Chapter 23
JUDE
I’m still reeling from the feel of Nora’s lips wrapped around my cock.
More than that, from the feeling of letting my load go down her throat.
She took all of me, then she swallowed. My best friend has turned out to be a hot fucking minx in bed—and now I get to show her how good I can make her feel.
“No pressure,” I tell her as I spread her legs wide for me. “This is my favorite part, okay? I’m just going to eat this beautiful pussy for as long as you’ll let me, then we’ll make you come together.”
“Okay,” she whispers. I’m not sure I’ll ever not associate that soft voice with sex now. I’m fucking done for.
I lift her legs so they’re hooked over my shoulders, then I go to fucking town.
I’ve never understood men who say they don’t like this. It’s the most delicious, sexy, carnal fucking privilege to go down on a woman. And Nora?
The last women I saw were, granted, a total blur. But this is the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen. Pink and swollen with need, topped by a thatch of little red curls.
I lift my head up, inserting two fingers inside of her. Then a third, making her moan my name. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about your pussy, Nora.” I tug my fingers against her G-spot. “Ever since you let me see it. Fuck, I thought I’d died and gone to heaven then. But this…Jesus.”
I dip down, taking her clit with my tongue.
I don’t ever remember it being this good. As I slide my tongue up her slick pussy, already soaked with her sweet wetness, I know I’ve never tasted anything so delicious.
“You taste like a peach too, baby,” I say against her lips. Then I thrust my tongue inside. I play with her, teasing her clit with my tongue, making her arch her back, all the while working my fingers inside of her.
I know I can make her come like this. Maybe not now, but later.
Her thighs are tense around me, she’s overthinking things, just like a menu.
If I can spend the rest of this trip learning how to make her come, I’ll leave a happy man.
I shove aside the sharp pain that comes with the thought of us separating again.
It’s not hard to do now, not with my face buried between her legs.
She’s gasping, moaning, writhing, but I know she’s not going to come.
So I pull out, reaching for her hands instead.
“Come on,” I say. I pull her off the bed. “You’re going to finish for me.”
“Jude, it’s okay—”
“Unless you don’t want to, I fucking insist, Nora. Nothing would make me happier.”
Nora nods, letting me lead her, naked and fucking glowing, toward the tub. I help her inside, then get the water to the right temperature.
“Open your legs for me, baby.”
I’m still standing at the head of the tub, like I was before. Only this time, I’m naked too. And I’ve got my cock, fully engorged again like I knew it would be, in my hand.
I hand her the showerhead.
“Show me again, baby,” I say. “And this time I’m going to touch, if that’s okay.”
Nora nods, aiming the jet directly at her pussy. I preside over her as she lets the water pound into her flesh, stroking my cock while I watch.
Her eyes meet mine, and I nod, reassuring her. “You’re perfect, baby.”
I didn’t put the plug in, so it’s just her, naked and wet in the bottom of the tub.
I’m not going to let myself come, just her, but fuck it feels good to stroke it like I wanted to that time.
I pull on my balls with my free hand, gritting my teeth as Nora writhes under the water, her moans intensifying. But she doesn’t take her eyes off mine.
“Jude,” she says, her voice anxious, barely audible above the splatter of the water. “Don’t come, please.”
“I won’t, baby.” Still, I stroke. It’s better this time; I’m not so keyed up. “I’ll wait for you.”
“Don’t come after, either.”
She’s close, I can tell. She’s breathing hard, pulling the hose up closer. Fuck, I don’t want to be made a liar—I slow down. Stroke. “Why not, love?” I ask, even though I think I know what she wants. Stroke.
“Because I want to f-feel you…” She gasps. “I want to feel you…”
“Say it, Nora. I know you can.”
“I want to feel you come inside me! I want to feel you shooting yourself into me. I want to feel it dripping out of me after, I—”
Fuck. I stop stroking, because she comes then, and I was about to too. She bucks and shakes, her back curved, tits heaving.
Oh my fucking God—this woman was next to me this whole time? She put up with my shit and watched me blather away to servers and guests and the guy at the grocery store and supported my son and me through everything big and small we went through for years, and this was her underneath it all?
I already knew she was brilliant and funny and caring behind that soft-spoken exterior. But now I know she’s a fucking smoke show who knows what she wants in bed, who uses a dildo to get off at home—Christ, has she thought about me when she does that?
