Chapter Fourteen: Jude
Fine, call me a filthy slut all you want, but damn it, the one thing my time with Holden and Wynn has taught me is that life’s too short to beat around the bush—which is why you should always keep your bush trimmed and ready for action!
When you have a rich, handsome, hot guy sitting across the table with you, eyeing your tits like a kid in a candy store, licking his lips as he gazes into your eyes, you just have to take the bull by the horns—or the stud by the balls—and do what feels good. And I had a feeling that what Dr. Lane Curtis was about to do to me was going to feel freakin’ amazing.
I took Lane by the hand and pulled him out of the chair and into my arms. I pressed my naked body to his as his hands slid around my waist and found my ass cheeks. His fingers dug in and lifted me up as if I didn’t weigh an ounce. He pulled me into the hard-on that was pushing through the front of his jeans. I wrapped my arms around his neck and stood on my tiptoes to reach his lips.
He was huge, taller than Holden and broader than Wynn. His body was one big muscle, like a boulder beneath my hands. His mouth was warm and wet. He kissed me like a man dying of thirst, drinking from my lips, sucking on my tongue as if he were pulling sweet life from it.
“Wow, I didn’t expect this,” he said, sighing into my mouth. He looked into my eyes, just a few inches from his. “Are you sure you want to do this? I don’t want to pressure you.”
I smiled. Like Wynn and Holden, Lane actually gave a shit about what I wanted, about what I was willing to do. That alone was enough to make me want to fuck his brains out. It was so rare to meet a man who gave a shit about anything other than getting his own rocks off.
“Oh, trust me, I want to do this,” I said, my fingers pushing the sport coat off his broad shoulders. I started opening the buttons on his shirt. He was wearing some kind of cologne. A faint aroma of musk wafted off his bare skin when I opened his shirt. His muscled chest was shaved clean. His nipples hardened as my hands ran across them.
“If you’re sure then,” he said softly, bringing his hands around to my full breasts. He cupped them in his palms and rolled his thumbs over my nipples. “But I’ll let you take the lead.”
“Wonderful,” I said, smiling as I rubbed my nose to his. “Come with me.”
Holden’s bedroom was still a total wreck, as was the guest room where Wynn’s shit was scattered all over the place. I took Lane’s hand and led him down the hallway to the guest bathroom. He followed me inside and smiled when he saw the wall above the sink was covered by a long mirror.
“I want to watch you fuck me,” I said, leaning back against the sink. I massaged my tits and gave him a nod. “But first, let’s see what I have to work with. Strip, doc.”
“Of course,” he said. He pushed the shirt off his shoulders as he kicked off the expensive loafers he was wearing without socks. Jeez, he had a body like freakin’ Thor! All rippling muscles and thick veins. Even as he unbuckled his belt I could see a huge erection inside his jeans. I mean, the man himself was huge, so it only made sense that he would have an enormous cock to go with the rest of him, right?
Lane did not disappoint.
When he slid the jeans and boxers down his legs, his huge cock sprang free and bounced in the hair. It wasn’t as long as Wynn’s twelve-incher, but it was a good ten-inches and girthy, with large veins that ran from his shaved crotch to the head of his cock, which was the size of a golf ball and the color or a plum.
“Will this do?” he asked, grinning as he started stroking his cock. It grew larger in his hand. The head blossomed and looked as if it might pop at any moment. He stepped toward me, wielding it like Thor’s hammer.
“That will do very nicely,” I said, reaching for him with both hands, my fingers wrapping around the thick shaft. It was like holding a warm-blooded anaconda. I leaned back on the sink and spread my legs so I could swirl his cock head around my wet pussy.
“You’re beautiful,” he said, his hands on my breasts and his lips at my ear. “I’d love to take the time to explore every inch of your body, but if I don’t fuck you soon I might just embarrass myself and cum all over your hand.”
“Hmmm… eager are we…” I said, milking the shaft, squeezing the head so little drops of precum would ooze against my skin. “We can explore later. For now…”
I let go of his cock and turned my back to him so I was facing the mirror. I braced my palms on the counter and pushed my ass toward his cock. I gave him a haughty look in the mirror.
“Come on, Dr. Curtis. You have my permission to bang the shit out of me.”
Lane smiled back at me and put his hands on my hips. Stepping closer, and without requiring his hands, he directed the head of his cock into my hole. The air rushed from my lungs as he impaled me with one hard thrust. His cock was so thick and round, my pussy opened up to let him come inside, then suctioned to the shaft. My juices started flowing, gushing, washing over his cock as he slowly pushed it in as far as it would go, then slowly withdrew it until the head was at my hole, then slid back in again.
“Holy… fucking… shit…” I sighed. I looked at myself in the mirror. My hair was all over the place. My mouth was hanging open so I could breathe. I was panting like a dog. Lane was behind me, hands on my hips, cock deep inside me, swaying back and forth, in and out, in and out. He was looking back at me, smiling.
“God… you’re so fucking… tight…” he said, panting the words. “Your pussy… milking my… cock…”
“You… fill me… up,” I moaned, watching him move behind me like a dancer, his large, muscular body setting the rhythm for both of us. The fire inside my pussy ignited again, sending waves of heat rushing through me like lava flowing down a mountain side. My cheeks reddened. Sweat popped out on my top lip and across my swinging breasts.
“Faster…” I moaned. “Bang me… faster… faster… oh bloody fucking hell…” I was suddenly lost in the heat of my building orgasm. I let my head drop and gritted my teeth. “Fuck me… Lane… harder… faster…”
Lane’s fingers dug deeper into my hips as he quickened the pace of his thrusts. He was banging me good and hard now, slamming his cock into my pussy, ramming my cervix, making my tits sway back and forth. With every thrust my orgasm got closer… the heat intensified… it was like being on an amazing ride that slammed you back and forth until you came, then you immediately wanted to climb back on board.
“Jude… fuck… I can’t hold it…” he moaned. I opened my eyes to watch him cum. Every muscle across his upper body inflated and clenched. Veins webbed across his chest and shoulders and up his thick neck. He gritted his teeth and growled, then, with one final thrust, pushed his cock inside me as far as it would go and filled me with such milky heat that I instantly came with him, my body jerking and twitching, my juices gushing over him, squirting, drenching his cock and balls. The hot air in the tiny bathroom filled with the smell of our sex.
“Oh… yes… yessss… yessss…”
I could bare speak.
I just pushed my ass toward him and hung on until we were through.
When it was over, I opened my eyes to find him smiling at me.
“Welcome to Midwestern University, Dr. Curtis,” I said, grinning as I let go of the breath I’d been holding. “I’m so happy you’re here.”
“Thank you, Miss Allen,” he said, leaning down to plant soft kisses between my shoulder blades. “So…” Kiss... “Am…” Kiss...“I.”