Chapter 28 #2
With careful fingers, I unzip his jeans and free his erection.
I wrap my fingers around his cock, the skin ridged with thick veins, yet still silky soft.
Jude shudders as I take long, leisurely strokes.
He tips my chin up, bringing it to him, then kisses me deeply.
When I start to go faster, the muscles in his torso grow rigid, and his hands move to my hair.
He bucks and tightens his grip. When he starts pulling in controlled breaths, I slow my strokes then slowly go to my knees.
He drops his fingers to my hair, watching me, his body tense as a bowstring as I lick his length.
He bites his lip. “This is what you were thinking about in public, my love?” He makes a tsking noise. “Dirty girl.”
His voice is so husky and rich with lust I know he’d have loved it. “Actually, I was thinking more like this,” I correct, swirling my tongue around the crown, then over the head, lapping up a droplet of his precum. Our eyes connect, and he commands, “Open for me.”
I should have known he wouldn’t let me take charge for too long.
I slide my lips down his length, teasing him the way he does me.
Payback’s a bitch. He growls, then his hands tighten into a fist in my hair.
I go all the way down until I start making a choking noise.
When Jude draws himself out, I toy with the head until he pistons into my mouth again.
I support myself with my palms on the tight muscles of his ass as he works himself into a frenzy.
When his pelvis is flat against my face, his cock buried in my throat, I grasp onto him tight, and work the base of his cock with my tongue, increasing the suction.
Jude’s leg starts trembling on the cusp of an orgasm, and he says a low, “Fuck. I'm about to come, Baby Doll.” I double down, cupping his balls in my hand as he makes frantic strokes deep into my throat. I love the primitive response I’m getting from him.
The heated looks, the uncontrolled movement, his fingers tighter in my hair.
He comes down my throat with a roar, hot spurts of cum almost choking me.
Chest heaving, he pulls his still hard cock out from my mouth, then helps me up with one hand. He kisses me like a soldier who’s just come back from war. When he breaks off the kiss, he says breathlessly, “That was perfect.”
“You pleasure me all the time. I think we were overdue.”
“Were you really thinking about doing that in the bathroom?”
“Maybe…” I answer coyly.
He blinks down at me, stunned. “I should drag you to the courthouse right now and marry you.”
While I laugh, he grips my bottom and lifts me off the ground. As I’m carried away, I wrap my legs around his waist. Our tongues and lips tangle together while we move towards the bed in a desperate frenzy not satiated at all by his orgasm.
He gently places me on the bed. “Don’t move.”
I lay propped on my elbows, watching as he heads to the Army rucksack he’s brought. Digging into the canvas, he pulls out a small wedge pillow and props it on the floor by the bed. A silicone vibrator is left on my bedside table.
He pulls out a rose shaped sex toy and leaves it next to the others.
“Someone told me I should bring you flowers,” he grinned, eyes twinkling at his own joke.
The hot pink vibrator is a surprise, given the others.
After Jude inspects it for a second, it hums to life.
After flicking it off, he deposits the toy next to the rest. I see a flash of something black before he tosses the bag onto my dresser.
His eyes stay steady on me, heavy with lust, as he pulls off his silver rings and leaves them on the bedside table.
“Is this the stuff you bought to replace my battery operated boyfriend?”
“Not replace. Your wand was for you alone. These are for us. One rule, though. No playing without me. I’m away on a run or something…well, I’ll video call.” His wicked grin makes me want to melt into the bed.
Rummaging through his medic bag, he leaves a pair of angled safety scissors on the bedside table, next to the toys.
His boots, jeans, and underwear disappear before he palms something.
Moving to the foot of the bed, he drags me down a few inches, then smiles in satisfaction before settling over me, supporting his weight on tanned thighs.
I can feel his erection against my belly.
That's when I notice a bundle of shiny black rope. Dark amusement dances in his eyes. There’s no question in my mind about trusting him.
It’s instinctive. With the experienced fingers of a man who grew up around boats, Jude coils the rope then secures it with an intricate knot.
My hands begin to shake with adrenaline as he slips it over my left hand.
The process is foreplay on its own, stoking the already simmering desire in my core.
Handsome and hardened with desire, Jude’s face alone is an aphrodisiac.
As if I even need it at this point. Watching Jude while I pleasured him left me soaking between my legs.
Grasping both loose ends, the rope tightens around my wrist. He slips two fingers in between to gauge its tightness.
Reaching behind me, he threads the center of the rope through the slat in my headboard.
Once done, he ties a knot identical to the last and repeats the process of securing my wrist. I move to adjust myself to a more comfortable position, but can only make limited movement.
Filthy man. My toes curl with excitement for what I know is coming.
The safety scissors make more sense now.
Jude arranges the pillows so my neck and head are supported, then moves back.
Hazel eyes darken as he inspects his work.
“Look at you all trussed up for playtime. So beautiful. Do you need me to adjust the tightness?” He starts measuring in random places by wedging two fingers between the rope and my skin again.
“No, it’s perfect.” Everything about this is.
Every touch on my sensitive skin is heightened.
The soft security of the rope, the breeze from the ceiling fan, calloused thumbs as they glide across my breasts.
I’m on edge, eager for what I know is coming.
His focus goes to my breast, rolling one nipple between two fingers, squeezing.
As he takes the other in his mouth, Jude’s scent permeates my mind.
Wind and leather. I arch into him, trying to muffle a whimper escaping my lips.
He lifts his head, making eye contact for a second, “No holding back your little cries. I want to hear them.”
I miss the contact of our skin, the moment he moves away, stretching to grab the vibrator. I instantly crave it. He turns it on a low setting, then runs it down my torso until it’s at the trimmed hair between my legs. He rolls the tip over my achy clit. “Are you ready for it?”
“Yes,” I moan. I’m already aroused to the point of pain, desperate for relief.
He tests the end at my hungry entrance. I forget to breathe as he works the pulsating toy into my depths.
Its lazy cadence makes my toes curl as Jude twirls the ridged length.
He withdraws it with a twist, making me buck.
He kisses the inside of my thighs, teasing, taunting.
With eager eyes, I watch as Jude separates the lips of my pussy and licks the tight bundle of nerves in time with the thrusts of his wrists.
I detonate, lifting my hips off the mattress.
Instead of coaxing me down from the crest of my orgasm, he stokes the frenzy.
The toy speeds up, and the suction from his lips is an unmerciful assault on my clit.
I lift my restrained arms, wanting to touch his skin.
I yank the rope in one direction, then the other, trying to loosen a knot.
Jude smirks at my attempts to free my hands, “Sorry, Baby Doll. You’re all tied up for me to do whatever I want. ”
He impales me with the vibrator again and again, hitting the perfect spot inside of me until another orgasm rips through my body. He’s wearing a self satisfied grin as I scream out his name. “That’s right, scream for me.” The toy is pulled from my channel, giving my overly stimulated body relief.