CHAPTER TWO

Jude

 

 

 

I GOT TO THE room early for a change. I wanted to throw Catherine off her game. From what I could tell about the woman, she was pretty tightly laced. Liked to have all the power. Except in bed with me.

Or on the floor.

Or against the wall.

In control, except when I was fucking her long and hard.

She was always impeccably dressed in outfits that hugged her curves without looking cheap. She had light auburn hair—usually pinned back—until I freed the wavy gold red mass, leaving it messed up and sexy. Feathery eyelashes framed her big hazel eyes, and her plump lips looked so right wrapped around my cock.

I sat in the chair by the window in Room 27 of the Wentworth Inn, already so hard for her my old jeans grew uncomfortable.

She might’ve thought she was excellent at keeping me in the dark, but I wasn’t some wet-behind-the-ears kid out for a quick fuck. I’d figured out she was clearly successful in her career. She often stowed a soft leather briefcase next to the sofa. She spoke with a light drawl and soft, drawn-out words, which tagged her as a born-and-bred Charlestonian. And sometimes she rubbed her thumb over the base of her left ring finger where an indent remained.

Either the woman was embarking on an affair with me, she was a widow, or she was divorced.

I hoped to hell she wasn’t married.

Obviously she had a huge hang-up about the age-gap thing, but I just thought it was fucking hot. She was old enough to know what she wanted, and when I gave her deepest, darkest, lustiest desires to her, she dropped all pretenses of an uptight, tightly controlled businesswoman.

She screamed. She pleaded. She ordered me to fill her over and over again until we lay in an exhausted, sweaty, wet messy heap on the bed, the floor, halfway across the sofa.

At ten minutes to seven, I heard the keycard slot into the door.

Catherine entered. Saw me. Stopped short.

A flush rose from her neck to her cheeks. She was clearly flustered. I liked it.

Catherine No Last Name insisted on rules, rules, rules:

No phone numbers exchanged.

No personal lives talked about.

No history.

No future.

Just this room, once a week.

No Strings Attached.

Now I wanted to get under her skin any way I could.

I lounged in the chair as she approached. Her heels clicked on the hardwood floors of the pricey hotel. Her dress tonight was an unusual yellow-green color that reminded me of her eyes. The material wrapped around her rich curves and hinted at some new lacy lingerie hidden beneath. Sitting still, I pretended I didn’t want to—wasn’t dying to—shred her clothes to pieces and impale her on my throbbing cock immediately.

Unhesitatingly, Catherine asked to be my cum slut, and I had a pretty damn good idea she’d never unleashed the dirtiest side of herself on any other man before me.

I liked that too. Liked letting her use my body so much my cock surged fully erect, engorged with blood, but tonight I wanted her pussy all over my face.

When I stood, she didn’t move back. Her gaze lifted to mine, her lips seeking. I closed my eyes for a moment, wallowing in the scent of her perfume I could never place. The tantalizing smell was feminine and musky—a little flirty, a little heavy, like her teardrop tits that swayed along with her ass when I fucked her from behind.

Wallowing in the feel of Catherine, I kissed her uptilted chin.

She licked her lips, following the path of mine, willing me to her mouth. Her mouth I could never fucking resist.

I groaned, banding an arm around her waist to hitch her right up against me, and struck deep inside her mouth. She met the ravaging kiss with just as much ferocity, going up on tiptoes and pressing harder, tasting deeper.

Every week, all goddamn week, I waited for her. Wanted her. Worked up fantasies about her. I imagined being able to fuck her without a condom, to give her so much cum it overflowed her contracting pussy and rolled down to my balls. So I could keep fucking into her with my semen and her juice frothing between our two bodies. Someday I would. Now I edged—eking out a cum blast for an hour or so before denying myself that final release, because I refused to come unless it was with her. For her.

Catherine owned my body just as much as I did hers.

But tonight I wanted to go slow, hold back.

I wanted to wait.

I needed to possess more than her body.

Drawing back from the kiss, I nipped her bottom lip.

I spun her in my arms, smiling darkly when she teetered a little in the slim-heeled stilettoes that looked so fucking fine.

“Stay still, darlin’,” I drawled near her ear, one of the first places I told her I’d kiss.

Her neck tilted. Her breath sighed out. Her ass wiggled back for contact with my rigid dick.

