Chapter 29
NORA
I try. I really try to get us to sleep in separate beds and go to sleep like a good little girl and boy.
But when Jude strips down to his shorts and tosses me his T-shirt, I’m already going gooey at the sight of his long, lean form lying sideways on the narrow bed, his poor feet hanging off the end.
He looks so sexy in next to nothing, his hair mussed up from the day and his eyes twinkling with mischief.
“Hey, Shotgun Annie.”
I bite my lip, my heartbeat picking up. “Hey, Jude.”
When my eyes dart to the door, Jude gets up and wedges the chair under the doorknob. He comes back and sits on the side of his bed, his legs wide, elbows on his knees.
Maybe it’s the Shotgun Annie, a name I now realize I’ve inhabited when I need to feel brave.
Or maybe it’s Jude steepling his hands under his chin, his pupils-wide gaze and quirked lips as he rakes his eyes over my still mostly clothed body.
Probably it’s the fact that we definitely shouldn’t be doing this here, not in a holy building in the middle of nowhere.
Whatever it is, I know I’m already wet; already wanting him inside of me so badly my mouth parts as he sits up straight, widening his legs and pulling me toward him.
“Jude, we probably shouldn’t,” I whisper.
“You’re right. We shouldn’t.”
But his hands dance along the waistband of my jeans.
And I don’t stop him as he begins to undress me.
He doesn’t have to stand as he reaches up and pulls off my sweater, and just the sound of it hitting the floor makes heat spread in my lower half.
Jude works his way down the buttons of my collared shirt underneath, slipping it over my shoulders, then kissing my newly bare stomach and top of my hips. “Fucking beautiful,” he murmurs against my skin. I can’t help gasping as he closes his teeth over the top of my hip.
Next, he undoes my bra, tossing it aside, and immediately nuzzles his face between my breasts.
“My happy place,” he says, nipping at my flesh as I laugh.
I stop laughing when he takes a nipple into his mouth, twirling it with his tongue and releasing it with a wet pop before giving the same treatment to the other.
I’m breathing fast by the time he unbuttons my pants, slipping them down over my hips and helping me out of them. I toe off my socks so I’m standing there in just my underwear, chest heaving, the air deliciously cold against my nipples still wet from his tongue.
“This is definitely a sin,” I say, even as I tilt my chest out, needing him to touch me again.
Jude curls his hands around the back of my thighs, obliging me with a flick of his tongue over one nipple, then the other.
He looks up and smirks. “Your body is a sin, Nora.”
I half laugh at his corny joke and half shiver at his hand sliding up and over the lace-covered triangle between my legs.
“You’re terrible,” I breathe.
“I’m going to get worse.”
He slips both hands around my backside. But he pauses, snapping his eyes up at me. “Nora Albright, is this a—”
He turns me around and sucks in a breath.
I’m wearing a G-string. Granny panties are my go-to, but this is the last of the pairs Sasha packed for me, and I wanted to keep feeling sexy. For Jude.
For me.
“Is it ridiculous on me?” I whisper. “It is, right? A G-string under the kinds of clothes I wear…”
“It’s the hottest thing I’ve seen in my life.”
He says it so definitively, I can’t help smiling.
Then he slips his finger under the thin strip of fabric and plucks it like a string on an instrument.
I yelp at the delicious little snap. More. I want more.
“I’m never going to stop picturing these when I see you now, Nora.” Jude grips my left hip with one hand and glides his palm over my right ass cheek with the other, and all logical thoughts flee my brain. My nipples tighten and I point my ass back at him. I can’t get enough.
“Jesus, Nora,” he groans, gripping my hips.
“Don’t say that here!” I admonish, looking over my shoulder at him. I went to church as a girl, and though I don’t go now, I still feel keenly aware of where we are.
He stands up and walks me across the floor to the other bed. “You love this, don’t you? A good girl being so naughty.”
Admittedly, it’s what’s turning me on even harder than I’ve been with him before, which I didn’t think was possible.
“No comment.”
Jude keeps his hand on my hip and lays his palm between my shoulder blades, gently but firmly pushing me down so I’m forced to catch myself with my hands on the top of my bed.
“What if I insist?” he growls.
Then he smacks a hand across my ass.
I suck in a breath. “Jude, they’re going to hear!” But I’m already whimpering, pressing back into him. The little sting is so hot, I feel my arousal spread slick between my legs.
“Sorry,” he says.
Then he does it again.
I moan, pressing my ass into him. I’m only at the tops of his thighs, so I rise onto my tiptoes, and feel the soft press of his balls beneath his shorts.
“Show me,” I say. “I want to feel it.”
Jude draws a hand down my back and a moment later I feel the hot heaviness of his thick cock smacking down on my tailbone.
“Just a little thread standing between me slipping right inside of you right here,” he murmurs, his fingers sliding once more under the G-string.
“Please,” I beg. It feels so good having him inside of me it doesn’t matter if I come. But Jude only gives me two of his fingers, sliding them softly inside of me and bending them just right, so I spurt more of my wetness on him.
