EPILOGUE: Jude
There is no better sex than make up sex. Okay, that may not be true, but when you’re having make up sex that’s exactly what you think. Holy shit, this sex is freakin’ amazing! We should break up more often!
Maybe Holden and I weren’t exactly making up because technically we’d never been a couple or apart, but fuck it. I dubbed it make up sex because calling it “we’d been on a break because I had been a crazy bitch” sex just didn’t sound nearly as fun.
You could call it whatever you wanted, the sex began the moment we stepped into Holden’s house and closed the door. We wasted no time going at each other, like two wild animals that had been kept apart during mating season.
Holden practically ripped my tee-shirt over my head and I literally popped a couple of buttons getting him out of his shirt. Then he tore off my shorts and panties, then somehow got out of his slacks and boxers without skipping a beat. In less than a minute we had gone from two fully dressed adults sitting on a porch swing to being completely naked and ravaging each other just inside the door.
“Fuck, I missed you,” Holden said, pulling me into him and covering my mouth with his. He shoved his tongue between my lips and growled. “Don’t ever make me wait like that again. It’s just cruel.”
“I can tell that some parts of you missed me more than others,” I said as I felt his hard cock pushing into my stomach, sliding up and down. I reached between us and took his cock in my right hand and his balls in my left and started working them both. I began tugging his cock into me as my fingers rolled his ball sack. I could feel little drops of hot juices coming from the slit as I rubbed the tip around my stomach.
I sighed in his ear. “God, you’re so fucking hard… I’ve missed the feel of your hard cock in my hands…”
“Have you missed it in your pussy?” he asked, a sly grin on his face. Without warning, Holden reached down to clutch my ass in his hands and picked me up and lifted me onto him. I put my hands around his neck and my legs around his waist. He pressed my back against the wall, and holding onto my ass, brought my pussy to meet the tip of his rigid cock. I was already gushing like a hot spring, so when he brought my pussy hole to the cock head it slid in easily, making the breath catch in my throat.
“Oh… fuck… yes… that’s it… that’s… fuck…” Holden mumbled, easing my pussy past the head and onto the shaft. As inch after inch of him impaled me, the breath rushed from my lungs. I laced my fingers behind his head and moaned.
“Yes… fuck me… Holden… shove that hard cock… into my… oh… fuck... yes… my…”
“Tight hot pussy,” he growled in my ear. Holden impaled me as fully as he could, stopping only when the head of his cock hit my inner wall and could go no more. He was so strong. The muscles in his arms pulsed as he held onto my ass and swung me back and forth onto his cock like a human swing. It was like being on the sexiest ride on earth.
“Does that feel good, baby?’ Holden asked, pressing his forehead to mine as the motion of his arms brought me back and forth.
“Fuck… that’s… better than… good…” I moaned. “Fuck me harder… Holden… fuck me… faster… deeper… fuck me… oh… god… fuck… me…”
Holden pressed my back to the wall and tightened his grip on my ass cheeks. He started slamming his cock into me with such force that the pictures on the wall bounced from their nails. I grunted with every thrust as he pushed the breath from my lungs. My big tits flounced on my chest, slapping back and forth, back and forth.
“Oh… fuck… baby… I’m… fuck… I’m… going to… fuck… fuck…” The orgasm ignited inside me like a stick of dynamite going off deep inside a mine. I shuddered at first then felt an overwhelming ball of heat deep inside my cunt burning its way to get out. It sent shockwaves throughout my entire body. I began to twitch and shudder. My eyes squeezed tightly shut and my toes curled without my brain ordering them to do so.
“Yes… fuck… I’m gonna... cum…” Holden said, biting at my ear. He started fucking me harder, harder, harder, slamming me against the wall, the head of his cock battering against my cervix, making me grunt with every thrust.
“Cum with me… baby… cum… with me…” I held my breath and tightened my grip around his neck as my entire body tensed. I could feel his cock everywhere inside me, filling me up and making me hot and making me cum and cum again. I tensed my pussy muscles around his cock and milked the thick shaft for all it was worth. I screamed loud enough that the nosy neighbor across the street probably heard me.