“You’re such a tease,” she murmured.

“You love it.” I found the sash of her dress, then a row of fabric-covered buttons along the side of her ribs. “Gonna get sassy with me tonight?”

Her head reared up, and she nipped me on the chin. “I’m sassy every night.”

“Wouldn’t know. You only let me see you once a week.” Unraveling the dress, spinning her with it, I stopped her when the whole thing swished to the floor to lie at an expensive heap at her feet.

“You know the rules, Jude,” she sassed back with a finger pointed at me.

A finger I swooped to take into my mouth. Her eyelids drooped as I curled my tongue around the tip, rasping it, licking her flesh, holding her by her wrist until she shook and shivered.

With one last deep slow suck—exactly the way she liked to suck my cock—I popped her finger free.

Catherine lolled forward, her mouth finding the cords of my throat before I pressed her back with the low spoken words, “Me first.”

“Is that any way to treat a lady?”

“Are you really a lady when you’re with me?”

Her fingers boldly caressed the clearly defined cock ready to rip through my jeans, and her slim eyebrows arched. “I don’t want to be. Not with you.”

It took supreme effort to pull her hand from my dick and place it at her side. Especially when she pouted. But I had things to do . . . to her.

Rounding her—on the verge of pounding straight into her—I took Catherine in from all sides.

And. Fuck. Me. The lacy thing beneath the dress could make a sane man lose his mind. I held in a groan, sucked in a curse, started sweating in a trickle down my spine.

This thing was hot beyond imagining. Catherine must’ve been in the sun over the weekend, because her skin was more tawny than usual, making the pearly gray teddy hugging her body appear silver. And the teddy itself? Oh, damn. I took measured steps while my heart fucking raced in my chest and my cock fucking raged in my jeans. The lingerie plunged low between her tits, baring a swath of flesh as well as revealing the tight pink smudges of her nipples beneath a veil of lace. It rode high on her hips, and—when I roamed behind her—covered her full heart-shaped ass in a silken caress.

My breath fanned the small curls of hair at the nape of her neck, and I bracketed her warm hip in one hand. I set about freeing her hair with the other until all the pins clattered to the floor and the whole mass of fragrant waves tumbled free.

“Did you wear this for me?” I skimmed my knuckles down the center of her back.

Her head lifted with a haughty toss of her hair. “No. I wore it for me.”

“Good.” So good. “Does it make you feel sexy, wearing all this naughty lingerie under your pretty dresses, Catherine?”

“Yes.”

“’Cause you know how fucking wild you make me?” From behind, I took a tight grip of her hair and bit and sucked at her neck.

“You make me wild too.”

My nostrils flared, and I smelled her. Wet wanton female.

“Don’t take another thing off, darlin’.” Taking her hand, I moved to the bed.

I remained fully clothed, and fully hard. While I lazily stretched out, she stood, dressed only in the teddy, her stockings that ended in lacy bands at her thighs, and the high heels.

“Put that beautiful pussy on my face.”

She hesitated with a blush. “I haven’t ever . . . ridden a man’s face before.”

“That’s what makes it better.” I tugged her closer, hungry for her taste.

She crawled on top of me, over my chest. She rested her knees beside my head, and I guided her hands to the headboard.

“Grab on. Because you’re not getting my cock anywhere near your mouth until you explode all over my mouth.”

“Jude, are you . . . Ahhhh!”

I sealed my mouth against the crotch of the teddy, running my tongue along the tight seam of her slit. Catherine always came to me with a smooth pussy except for a tiny arrow of darker auburn hair above.

She always came to me with a soaking wet pussy.

I savored the taste of her leaking through the sheer gusset, stirring the slippery juice with my tongue until she smeared all over my lips.

As soon as her thighs began to tremble and her belly hollowed, I pulled the crotch aside and dragged her completely down until she sat fully on my mouth. Hungrily and noisily slurping her beautiful swollen cunt, I lapped all over before tucking her clit between my lips.

My cheeks became wet. My chin too. My nose was buried in her soft curls, and she must’ve dabbed perfume on her pussy because I smelled the scent mixing with her delicious, delicate, welling wetness.

Grabbing her ass in two big handfuls, I swiveled my tongue as far inside her as I could, grunting and groaning.

