13. Woody
WOODY
“Not sure I heard you. What was that?”
Her fingers twist at the roots of my hair without mercy, making my scalp sting. Her eyes light up at the hint of a snarl breaking past my lips.
She’s going to be fucking trouble, I can tell. But as long as she’s trouble that keeps to our rules, then I don’t give a shit. Because frankly, I’d rather the little thief be mine while she’s here than anyone else’s.
Fucking a woman who doesn’t like me should have been at the top of my list. I can already tell by the way her eyes are glazed over with lust, but still sparking with distaste toward me, that she’s here for the physical and nothing else.
It’s almost comical how she’s trying to look at me like she couldn’t care less about me touching her, while her body is arching toward me, her greedy little cunt grinding against my jeans with determination.
I take a step back, biting back a dark chuckle as she wilts against my workbench, her juicy tits rising up and down in her white dress as she pants with unmet need.
“You heard me,” she snaps, reaching for the front of my shirt.
I step back, clamping each of her thighs above the knee and pinning them down as she tries to tighten her legs around my waist and bring me back to her.
“Not sure I did.”
I hold her gaze, loving the way her full lips pucker into a sulky little pout. What I wouldn’t give to slide my cock through them and make her gag on it.
But this is about her.
What asshole guy would let his fiancée think he hates going down on her? I bet the bastard is the type who carries a sanitizer spray around for public restrooms before he’ll get his tiny cheating dick out inside one.
Jerk.
She presses her lips together and lets out a cute little squeal of indignation. All it does is make my already rock-hard dick leak out a stream of pre-cum in my pants.
I run my tongue around the edge of my teeth, waiting for her to understand that as much as she might be the queen fucking bee at whatever job it is she has back in New York; that when she’s here with me, I’ll be the one keeping control. For both our sakes.
“You ready to say it nicely?” I arch a brow.
She looks at me like she’s about to rip it off my face, before she blows out a breath.
“Fine,” she mutters.
I wait.
Her lips curl into a scowl and she glances at my crotch.
“That’s right, I’m hard as steel right now at the thought of getting my head between your thighs. So, you going to ask nicely, or not?” I say calmly.
Her eyes snap to my face, widening as I make a show of putting my hand over my jeans and giving my dick a squeeze.
“Real fucking hard.” I groan. “That’s how much I like the idea of making you come apart on my face until you’re dripping down my chin.”
Her cheeks pinken and my gut churns with white-hot anger at the flash of shame that passes through her eyes.
That asshole really did make her think she’s got something that would turn guys off. The urge to wring his neck has me flexing my fingers around her thighs so I don’t punch a fist through the wall. I’ve always hated seeing women upset. My sister… My mom.
I swallow around the burning in my throat, urging the sudden rush of blood in my ears to fuck off.
Memory Lane isn’t an old buddy of mine that I like to visit. It’s more like a nightmare that I’ve never woken up from.
“Woody?” Her soft voice brings me out of my head.
She’s blinking at me, a hint of concern edging her eyes as she gazes at me. I stare back, cold and unyielding, destroying any touch of empathy from her before it can develop.
Her gaze hardens and she tips her chin up at me. “What are you waiting for? I said please.”
The final word is delivered with a smug little smile, like she thinks that doing exactly as I wanted her to do still somehow has her in the driving seat.
She can think what she likes. I have a mission to complete.
I reach to one side, grabbing my smallest chisel, the one I use for intricate details. I sharpened it this morning, so when I stretch the drenched fabric of Jude’s panties out above her clit, it snags them, allowing me to rip right through them without pause.
“What are you doing?” Jude looks at me like I’m mad.
“Eating your goddamn cunt the way I see fit. This time, maybe I should be the one telling you not to talk.”
She stares at me like I’m the devil. Uptight little thief.
I brace my hands on the workbench either side of her and she shivers like she’s equal parts excited and terrified about me touching her.
“Feet up,” I instruct.
I wait for the argument. But she does as I say, leaning back on her elbows and shuffling back a little so she can lift each high-heeled foot up onto my bench.
I curse as she places them one by one on the outside of my hands, parting her thighs wide so I can see exactly what’s about to be mine.
I grunt in approval. “You’ve got a beautiful body, Jude. I’m going to enjoy every second of this.”
Her eyes widen a fraction, the only tell that she’s quaking about this. And once again, I want to murder her ex by wrenching his beating heart out of his chest.
Women are to be adored and cherished. Because they’re delicate. Not weak. Just… something to protect. Because once they’re gone, that’s it. You never get them back.
I lower my head, looking up at her from beneath my brows.
Then I spit on her clit.
She jumps from the table like a scared little rabbit, so I slam one hand around her inner thigh and hold her spread open for me, using my thumb to gather up the sliding trail of my saliva that’s running down toward her puckered asshole.
“Really going to fucking enjoy this,” I murmur, more to myself as I kneel on the floor.
I’m head height with her cunt, the perfect position to press my mouth to her and swipe my tongue all the way over her from ass to clit. I pause briefly to push my saliva inside her cunt with my tongue so she can feel it there.