I bite my lips, trying not to make a sound.
“Do you want me to try to make you come in different ways, Nora?”
He means breaking me out of only needing a vibrator or showerhead, I know. “I don’t think you’ll be able to,” I say. I think of the near tears of frustration I’ve put myself in just trying on my own, with no equipment. Wishing it were easier for me. “But you can try.”
“There’s no losing,” he says, withdrawing his fingers and drawing circles on my clit.
I moan in response to his touch.
He groans, speeding up for a moment before sliding his fingers back inside of me. “Every part of this is fun for me,” he says.
Even as my body throbs with his touch, my heart swells even more for Jude and how caring he is. How earnest and willing to work with what I need.
“Then show me,” I gasp as he curls his fingers against my G-spot.
“Stay like this,” he rasps. I see, upside down, as his shorts drop to the floor, then he turns.
A moment later he’s back, and I hear a buzzing sound.
I look over my shoulder to see he’s holding not the same vibrator from before.
It’s only a blue blur in my vision, but I recognize it from the great unwrapping back in the hotel room as an oblong one about an inch thick.
I gasp.
“This okay?” he asks, sliding the vibrator along my slick opening.
“Yes,” I breathe, pushing against him. “But Jude, isn’t that one meant for…you know…”
“Butt stuff?” he asks, a wicked grin in his voice. “Yeah,” he says. “This okay?” He slides it up, running it over my back entrance.
I gasp slightly from the shock of sensation there. “I’ve never done anything there,” I whisper.
“I can stop,” he says, withdrawing it.
But with the lack of sensation there, I realize I liked it. “No, put it back.”
He uses his fingers to shift more of my wetness to the area—there’s plenty of it—then brings the vibrator back. “Tell me when to stop at any time, Nor. Any of it. But I think trying new things might be good, yeah?”
“Yes,” I whimper as he increases the pressure of the vibrator.
At the same time, I feel the hot head of his cock notched against my pussy.
“Should we try both?” he whispers.
I nod. “Yes.” Yes, why fucking not when it feels so good. I feel naughty, and bold, and like a bigger, badder, braver version of myself when he slips the small vibrator inside my asshole. I pinch my lips between my teeth so I don’t make a sound.
Which is a feat when he slides himself inside of me to match.
The sensation of being filled in both places is intense, and incredible.
But when Jude brings his hand not holding the vibrator around front, touching the place we’re joined and then my clit, I feel a deep, raw shudder of pleasure.
He moves all three parts in a magically coordinated dance, increasing his tempo to the intensity of my breaths.
“More,” I grit out, my hands splayed on the mattress, my whole self -exposed to him, heat and pleasure radiating from the triple contact.
But just as I feel the wave building, Jude slows, his circles with his fingers growing languid, his cock slipping nearly out of me, and the vibrator out and running circles around my asshole.
I slip back onto the pads of my feet. “No,” I beg. “Don’t slow down, please.”
“You want it harder, Nora?”
“Yes,” I whimper.
“You want me to make you come like this, Nora?”
There’s still that wavering doubt that he’ll make it happen, but it felt so good, and I was so close. “I want you to try.”
“Tell me to make you come, Nora.”
He leans over me, sinking his cock into me so slowly, I clench myself around him, making a high-pitched sound I hardly recognize.
He pulls out.
“Fucking demand it, Nora. I’m here for you, for your pleasure.”
He thrusts deep into me again, lifting me back up to my toes. “And I don’t lose.”
I grit my teeth, feeling almost like I’m absorbing his energy. His pro-athlete, single-minded focus. His determination and absolute confidence that he can take something all the way.
“Make me come,” I say, my voice low and liquid. “Make me fucking come, Jude, right fucking now.”
“That’s my girl,” Jude says.
Then he’s on me. With all the things, all at once. He’s fucking me hard with his cock, the vibrator humming just inside my tight back opening, and his fingers pulsing against my clit, pinching it between his fingers and gliding circles over me.
The orgasm comes like a freight train as Jude pounds into me. My whole body arches as I stand up, bracing one hand against the wall and the other biting down on my own forearm to keep from screaming.
It comes and it keeps coming, making me shudder and clench around Jude, the waves so powerful I think I’m going to fall.
Jude never stops. He keeps all of it going, and somewhere in the powerful waves washing over me I know he comes too, because I hear his grunt and feel the new hot wetness of his release where we’re joined together.
Finally, it dies down and I do fall then, backward into his arms.
Jude gives a victory whoop.
I shush him, but I’m laughing too.
But he’s breathing hard, and he groans as he slides out of me. “I don’t want to get this mess on the bed.”
“Here—” There’s a box of tissues on the table between the beds and I grab as many as I can, handing them to him. He cleans both of us up and we pull on his clothes: his shorts for him, his T-shirt for me.
Then he flops backward onto the bed and opens his arms, and I lie like a rag doll on top of him.
For a moment, both of us are completely out of words.