Chapter 54 – Jude
Chapter Fifty-Four
JUDE
This is probably a bad idea but I don’t think there’s ever going to be a time in my life when I don’t come when Mabel calls. Thinking about her statement of needing me inside her? Yeah, death couldn’t keep me away.
Unfortunately, now I’m standing in the middle of her house, waiting. Thinking about how this is going to hurt when she’s done with me but knowing I can’t stay away.
Trying to distract myself, I start to unbutton my shirt. I was more than happy to get dressed up to celebrate Elle and Patrick, but I’m a t-shirt and jeans kind of guy. Mix that in with my nerves and I feel like there are fire ants crawling all over my skin.
Once my shirt’s unbuttoned, I quickly rip off my undershirt and I’m working on unbuckling my pants when I hear the door start to open. I can’t stop my shoulders from tensing, flinching once the door closes.
“I almost convinced myself you weren’t going to come.” Her voice is much more timid than it should be, considering she’s the one who called whatever we had between us off.
My voice is rougher than I intend for it to sound when I grind out, “We both know I’ll never say no to you.” My back is still to her but everything else is quiet, there’s no mistaking the soft gasp.
“Why don’t we take a shower, we’ve both had a long day.” Mabel walks past me, she slips her dress off her shoulders, it pools around her feet. Seeing her stand in front of me in only her bra and panties again feels like a dream.
A wet dream.
She unhooks her bra and quickly drops it, it’s difficult to keep my eyes off her full ass when she turns and pads down the hallway.
“What are you waiting for?” She calls over her shoulder as she turns a corner, a light flicks on and I can hear her turning her shower on.
Not needing a second invitation, I hook my thumbs into the waistband of both my pants and briefs.
I’m hit with deja vu as I walk into the bathroom, watching the warm water as it slides down Mabel’s silky skin.
“Damn, Trouble.” I wrap my hand around the base of my cock, giving the thickening length a hard squeeze. By the time I step into the shower, I’m fully hard and closing the distance between our bodies as quickly as possible.
My cock rests perfectly between us, cradled by her ass cheeks. “Tell me how you want me.” I wrap my arms around her, my hands moving to cradle her breasts and while I wait for her answer I pinch her nipples.
“I want you in every way you’ll give me.” Mabel moans, taking one of my hands and lowering it to cup her pussy.
I tease her lips, running my fingers up and down but not going any further. Part of me wants to tease her until she’s a boneless begging mess. She’s starting to pant and grind her ass against my cock.
“Could we try something?” That timid tone is back and I’m more than a little curious.
“Tell me.” I lick up her neck before taking her ear between my teeth, nibbling on it gently.
“I want to…I’ve always wanted to,” I finally press against her clit, circling it to reward her for sharing what she wants. “I want to clean you up and eat your ass, work you over until you come all over my face.”
My fingers stutter for a beat before I resume my ministrations, my cock twitches hard once the words fully sink in.
“That’s really what you want, Trouble?” I sound like I’ve been gargling rocks.
My hand lowers enough that I’m able to press two fingers into her hot channel, grinding the palm of my hand against the clit now, I’m sure I’m bordering on rough with the way I’m finger fucking her but my blood is heating, almost boiling at the idea of letting Mabel do what she wants.
Her sweet moan echoes against the tiled walls.
“Please, oh fuck, please let me take care of you Jude.”
Mabel’s pussy clamps around my fingers, all but sucking me in deeper as her orgasm takes over.
“I’m proud of you for sharing what you want with me.
” My fingers slip out of her and I turn her so our fronts are pressed together, wet skin slipping against each other.
“You kiss me right now and I’ll let you do whatever you’d like.
” I can see the surprise flash through her eyes before determination sets in and she attacks my mouth, her arms wrapping around my neck and her leg follows, pulling me closer by pressing the back of her leg against my ass.
Mabel tongue fucks my mouth, grinding her hot pussy against my cock until the water starts to turn cold. She pulls away from me, dropping her legs and letting go of my neck. “I need you to turn around.”
I turn around, a brief sense of doubt flares in my chest but then Mabel’s hands are on me, directing me to place my hands against the wall and brace myself. She trails her hands down my sides, squeezing my ass cheeks before her hands leave my body completely.
“You’re doing so good, Muscles.” I swallow my groan at the sound of Mabel’s praise, her voice is thick with arousal and I can feel the puff of air from her words hitting my lower back.
Giving Mabel control over things in the bedroom has always been easy and I won’t let this be any different, even if I do jump slightly when I hear the unmistakable click of a bottle of soap opening up.
I start to relax as her finger starts to tease between my cheeks, pressing lightly against my hole.
Before Mabel called things off, she played with my ass on occasion and it definitely set me off a little sooner than I’d have liked.
She’d never gotten farther than her first knuckle, the pressure of her slight invasion mixed her warm mouth surrounding my cock was a recipe for a fast and hard orgasm.
Now, as her slick finger teases the muscles, I worry I won’t be able to hold out long enough to get to the point of her putting her mouth on me.
Sure enough, I can feel my balls tighten. It’s not an instant release with my dick pressed against the cold tile but it’s close. Making it even harder is Mabel’s soft praise as she continues to push in and out, preparing me for the next round of sweet torture.
Finally, Mabel declares she’s done and presses a kiss to my spine. She turns off the water and pulls me out of the shower, grabbing a towel and hastily drying the both of us off. “So, uh, now what? Where do you want to do this?” My question is genuine.
Where is the best place to eat ass ? On the bed or with me bent over the couch. Oh, lord, is she going to make me sit on her face. I’m quick to dismiss that last position, fearing that would end up with my come in her hair not painting her pretty face.
“Come with me.” Mabel grabs my hands and pulls me into the kitchen area of her home. “Hop on up” She instructs me with a jerk of her chin.
“Hop on up, where exactly?” I’m so confused but Mabel doesn’t give me another second to think, she crowds my body until the island counter is digging into my back.
“I said up,” Before I can think, Mabel’s got her arms under my legs and she’s lifting me up until my naked ass is fully on her countertop.
The noise that escapes me as she lifts me up is a mix between a grunt and a squeak.
“I’m ready to eat, and I don’t know how you do it in the Bunk House but I always eat in the kitchen. ”