CHAPTER THREE

Cady

 

 

 

ON MY KNEES IN front of Jude, I sucked his cock. I greedily serviced him. I loved it. His smell. His taste. The long thick stretch of his dick plunging in and out of my mouth.

It was seedy. Vulgar. Dirty. All the things I’d never been before, and it was . . . liberating.

I let my saliva swill all over his huge cock because I knew he liked it sloppy. But that was as far as my concessions went. This was my time.

“You look so hot, there on your knees, your face stuffed full of my cock.” His coarse words drifted down to me, and his hands—such big hands—cradled the sides of my head.

I moaned at his crude praise, but I wanted to make him unable to speak altogether. Unable to think of anything but coming down my throat.

Pulling off him, I let his cock snap up to his incredible abs. Then I licked all around the thick base, mouthing him, kissing him where his male scent was the strongest. His tight black curls tickled my nose, and I closed my eyes, inhaling deeply.

My hands caressed along his deep pelvic grooves then across to the rod of his flesh I anchored down so I could continue my wet kisses all over the thick slick shaft. When I reached the purplish cap, I hummed as I lapped another drop of preejaculate onto my thirsty tongue. Then I drove my head up and down, just slightly, taking more of his cock inside with each pass.

Jude’s body was phenomenal, the only blemish on his huge frame a long scar on one knee. I’d never had my hands on so many big smooth muscles. And the slight mat of black fur on his chest . . . well, there was just no way I’d ever mistake him for a boy again.

Jude was a man, all man.

And the most magnificent part of him? His cock. The thick cylinder of flesh was hefty, heavy, covered in a network of veins that pulsed angrily the more I sucked him. The broad head seeped more precum than I’d ever encountered, a tasty snack.

I giggled wetly, popping him out of my mouth.

“Somethin’ funny?”

I loved how he started drawling when he was extremely turned on. Loved how his beautiful blue eyes flashed darkly. Loved how his face became harsh in the low evening light of the room.

He levered his cock away from my mouth, but that was okay, I’d just go after his balls.

Which I did, pursing my lips around one meaty testicle while mumbling, “Nothing funny at all. I love your cock. Love your taste. Love your smell, Jude.”

A breath hissed between his teeth as I worshipped his full sac. The two orbs were heavy, virile with cum. I gave him a lustful wet ball bath, my head wedged between his brawny thighs. I stroked him at the same time, twisting my palm over the slick head every so often. That always made him flinch and twist and groan my name. What he thought was my name anyway. And at those times I wished I’d told him the truth just so I could hear his dirty praise directed at me, Cady.

“Goddammit, Catherine. Gotta fuck your face now. Lemme fuck your face.” His words swirled together in a rough combination.

I grew even hotter, slicker between my thighs, and my drool dribbled down to my swaying breasts.

I looked up at him and nodded.

With one last groan, Jude began to work that engorged shaft in and out of my mouth, only pressing as far as my throat. I kept my eyes on his, my hands steadied on his firm ass, lavishing every hard bit of cock he slid in and out.

His lunges became wilder. His eyes hotter. His body smoldered with so much lust I could smell it.

His hands held me harder. He stopped moving his hips, instead using my head as the force guiding his cock in and out. His thumb pressed around to stretch my lips wider.

I nodded, gurgling. I swallowed, moaning.

“Fuck. Fuck!” His voice exploded, and he stamped his feet wider.

Wrapping a hand around his dick, his wet knuckles hit my chin as he stroked up high. His fist made a snick-snick-snick noise, wetly tugging on the shaft I’d slobbered all over. Then his knees buckled a little, his thighs flexed, and his hot seed spattered inside my mouth.

Some of his precious load dripped down in warm white lush drops to my already wet breasts, and I moaned, swallowing, rubbing his cum into my skin. Jude panted and groaned and watched and swore.

He’d barely caught his breath before he pulled me up into his arms. Within two steps, he tossed me onto the bed. And his cock was ripe and hard and ready again.

God bless a younger man’s stamina.

I nearly giggled again, but the intensity in his eyes stalled me. Hands rough, he yanked my lingerie all the way off then prowled on top of me. I couldn’t look away when he quickly unrolled a condom over the mighty length, his final firm stroke making the cords in his forearm stand out.

My eyes widened as they always did when his cock kissed the hot swollen entrance of my pussy. Widened then drifted half shut as he began the long ingress inside.

I felt so achy, so swollen for him. And my body clutched at each inch he gave me.

Dropping his body further onto me until his broad chest scoured my aroused nipples, his voice rasped against my ear. “Love giving you all of my cock. Nothin’ feels better than you.”

My legs rose to fold over his taut ass, and he began a languid pumping motion. He grunted each time he burrowed balls deep, knocking the breath right out of me. Every lunge inside pressed my deepest recesses, and I imagined I’d never get used to the full breadth and length of him.

Dropping back to his haunches, he lifted my thighs onto his elbows.

His biceps bulged.

His shoulders looked like ropes of muscle.

His red lips were ruddy, and the spectacular muscles of his chest shined with perspiration that made him hot and slippery all over. Nowhere more hot and slippery then his cock he soldered into me.

In and out, bending my legs further back.

In, out. Dropping his gaze to watch his amazing pounding inside.

I gasped, toes curling, head thrown back. I clutched his shoulders, panting, moaning. I rolled my hips up, and he stilled deep within me, groaning as I came all around him.