“Oh God,” she whimpers.
I hold her eyes as I lick her again, letting the deep groan spill from the back of my throat. She really does taste sweet. I groan again as I sink into her, pressing a hungry, open-mouthed kiss there, covering as much of her cunt as I can with my mouth.
She quivers as I nip her clit between my teeth, then suck on it gently.
My balls are heavy, and my dick’s straining against my zipper. I could come just by doing this.
Her fingers slide into my hair tentatively, like she’s still unsure. I grab the back of her hand and press her fingers into my scalp, holding her eyes.
“Whatever you think is too much, I can take a hundred times more, I assure you.”
She bites her lower lip, looking shy, so I use it as an opportunity to shove my tongue deep inside her and show her that I don’t intend to hold back, so neither should she.
Her lips part and she lets out a cross between a moan and a sob.
The sound’s so heavy with relief that I know it isn’t all from being turned on in this moment.
It’s from years of not knowing what it’s like to have a man on his knees between her thighs who would literally feel like he was dying if she denied him her taste.
I slide my hands underneath both of her ass cheeks, angling her cunt up like I’m presenting it on a platter for myself. It’s a struggle to keep my eyes from dropping closed as her delicious taste erupts over my taste buds, coating my tongue and lips with her slickness.
The only thing sweeter than her juices running down my chin is the light that’s igniting in her eyes as she sheds her last hesitations and tightens her grip on my hair, using it as leverage to grind against my face.
If I were a man who smiled, now would be one of those times.
Sinking into her, I suck, kiss, lick, and both worship and destroy her with my tongue, lapping up every drop of wetness that flows from her and swallowing them down, making them mine.
I eat her cunt like a starved man, holding her eyes the entire time and feeling my dick grow more and more painfully hard at each new spark of confidence that surges in her eyes as she watches me.
Only when her inner thighs are trembling around my ears and she’s lifting off the bench like she’s about to fucking levitate do I utter the words I’ve been longing to since last night.
“Come on my fucking face, Jude. Let me have it.”
She gasps as I thrust two fingers inside her, going straight for my target as I latch my mouth over her clit and suck at the same time as I flick my tongue over it like a man possessed.
The tightening of her cunt around my fingers, and the urgent wrenching of my hair tells me I’m in exactly the right place.
“Stop!” Jude pants. “I need to pee.”
“It’s okay, I’ve got you.”
I double down my efforts, flicking that swollen clit with my tongue like not just my life, but the life of the whole world south of the equator relies on it. And I finger her cunt like I’m a panning for goddamn gold.
“Woody!” she cries, trying to prise me off her with no effect.
“I’ve got you,” I repeat.
She relaxes a touch, then holds my head in place instead of trying to fight me.
I groan like I’m in pain, still maintaining eye contact with her as I work her with everything I have.
“Oh my God!” Her mouth pops wide, a flash of panic in her eyes.
Her cum gushes out around my fingers, followed by a surprised yelp that turns into a deep scream of pleasure.
My mouth leaves her clit for the briefest second, greedy to taste it. I guzzle up what I can, then return to her clit, flicking it fast with my tongue again.
“Wh-wh…” she pants, looking at me in confusion.
“Did your ex make you come like this, huh? Did he make you fucking squirt and soak his face?”
I continue my assault on her clit, loving the way she stares at me in disbelief as her body ripples, crushing my fingers.
Another moan rips past her lips.
“Did you moan for him like that too?” I bark.
She shakes her head, tears springing from the corners of her eyes.
“And when you fucked him… when you rode his cock like you did mine last night, did you come again and again on it? Did you fucking milk it dry for him with this perfect little cunt of yours?”
She squeals as I stuff a third finger inside her, forcing her to stretch around it. It pushes more of her cum from her and I descend on it like an addict, sucking it up with a curse.
“Tell me,” I grit.
“N-no,” she pants. “No, he didn’t. And no, I never.”
I could stop. She’s hanging on by a thread. I can see in her eyes that she’s ready to collapse. But that would be too easy.
And she didn’t come to me because she wanted easy.
She came to me because she wanted to be fucked so good she’d forget.
“Feel better now?” I ask, lulling her into a false sense of security as I momentarily ease the intensity on her clit.
Her chest shudders with deep inhales of air.
“Yes,” she moans.
That’s when I ramp it back up, tonguing her clit and fucking her hard with my fingers.
“What? Oh my God!”
Her back arches off the workbench and I suck her clit hard.
She comes again with a sob.
“That’s it.” I keep fucking her through it, relishing each tightening of her cunt around my hand. “Good girl. Give it to me. One more.”
Her hand tightens in my hair as her orgasm flows on, wringing her dry. She doesn’t squirt this time, but wetness still flows from her like a burst dam. I lap up each wave as her beautiful face morphs from a look of ecstasy, to one of contentment, and finally complete peace.
And with her peace comes a tiny fraction for myself.
And fuck do I need that little slice.