Finally, Nora settles down, though her neck is still pulsing, her chest rising up and down. She’s looking at me—no, she’s looking at my cock. She turns off the jet and puts the hose back in its place. Then she reaches up and grasps me in her wet hands, taking me into her mouth once more.
“No,” I grit as I feel myself slipping down her throat, her lips brushing my base. “You should come again.”
She shakes her head but doesn’t release my cock. I groan at the feel of her, knowing if she does this for any more than a minute, I’ll be fucking it up again.
“Nora—” I can’t stay here arguing, so I pull away from her, my cock throbbing with the loss of her.
“Come here, baby.” I help her out of the tub and lift her up so my cock is brushing the back of her ass. I carry her, still dripping, to the closest place I can find—the window looking out over the hill.
I know no one can see inside, but there’s still something indescribably hot about pressing her up against the cool glass. She gasps, looking nervously behind her at the flood lights on the hill, the night skiers carving arcs down the white slope. “Jude, are you serious?”
“Is this okay? They can’t see us.”
I grip her ass and line my cock up with her swollen pussy. Her eyelids flutter.
For a minute I feel that familiar pang: that this was a terrible idea. “We can move to the bed.”
But Nora shakes her head, making the wet ends of her hair slide around her chest. “No. Stay here. I can’t really see.” She laughs then, and it sends waves of warmth through me, knocking up against the heat still roaring below.
“Now, Jude,” she whispers.
I grin, not waiting. Then I slide her down on my cock, filling her completely.
The feeling of her warmth around me is nothing short of fucking bliss.
“It’s perfect,” I say, kissing her neck. I meet her eye. “You’re perfect.”
Then my body takes over. My mind loses itself to the fucking ecstasy of fucking Nora.
She cries out with each thrust, her still-wet back sliding easily on the glass, her tits bouncing as I fill her and pull out and fill her again.
My arms start to tremble from holding her up, but I don’t stop.
I keep going, until Nora cries my name. “Jude…”
I meet her eyes, wondering if this is what it will take to make her come, but she just smiles at me and that’s when I lose it, my orgasm cresting over me like a hard surf, making my whole body tense as I release everything I’ve got into her.
I stay there for a moment afterward, unable to move, even as I know my arms are going to give out.
“I’m going to pass out,” I say as I pull her off of me. “Right here, I’m going to fall down, and you’ll have to drag me to the nurse’s room and then I’ll have to write an apology to the hotel and—
Nora laughs. “Come on, big guy. Let’s get you to bed.”
I really do pass out pretty soon after we fall into bed together, Nora’s legs tangled in mine under the duvet. All my senses are taxed, every one.
“Are you glad we did it, Nora?”
“Hmm?” She’s sleepy too; I can feel her eyelashes flutter against my chest.
“Are you glad we did that, or are you going to wake up tomorrow and think this is the worst decision of your life?”
“You sound like me, Jude. Overthinking things. There’ll be plenty of time for that tomorrow. Nearly a whole week left. Or something.”
I stroke her hair and don’t say anything, but the lightest brush of worry slides over me. Nora sighs and rolls off of me, resting her head on the pillow. But she backs her ass up so it’s pressed against me, and I curl around her, pressing my lips to her shoulder.
She’s right, we’ve got less than a week left. Then I’m going home and she’s staying in Europe for a whole other year and then what? Do we stay friends who fuck? I don’t know if that would work.
But I don’t know if anything else would, either.
“Jude!” Nora’s voice cuts through my sleep.
At first, when I blink awake, I’m deeply confused. Nora’s got her hands on my shoulders, shaking me.
And she’s naked. In my bed.
There’s a trilling noise, which has me sitting bolt upright.
“Jude, I’m going to answer it. It might be important.”
Before I fully grasp what’s going on through the haze of sleep, Nora’s reaching over me, picking up the receiver of the phone on the bedside table.
“Hello?”
Nora meets my eyes. There’s concern there. “Yes, you did call him. No, it’s okay.” There’s a pause. “We’ll be right there.”
She hangs up, grabbing her glasses. “Jude, it’s Cap. He’s sick.”
“What?!” I explode out of bed, searching madly for my clothes.
Nora’s wrapped a towel around herself, and if this were literally any other time, I might admire the view. But it’s not. My son is sick, and I’m not there.
“Jude, it’s okay. It’s his stomach—she thinks he just overdid it at dinner.”
I relax only slightly, grabbing the jeans and underwear I threw over the back of the chair yesterday when changing for dinner. “What does that mean?”
“It means he’s not feverish. But he is throwing up.”