Chapter 22 #2
“No. Don’t stop anything. It’s just, I can’t…you know. Do it like this. I don’t think.”
For a moment, Jude doesn’t move. “You mean you can’t come?”
“Not without…accessories.”
“Does it still feel good for me to touch you there?”
“Yes!” I blurt, maybe too fast.
“Then let’s do more of that. Then we’ll do whatever it takes to make you come. Because I need to see you do that again, Nora. Only this time, with me touching you.
“Okay,” is all I manage. Jude turns me back around then, gently this time. “I need you more naked, though,” he says.
“Then you have to be, too.”
“I don’t know, maybe keeping my pants on will help keep me from coming.”
“You just said you were going to do it in your pants!”
“There’s always the possibility.”
“Jude.” I stand up on the bed, which isn’t easy with the pantyhose and underwear caught around my thighs. But I manage. “Pass me my glasses.”
“You sure?”
“Just give me them!” I hold out my hand like we’re at movie night and he’s hogging the popcorn.
Jude laughs, but a moment later I feel the press of my glasses in my hand.
I put them on my face, and Jude’s beautiful face comes into focus.
For a moment I almost lose my nerve. But I see the way he’s looking at me, a smile quirked on his lips.
Then at the way his eyes drop to my breasts, still exposed for him.
He looks like he wants me. And I’m emboldened once again.
I pull my dress over my head, along with my bra, then step out of the pantyhose and underwear.
When I’m standing fully naked before him up on the bed, Jude closes his eyes. He’s still on the floor, but with his height, his head is as high as my chest.
“Jesus, Nora.” He opens his eyes again. “I’d be lying if I said I never pictured you naked. But now that I see it…fuck. You’re stunning, Nor. Fucking perfect.”
His hand is sliding down the front of his pants, gliding over the long, thick bulge there.
“You want to fuck me?” I ask, proud that my voice keeps steady.
“More than I’ve ever wanted anything in my goddamned life.”
“I thought you used to be a pro athlete.”
“I was. And I’d throw all that shit away for this.”
I smile. “Don’t say that.”
“Don’t be so hot.”
I laugh. Then I sober again. “Okay, Jude. It’s time. Show me your—” I wave a hand at his crotch. How was I that bold but wasn’t able to say the word for it?
Jude waggles his eyebrows. “Penis?”
I bite my cheek but can’t contain the laughter. “Yeah. That.”
“Don’t call it that when we’re having sex, okay?”
“What should I call it?”
“I dunno.” He unbuckles his belt, sliding it out of the loops. That movement makes my skin prickle with goose bumps, but I focus on watching. “Maybe…Little Willy?”
I snap my eyes up. “Jude, what?”
He laughs. Not just a little either. He tips his head back and lets loose. “I’m sorry,” he says finally, pulling me close to him. “I’m sorry. Just call it whatever you want.”
“Penis?”
Jude dips his head, his shoulders shaking.
I laugh. “Okay, fine.” I push him away. “Cock. How’s that?”
When Jude looks up, he’s still smiling, but his pupils have widened at the sound of that word. “I like that.”
“So show me your cock, Jude.”
Jude’s expression is devilish. “You want my cock, Nora? Is that it?”
Suddenly we’re back to business, and I’m not upset about it. It’s exactly where I want to be. “Yes.” I massage my breasts for him, and he catches one of my nipples in his mouth, clasping it gently between his teeth and flicking at it with his tongue, before releasing it.
“Good. Because I want to give it to you.”
Jude backs up then and unbuttons his pants; his zipper makes a sharp sound as he pulls it down, then his pants fall to the floor.
“You want to see?”
I nod, my tongue darting out over my lips. “I want to taste.”
Jude’s eyes roll up slightly. “Fuck me.”
He drops his shorts.
His cock is nothing short of gorgeous; as beautiful as the rest of him.
I drop down to sitting, sliding to the edge of the bed. “Can I?” I ask.
Jude holds his stiff length in his hand. “You want to suck my cock, Nora?”
“Maybe.” I smile. Then I reach forward and grasp it with both hands. It’s big and thick; about the size of my dildo. Only I don’t have to pretend it’s Jude anymore. Because that’s the part I didn’t tell him. That the only way I can come as easily as I do with the tools is imagining it’s him.
I take him into my mouth—just the tip; just enough to taste the salty slickness at its tip.
Jude groans, sliding his hands in my hair. He pulls me onto him, sliding himself into my mouth.
It’s so hot I feel my pussy clench.
“Can you take it all, Nor?” Jude asks. “Can we try? Just for a minute, because I’m going to find a way to make you come before…”
He pauses. “Oh fuck.”
I take him deeper, feeling his head hit the back of my throat.
“Nora,” he says, moaning for a moment as I keep him there, flicking my tongue on the underside of his cock.
Then he pulls out of me. “Nora, I don’t have any condoms. Do you? I didn’t think…”
I’m still holding his cock. “You haven’t had sex in eight years, right?”
Jude nods. “And I got tested after.”
“Well, the same thing for me…only not that long.” I look away. Long enough though. It’s been two years since I had sex. “I’m clear too, and I’ve got an IUD…”
“We can wait, if you’d be more comfortable,” he says, though I saw the way his nostrils flared when he realized what I was saying.
I don’t answer him with my words. I just take him in my mouth again and shake my head. “No,” I say around his dick. “I want you to fuck me tonight, Jude. Now.”
Then I loosen my jaw and my throat and take him all the way down.
Jude grunts, pressing his hands into my hair, pulling me off and slamming me back down. “Nora,” he manages as he fucks my face. “We need to stop this or I’m going to come before—”
But it’s too late. I feel him tense. “Shit, Nora, I’m sorry. I’ll pull out. You don’t have to—”
He tries to pull out of me, but I don’t let him. I hold him against me, and then he’s shooting hot spurts of his release into my throat. He grits his teeth, making a guttural sound as he comes, urging his dick as far as it will go into my throat.
“Goddammit,” he gasps as he finally slackens in my mouth.
I pull away, licking my lips.
“Nora, I’m so sorry, I—”
“No,” I say vehemently. “That was amazing.”
He drops to his knees then, his hands still in my hair. Then he kisses me, his tongue sweeping my mouth, where his cock just was.
Then he pulls back. “It’s been so long. I knew I wouldn’t last long, but that was…damn. It was too good.”
I smile. But I wonder if now that’s going to be it? If we’re going to go back to our separate rooms and—
But Jude’s hands are already moving down my body, pushing me gently back on the bed. “The good news is, I’m basically twenty-four in dick years. So I’ll be ready to go again momentarily.”
I lift my head up, my heart soaring. How could I ever think Jude would be a selfish lover? Just because those were all I’d ever known?