CHAPTER EIGHT

Jude

 

 

 

I SPUN CADY TOWARD me, capturing her gasp with my lips. The kiss was unrestrained, all twisting tongues and clashing teeth. Her fingers rammed into my hair, yanking me closer, and I hitched her up high against me.

Breaking free with a groan, I left her just long enough to flick off the water in the tub. Hot steam poured around us, rising from the surface of the bath, clinging to my skin.

When I straightened, Cady was right there. Her lips latched onto my throat, fingers grappling with the bottom of my shirt. I stood back to fling my shirt aside and release the catch on her bra.

With her breasts freed, I hungrily, almost viciously, attacked the swaying mounds. I pulled one nipple to the roof of my mouth, suckling roughly and stroking across the other high pink peak. She tossed her head back, her moan loud and echoing through the misty room.

I took her lips again, twisting her hair in my hands, holding her head still. Angling her neck and cupping her ass and licking deep inside her mouth until her hips rocked against my absolutely engorged cock.

I set Cady down on the side of the tub where she looked incredibly tempting. Moisture shimmered all over her tits and belly, and her hazel eyes had darkened to tarnished gold green. Kneeling in front of her, I kissed her delicate chin, the pulse in her neck. I licked a path down to the swells of her engorged nipples, slurping and lapping. Lifting her a little, I quickly discarded her panties.

And then I spread her thighs wide so she was decadently naked and perched on the edge of the bath.

“Hold onto my shoulders. Don’t want you slipping.”

She nodded, hands roaming up from my forearms while I pressed her legs even wider.

Her succulent pussy lips spread, her clit a tempting rose-colored morsel up at the top, a slippery sheen of arousal smeared all over her smooth skin.

“Fuck yes. This is all I want.” My voice deep and harsh, I stared at the luscious cunt in front of me.

I had no patience to tease her. I had no patience to make her wait until she begged for my face against her slit.

Clenching her thighs in a tight grip, I lunged tongue first. I smothered her pussy with my lips, my nose brushing against her clitoris, my tongue drilling and swishing inside to scoop up her cream.

Her taste. Her pleasure. Her need. She was irresistible.

I had to have more.

Banding an arm around her waist, I drew her closer to me until I held her against my face.

“Oh, God. Please!” Her knees rose up to my sides.

Her fingernails scratched to the back of my neck.

Lapping in long strokes that ended with a circle around her clit, I swiveled my face from side to side. She was sodden, her wetness smeared all over my chin and cheeks, coating my mouth, clinging to my tongue.

I held her against me, lashing at her, eating her, growling into her aroused pink flesh until all I heard beyond the roar of blood in my ears were her smoky calls of release.

Taking her down slowly, I set her back onto the side of the tub. I unlocked her thighs and opened them again. I withdrew a little, just enough to look up into her flushed face then down at the swollen wet pink of her well-used cunt. Then I bent my head to kiss one thigh then the other before languidly licking the last of her essence.

Cady pushed me back.

“Wha—” I started to ask.

“Stand up.” She slipped down onto the floor.

I gulped, so fucking hard I wasn’t sure I’d be able to get my dick out of my pants if this was headed the way I hoped it was. With Cady down on the floor in front of me, completely naked, I was in for an incredible blowjob.

She ripped through the button fly, yanking, yanking, yanking at my jeans.

She started licking me as soon as the base of my cock appeared, moaning and impatient.

She leaned back, cursing, when my jeans got stuck.

I tugged them down, down, down, and when my dick finally sprang free, a splatter of clear precum landed on her cheek.

Her hand circled me immediately. “I missed your cock, Jude.”

My indrawn breath turned into a sharp raw hiss when she pursed her lips and engulfed the head. After that first entry into her sleek hot mouth, the blowjob was hasty and hot and wet and loud.

I sounded like a wild animal with every long low groan.

I smeared my thumb across her over-stretched lips, and watched her try to form a smile.

I could’ve gone cross-eyed, fucking staring at the sex kitten momma gobbling my cock, licking and loving it.

Cady fucked me with her mouth in a sloppy, slurping, wicked wet rhythm, saliva dripping all over my tool. Veins rippling all over my shaft. Spears of lust spiking all over my body.

My cockhead swelled until it was drum-tight and dark purple. My balls swung back and forth, and I wanted to get deep enough down her throat so they banged and slapped against her chin.

It felt like Cady wanted the same damn thing

“Yes, babe. Fuck yes. Suck that cock. Gonna paint your face in cum.” My quads flexed, my hands tangled in her hair, my hips kicked out as I plunged ever deeper.

Her moan vibrated to my ’nads, setting off a chain reaction of desperate sensation.

Then distantly I heard a door bang downstairs.

Louder and less distant, the sound of Dane yelling, “Mooooom! Luke’s buck-ass naked again!”

Cady popped off my cock. “Oh Christ!”