My belly still quivering, my insides still quaking, I looked up and said, “I want to ride you, Jude.”

His lips curled in a wicked half smile before he effortlessly rolled us until I straddled his pelvis, his cock impaling me to the deepest depths.

He reclined lazily beneath me with arms crossed behind his head when I started, but just one tight swivel of my hips as my breasts bounced and he lost his cool.

“Fuck yes. Jesus. Fuck me, babe,” he snarled.

His chin notched up. His eyes slammed shut. And I gyrated all the way to the head of his cock before slowly, slowly swirling all the way back down the wet rod of hard male flesh.

He bit his lip. His eyes cranked open. Heat radiated from his gaze to my pussy, and I rolled my hips and plucked my nipples, smiling seductively at him.

Then one of his hands was at my waist, fingers grabbing hard, the other hand on my tit, and Jude roughly impaled me on his cock over and over again.

One hot sweaty ride on a bucking hard-bodied man.

My hair flew, some tresses clinging to my neck. He mauled my breasts and growled . . . over and over again.

When Jude started slamming up into me with all his strength, my hands flew to his chest to brace myself. I cried out, the force and depth, the girth and heat impossible.

“You always make me come so fast.” He spoke in between harsh grunts and sharp breaths.

I shivered and shuddered then froze as my pussy clamped down on the thick heavy weapon he plied inside me.

Froze, with my back arched, a scream caught in my throat.

In the next instant, Jude pulled out one last time. Roaring, he hammered back inside me—catapulting another flash wave of sensation through me.

It felt like he unleashed great wads of cum, his body rocking up into me.

I opened my eyes just enough to see his brow furrowed, his lips drawn tight, his jaw clenched as he exploded and thrust, exploded and thrust. On and on.

Nothing was headier than making Jude lose all control of himself.

Nothing was more satisfying than the orgasms he wrought upon my body.

I slumped over him, my lips finding his. Our tongues exchanged the secrets of release, the secrets of the flesh, our bodies still connected in every single way possible.

I pulled back just enough to see his dark irises. My fingers fluttered over the sweat-dampened hair on his forehead then across his sharp cheekbones. His nose crinkled when I ran a fingertip down the slightly crooked bridge.

He leaned up, taking my mouth again, and his cock stirred inside me anew.

We made love again, softer and slower and even longer. In Room 27. And for one more time, everything outside ceased to exist.

It was just Jude.

And me.

Even though he didn’t know my real name.

I wallowed in his arms for as long as I dared as his breath floated across my hair and his thigh covered both of mine, hair-roughened and hard and heavy. Then I disentangled from his all-too-addictive embrace.

In the bathroom, I had a quick rinse. It took me about fifteen minutes to fix myself. Or, rather, change myself . . . into someone other than the flushed-faced woman who’d clearly spent the entire evening in a wild romp with a very talented lover.

I exited the bathroom, and Jude still lounged on the bed. He’d barely thrown a sheet over his lap, and it looked like he might’ve raked his fingers through his hair a few times. Otherwise, his lazy grin was in place, dimples deep in his cheeks.

“Why don’t you stay a little longer?” he invited.

“You know the rules.” I was all about the rules with him, because otherwise he represented big trouble.

But despite my decree, I leaned down to kiss him one last time.

“See you next Thursday?” He grasped my hand.

“Of course. ’Night, Jude.” I’ll miss you.

****

“Damn, damn, damn.”

The next morning, I careened around the house at breakneck speed, constantly checking my watch. In the shower I’d noticed bruises around my nipples—Jude’s handiwork. And instantly, my pussy grew wet. I was sore from him, and yet I wanted more. Thoughts of him were a constant distraction I couldn’t afford to indulge in.

I was going to be late for work, only half my hair was dried, and I couldn’t locate my other stiletto—the bone-colored one with the gold-tipped heel.

With a hand on the banister, I hollered back up the stairs. “Dane, Luke, Aiden! Get a move on. And has anyone seen my other high heel?”

Luke strutted across the landing, completely naked and not caring at all. At eleven years old, the boy had no modesty. “Mom, you got so many shoes, who knows?”

“Get some damn clothes on.”

“Language!” he shouted back, but he scurried into his room and shut the door.

Aiden and Dane remained sight unseen—hopefully getting ready for school, but who really knew—and I finished adjusting a belt around my waist, scanning up and down the stairs for that one missing stiletto.

Then the damn doorbell rang. I glanced at my watch again. At seven o’clock in the morning?

Better not be one of those door-to-door religious peddlers, because I was so not in the mood.

And I almost tripped over one of Aiden’s damn sneakers—size huge and the kid was only fourteen.

Slipping hair from my eyes, I called out, “We don’t want any God today!” as my three boys tumbled downstairs—roughhousing one another and generally causing their normal daily calamity.

Of course they ignored the doorbell.

In retrospect, I should’ve too.

Walking off-kilter, I yanked the front door open. And wished to hell I hadn’t.

Indigo blue eyes searched back at me. Dark stubble lined a crisp jawline. Big hand poised to knock on the door.

The sight of him on my doorstep was a shock to the system.

Jude—JUDE!—reeled back as I recoiled, until I readied to slam the door in his face.

Then his arm snaked forward to block the doorframe as his flashing bright blue eyes darkened to stormy depths.

“Hello, Cady,” he said pointedly, having somehow figured out my real name. “Or should I just keep calling you Catherine?”

Oh shit.

And the gig is up.