“Cum… Holden… cum… with me… cum… nowwwwwww…”
I felt Holden’s body get hard as a rock. His cock jackhammered in and out of me, slamming me back and forth into the wall. Pictures fell off the wall. I bumped my head but didn’t care. Holden shoved his cock inside me as far as it would go and howled like a wolf baying at the moon as he filled me with his white-hot seed.
“Yes… fuck… yessss….”
Our bodies shuddered into one another like two shifting plates beneath the surface of the earth. He grunted. I moaned. He growled. I screamed. He jerked. I shook. And a moment later, we were covered in sweat, cum, and juices, laughing as we tried to catch our breath and keep from toppling over.
“I’m glad you came back,” he said, pressing his forehead to mine.
“I’m glad you waited,” I said. “And thanks for the therapy session. It really helped.”
“Dr. Moss is here anytime you need to unload or load up,” he said with a smile. “You doing okay now?”
“Oh, I am better than okay,” I said as I wrapped my arms around his neck and rested my cheek on his chest. “I am just fine.”
* * *
We spent the evening fucking our way around Holden’s house.
The living room on the sofa.
The kitchen table.
The bed.
The floor next to the bed.
The shower.
Back to the kitchen for pizza and more sex.
The time passed quickly and before we knew it we were both a sweaty, stinky mess. Even with the quick shower thrown in, we looked and smelled like we had run a marathon. So, when Holden suggested we take a nice hot bath and relax, I thought it was a perfect idea.
Holden lit some candles, then went to find us something to drink while I filled the tub with steaming hot water and some lavender bubble bath I had found in the bathroom closet.
I knew Holden had never purchased bubble bath in his life. Guys don’t take bubble baths. It was obviously left behind by one of the many women who had been lucky enough to spend time with Holden over the years.
Most women probably would have been jealous, but I totally wasn’t. I was not the jealous type. You couldn’t be promiscuous like me and expect things you would not give in return, like commitment and monogamy, the two things that led to jealousy.
I was not a one-man-woman and I knew Holden was not a one-woman-man. We’d had that discussion already. Neither of us was looking for anything more than what we had at that particular moment. There might be love in our future. There might be “in love”, who the fuck knows, but for now, we were both content having a great time enjoying each other’s company.
Likewise, neither of us was the possessive type. If Holden wanted to keep seeing and fucking other women that was perfectly fine with me. I cared deeply for Holden and knew he cared deeply for me, but we weren’t wired like so-called “normal” folks. There was no pretense between us. No commitment. No need for monogamy. I was not looking for Mr. Right and Holden certainly wasn’t done playing the field. We’d spend time together, have a fucking blast (or a blast fucking), and if it led somewhere waaaay down the road, great. If not, there would be no regrets.
I was soaking in the tub when Holden came in wearing nothing but a smile, dangling two empty wine glasses in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other. I soaped up my tits and neck with bubbles as I watched him pour us each a glass of wine from the fresh bottle. I grinned as his long cock swung back and forth as he stepped into the tub and handed me a glass before settling into the bubbles at the other end of the soaker tub.
“Mmmm, this is good,” I said after taking a sip. “I don’t think I’ve had it before. What is it?”
“It is a Cabernet Sauvignon from Napa Valley, California,” Holden said officially, taking a sip and smacking his lips. “My friend Wynn just brought it to me.”
“Your friend…”
“Is there room in that tub for one more?”
The sound of another man’s deep voice echoed off the bathroom walls, nearly startling the shit out of me. I looked toward the open door and there stood one of the most handsome men I’d ever seen.
Tall, tanned, blond surfer good looks, a smile that would charm the habit off a nun. He held a glass of wine in his right hand. The thumb of his left hand was hitched atop his belt buckle.
He was wearing an expensive suit, and a white button-down shirt open at the collar. I recognized him right away from the photo I’d seen on the back of his book and various photos Holden had sitting around the apartment.
Beneath the warm bath water, I felt my own hot juices begin to flow.
“Jude, I’d like you to meet my best friend,” Holden said proudly, holding up his glass of wine. “This is Wynn Driver. And we share everything.”