She jumped up immediately, snatched a cloth from the rack. She wiped at her face where drops of precum and saliva dotted her mouth. And Jesus, her lips were stained dark pink and really friggin’ swollen.

“Fuck.” I stuffed my painfully hard erection into my jeans as fast as possible, wincing because I’d been on the edge of exploding.

“Shitshitshit,” Cady mumbled, dragging a robe around her body and fastening it at the waist.

Grabbing my shirt, I blew out a big breath, thankful the shirttails were long enough to cover my obvious straining erection.

We hustled downstairs. I didn’t know what Cady was gonna say, but I hoped she had something because I was flustered as fuck and still unbelievably turned on.

I cleared my throat to try to make my voice sound normal. Cady patted down her hair, missing a snarled spot in the back.

In the downstairs hallway, we caught Dane mid towel-flick against Luke’s bare ass.

“We were just—” Cady began when the two youngest boys’ eyes swung to us.

“There was a leak in your mom’s bathroom.” I finished her sentence.

Aiden barely spared us a glance, nose stuck in his iPhone.

Dane—the shrewd little dude—looked suspicious.

Then I lost my train of thought altogether ’cause, yep, Luke was busy waving his little penis around.

“He does this a lot?” I murmured to Cady.

“He thinks he’s king of the locker room . . . all the time.”

“Aaaand that’s why jocks get a bad rap.” I hooked a dubious eyebrow in Luke’s direction. “Hey, kid.” I snapped my fingers to get his attention. “Maybe stop streaking until your pecker gets bigger?”

Dane cackled loudly.

Aiden remained unimpressed by everyone and everything.

“Whatever.” Luke whipped his big beach towel around his waist, not giving a fuck.

“Go get cleaned up and ready for dinner. Finish your homework,” Cady called out as they scattered. “And don’t forget to hang up your towels!”

As soon as they scampered upstairs, Cady sighed.

Then she glared. “That was way too close, Jude.”

I took a leaf from Luke’s book, shrugging in whatever mode.

“Never again,” she hissed.

“Uh huh. Do you need anything else before I head out?”

“I most definitely do not.” Her scathing tone made me chuckle.

“Hmmm.” I nabbed her hand in a loose hold. “I sure do.”

Her gaze flew to my groin, and yep, I was still hard.

“I’m sorry,” she eked out.

I tipped up her chin “Oh, don’t be, darlin’. I’m here for you. All for you.”

“Jude . . .”

I released her hand. “So, I’ll be at the hotel tonight. I know you must have a regular babysitter for all those nights you met up with me. Call them. Be there.”

I ambled to the door.

“You’ll be wasting your time,” she said, quiet but firm.

****

I’d gone to the hotel.

I’d waited in Room 27.

I’d been disappointed when Cady didn’t show but not at all surprised.

I knew she was stubborn enough to stick to her guns. But that was okay. I’d play her long game. I was nothing if not an excellent strategist.

That didn’t mean I wasn’t pissed off by her insistence we’d never fuck again . . . that we’d never be more than a good lay with no strings attached.

And I was still horny for the woman especially since I’d had her hot and naked just hours earlier.

So when I got home, my mood was less than stellar. I made my way up the outside stairs with heavy stomps, then my entrance to the house with a loud bang of the screen door on the porch.

Followed by yet another slam of the inside door, acting as sullen as Aiden whenever his younger brothers brought up that whole fapping thing.

“Long day?” Dad sat in his leather recliner, clicking the channels between—if I had to guess—news, NFL, and NCAA football.

“Ha!” That was the first question I’d ever asked Cady.

“This got to do with Cady?” he asked, as if he knew what he was talking about.

“She’s a . . . she’s a . . .”

“Quite a lady.”

“A pain in my everything!” I opened the door and booted it shut one more time just for good measure.

“Since you’re home early on a Thursday for the first time since I can remember . . .”

I stared at Dad as his clever observation petered to a stop, wondering what he’d already figured out.

He tapped the TV clicker a couple more times before sliding a sly glance my way. “Yeah, since you’re home early, how about playin’ some dominoes?”

Shaking my head, I laughed while he heaved up from his chair and steadied himself on his cane. He shuffled to the kitchen, opened the fridge, pulled out a six pack he set on the bar.

“What? Not Jenga?” I grabbed two beers, popped the tops, and poured his into one of his cups.

“What’s that thing old folks play?”

“Golf?”

Dad snickered, accepting his cup. “Croquet?”

“Go Fish.”

“Old Maid.”

Skunk clattered over to me, tail wagging so hard it hit me on my leg with a thwap thwap.

“You take Skunk out tonight?” The dog with the mottled fur coat slobbered all over my hand, long tongue lapping at my palm.

“Sure did. Ran rings around him too.” Dad’s hand shaking, he brought his drink to his lips, but his eyes remained steady on me. “You ever get tired of being a bachelor, Jude?”

“I think you know the answer to that.”

“Then never quit.”

“I don’t intend to.” And so everything was on the table between us with not one single word said out loud.