I practically convulse at the contact.
“Because you don’t like me,” he says, his mouth dangerously close to mine like he’s about to kiss me. “And you don’t want to get to know me. And when you leave, you won’t think about me again.”
“You’ve got that right.”
His lips are right over mine. Millimeters are all that remain between us.
“You’ll say it,” he grits.
“Say wh—?”
He crushes his mouth against mine, groaning into the kiss that he delivers like a kill shot. I kiss him back, matching his intensity, pushing my hands into his hair and gripping him to me.
His kisses are just as intense as last night. Only this time, they’ve got a desperation about them, and I’m not sure it’s only mine.
“You want me to say please?” I murmur, tugging on his hair before kissing him hard again.
He bites my bottom lip, his bicep straining as he finger-fucks me with increasing speed.
“How about you ask nicely, and I’ll consider letting you drop to your knees for me?” I say.
He groans into our kiss, sliding his fingers from inside me and throwing me up into his arms. I hook my legs around his waist, and he carries me over to his workbench. He lets go of me, leaving me clinging to him, so he can grab a clean towel and spread it out over the wooden surface.
Oh God, he’s going to eat me out where he does all his work. I don’t know why that makes me wetter, but it does.
I glance to the side as he places my ass onto the bench.
“Eyes on me,” he hisses, grabbing my chin and bringing my mouth back to his, sealing his over it in another scorching kiss.
I should stop him. Last night was one thing. But this…? If we do this, then I’m as good as saying I’m happy to fuck him without consequence for the remainder of my time here.
He grunts and presses his groin between my thighs. The unmistakable hardness of his giant dick pushes against my clit.
His giant, pierced dick.
God, I’d like to get a look at that thing in the light. See how many piercings he has.
How many bars of metal made me come that hard last night.
I don’t like him. He’s right. That’s why this is perfect.
I only have to like his dick to get what I need.
He slides his mouth to my neck, sucking beneath my ear as he grabs a handful of my ass and squeezes it.
And his mouth and hands.
I can get onboard with all of it for the bliss of nothingness it’s going to bring me.
Forgetting will never have felt so good.
I grab his hair, pulling it at the roots.
He hisses, electric blue eyes piercing mine as I pull his head back so I can see his face.
“I know you’re dying to do it. So get on the floor and make yourself useful.”
I press a kiss to his mouth, my voice sickly sweet and mocking.
“Please.”