She shook above me, moaning and whimpering. Her head hung back, and her tits thrust out. I reached up, pulled down on the top of her lingerie, and her breasts bounced free. My mouth playing around her engorged clit, I palmed her tits, roughly groping her full flesh.

“Fuck, Catherine. You should see how wet your cunt is,” I murmured.

When I said cunt, her pussy twitched and another bead of liquid escaped the pink swells of her lips.

“Oh yeah, darlin’. Drip on my face, you fucking hot babe.”

I waited with my tongue extended until that drop stretched in a slippery skein and splashed into my mouth. Then I jerked her back onto my face for a furious feast.

“Jude. Jude!” Banging her fist against the headboard, she came and came hard.

She tried to crawl off me as her breasts heaved and her pussy puffed out, but I hauled her right back. I attacked her with ferocious greed, nearly growling as I primed her slippery sex for another shrieking orgasm.

The second time, she wailed even louder. She reached down and twisted my hair in her fingers, yanking me against her tasty wet hole.

All the while, I groaned, muttering into her slickness about her being my insatiable wet cunt, my horny fuck slut. She must’ve heard me because a third orgasm flashed through her when I slid a finger deep inside her and started thrusting in and out.

Weakly hanging over me, she pressed my head back. Her eyes were mere green-black slits as she peered down at my face—a face that was wet and had to be stern with my own aroused need.

“No more. Too much,” she whispered. “Oh, God. That was . . . I can’t . . .”

I kissed the insides of her thighs. I pulled my finger from her sucking wetness and licked it clean while she watched. I stared at her then drew a fingertip around first one dangling nipple then the other.

“I need . . .”

Rolling her off me and onto her back, I crouched above her. “What do you need? My cock?”

She shoved me away, and I went with it, letting her upend me to my back.

“My turn.”

Far be it for me to argue. My dick was trying to fight its way out of my jeans, and there was a growing stain from my leaking tip. Catherine impatiently tore at my shirt. I let her do all the work, my smirk decidedly sexual.

Jesus, she was intense when she needed to fuck.

She flung the shirt across the room, then she dragged me from the bed, fingers attacking my jeans while I kicked off my shoes.

She rested her forehead against my clenching abs, hastily dragging my jeans down.

When she saw I’d gone commando—the nest of black pubes revealed—she whimpered out, “Yesyesyes.”

I shut my eyes, hand cradling the back of her head, and kicked off the jeans. Then I took a step back from her and looked down.

Catherine kneeled there in front of me with the silvery teddy baring her tits. Nipples distended like hard candy, and no sight had ever hit me harder in the balls. And man, my balls were fucking boiling with a week’s worth of cum.

Instead of face-fucking her immediately like I wanted to—like she wanted me to—I teased her mercilessly. I held my cock over her face, fisting the swollen length with long slow strokes that made precum roll from the flared head. I dabbed the wet heavy head against her left cheek, her right cheek, her chin.

“Jude . . .” She bit her bottom lip, tits squeezed between her arms.

I gently slapped my cock where my precum had landed, sending up soft thuds and little splashes.

Her lips popped open, and her mouth followed the path of my cock like a hungry little kitten that wanted her milk.

“Open those blowjob lips. Stick out your tongue.”

She obeyed immediately, and I moved to her side. Gripping the nape of her neck, I rolled my turgid dick across her outstretched tongue and then back. I pulled away when she tried to curl her tongue around the shiny swollen head.

Repositioning Catherine’s face, I dipped my cockhead in and out of her parted lips again and again with wet pops while she gurgled and panted for more.

Then I ringed those plump lips with gooey strands of precum, and she immediately licked my taste clean.

I played with her until the veins on my shaft popped up. Until her fingernails began digging into my straining thighs. Until she watched my cock desperately.

“Not until I hear you begging. You got yours. Now I want mine.” Pulling hard on her hair, I tapped her lips one more time. “I need you to tell me.”

Catherine nuzzled her mouth just beneath the cliff of the head. “Please, Jude, please. I want your cock in my mouth.”

Nostrils flaring, I finally fed my prick into her waiting mouth, her wet, willing mouth. And she whimpered as her lashes drifted down, her tongue lusciously swirling around and around and around.

A harsh grunt tumbled from my mouth, and I nearly frigging lost my footing. “You’re so fucking good at that, darlin’.”