42. Harper
Chapter 42
Harper
I came in here to see if my plan worked, maybe gloat a little, and now I’m on my knees in front of Jude, about to suck his dick.
How did I let this happen? Is it because of what Alex said? I had no idea Jude was so possessive over me…but it didn’t shield me. If anything, it turned me into a target.
Is that why Sean did what he did? Was it just to fuck with Jude? What if, all this time, I was a pawn in a game I didn’t even know I was playing?
My insides are quivering. Every time I tense, wetness builds inside me.
I’m fucked in the head. An utter deviant. I should be furious at how Jude’s been controlling me since the day we met, instead I’m about to sleep with the enemy.
Jude slaps me on the ass again, but I sigh instead of screaming at him to stop. He wrenches my head closer to his cock. He’s seeping from the slit in his crown and I can smell myself on him, too. With one hand in my hair, he wraps the fingers of his other around his cock and starts pumping it an inch from my face.
I look up at him, but I don’t know if I’m protesting or encouraging him. His face contorts the moment we lock eyes, and for a second, I think he’s about to come. But then he licks his lips and murmurs, “Open.”
I want him to hurt me. To make me beg for his mercy. Because I know what I did to him was unforgivable. I’m a bad person. I deserve this.
“ Open ,” Jude says through his teeth.
When I don’t obey a second time, he sinks his thumb and forefinger into my jaw, forcing my teeth open. Parting my lips whether I want them open or not. I struggle, but when he twists the hand in my hair and pain shoots through my scalp, I freeze, whimpering as I glare up at him.
Jude eases the tip of his warm, tangy dick between my lips. His hard length slides over my tongue and wedges in the back of my throat. I gag and push at his hips. He hisses, eyes hooded as he slowly draws out and then sinks in again.
I’ve never seen such unadulterated want on someone’s face. My heart flutters, my stomach tightens. I squeeze my pelvic floor muscles and shudder when wetness oozes out of me and trails down my inner thigh. I relax my jaw, but if Jude notices, he decides not to relinquish the grip on my face. He keeps his hand there, pushing open my jaw so I can take more of him into my mouth.
Wider.
Deeper.
And then harder.
His breath huffs out, sounding pained as he thrusts his cock into my mouth. I gag, and almost puke. My eyes tear up, and I taste that salt in my mouth a moment later.
Jude groans as he slowly fucks my mouth, the steady rhythm speeding up as his expression tightens, as his eyes narrow to slits.
A stream of hot, bitter liquid coats my tongue. I gag hard, retch, and have to swallow everything that comes up because he’s still busy pouring cum into my mouth. Some of it escapes as I choke and gasp for breath, and it trickles down my chin and throat.
Jude pulls out with a groan, coating my mouth with a last powerful spurt. I lick my lips and shudder violently at the taste, but that just seems to turn him on even more. He swipes his thumb over my lips, smearing what’s left of his cum over my skin.
“Tastes better than Bailey’s, doesn’t it?”
I laugh at him because he’s obviously joking. He scowls and flips me onto my back, shoving my legs apart and wedging his torso between my knees so I can’t close them again.
If there’d been more light than just the movie playing in the background, I’d have been too ashamed to let this go on. Splayed open like this? I barely manage to stay my ground as Jude slaps my pussy so hard, I gasp and buck into him. But it’s only the soft, muted colors from the movie lighting up the room, and Jude’s body throws most of mine into shadow.
He gently parts me. I shudder when cool air touches the most intimate part of me, and again when he stares down at me.
I stare down, hypnotized by his strong hand, how his muscles cord along his arm as he slides two fingers inside me. My arousal coats his fingers and his palm, making his skin gleam. After one experimental thrust, he starts fingering me violently, his palm thumping against my pelvic bone and sending a hard ache into my core with every impact.
“Make yourself come,” he commands.
When I hesitate, he forces my hand down. I have no choice but to start stroking myself.
I groan at the pleasure coiling through me, my eyes falling half-shut. This is so dirty. So perverted. As sinful as making myself cry out silently in the shower after I’ve woken up dreaming of Jude fucking me in his truck, at school, beside the pool.
He pushes down on my fingers, rubbing them harder and faster against my clit.
“Come on, princess. This isn’t playtime. Do it like you mean it.”
It’s electric. Painful. I mewl and buck to try and get away from that delicious pain. Then his thick cock is pressing against my entrance. He moves his hips, rubbing himself through my slick folds. Teasing me. Coating himself with my lust.
“Jude, fuck!”
He pushes away my fingers and massages my clit himself. His cock keeps rubbing and pushing against my entrance, and all I want is for him to take that last step and push inside me. To take what I’ve never given anyone else.
“My cock can’t wait to slide into this tight little pussy of yours,” he growls.
He’s already had my first kiss. He’s the first to touch me, to finger me. Why not just give him everything? It will make him think he’s won…even if it’s only for tonight. I owe him that much, at least.
“Jesus, you’re so fucking wet for me,” he hisses. “Tell me how much you want this, princess. Beg me to fuck you.”
But that’s a line I won’t cross. This is wrong—and I’m not going to pretend that doesn’t matter to me. If he wants me, he’s going to have to take me.
“Fuck you,” I whisper.
My body’s tense as a fucking violin string, and all it will take is one more pluck for me to unravel.
Jude’s black eyes dart up to mine. There’s fleeting surprise, quickly replaced with spite. “So that’s how you want to play this?”
His dick slides up and down my slit. Harder, harder. He eases in half an inch and then slips out.
“Jesus fucking Christ.” He groans. “You really expect me to believe you don’t want this when you’re fucking dripping for me?”
“I’ll never want you,” I hiss. “I hate you.”
He sneers at me. “You keep telling yourself that,” he says, and smacks my pussy so hard I see stars. “Meanwhile, I’ll be here fucking you raw, and you’ll be begging me not to stop.”
I struggle when he tries to push inside me, gritting my teeth as I try to close my thighs.
When he slips over my entrance a second, a third, a fourth time, he lets out a frustrated growl and grabs my ass cheeks in both hands, hauling me open. But instead of finally breaking me, his cock dips lower and presses against my hole.
All he has to do is circle it with the tip of his crown a few times before I’m soaked. Flickers of pleasure wreath into me, arousing me and sickening me at the same time.
“What did you think was going to happen, princess? You come in here with your tight fucking pants, you see me watching this film?” There’s a gleam in his black eyes like he’s daring me to back down. Then he glides his thumb over my hole, pressing hard, sending a score of hot tingle through me. I gasp, go rigid.
“Touch yourself,” he says, his eyes dropping briefly to my aching pussy.
My hand trembles as I start rubbing my clit, and my body arches when Jude slips the tip of his thumb inside me. “Fuck,” I grate through my teeth. “Jude…”
“Stop?” he teases, and then starts working his thumb inside my hole. “Go on, Harper. Tell me to stop again. See what happens.”
I grimace instead, my fingers moving faster and harder. I grunt, groan, buck my hips, my eyelashes fluttering as I struggle to keep my gaze locked on Jude’s hungry eyes.
“That’s it,” he murmurs. “This tight little hole is almost ready for my cock. Want to know what that’s going to feel like, princess?”
He slips his thumb deeper, starts fingering my tight hole. “Imagine this…but a million times better.” It’s so fucking intense, he only has to pump in and out a few times before pleasure tears through me.
My entire body bucks off the daybed as I come with a strangled scream.