“I really like you.” The confession rolls of my tongue.
“I really like you, too.” He curls into my side, holding me tightly to him, and kisses my forehead.
“Thank you for leaving a light on for me,” I say as my eyes drift closed, sleep taking me under faster than ever before.
11
RONNIE
When my eyes pop open, early morning light is creeping through the windows, a concept that has me blinking rapidly only to slam my lids shut. It’s too bright compared to the blackout curtain I’m used to at home. There’s also Jude, who happens to be lying on top of me. Well, not completely, half his body weight seems to be on the mattress and the other on me. I have no idea who gravitated towards whom, but honestly, it doesn’t matter.
“Go back to sleep, Foxy.” Jude’s voice in my ear causes me to shiver. I also wiggle beneath him, scooting further in bed, and realize just how much on top of me he is.Is that what I think it is?I ask myself. Surely, I would have noticed before, specifically last night when he stood near the bed, wearing the same thing he is right now.
“Um, Jude, I have a question.” He adjusts himself, dragging the underside of his cock along the seam of my center.His lips blaze a path along my neck until he meets my pulse, where he sucks the skin with a deep pull, enough to leave a mark. My leg wraps around him, and my open thighs allow him more room to slowly shift his hips.
“The answer is yes.” I can feel Jude’s hard length, along with what I think is a piercing I’ve never experience before, through my sleep shorts.
“You don’t even know my question.” I gasp, trying to remain calm when he drags what I think is a frenum piercing along my slit. Jude surprises me at every turn, though I’m not sure when this conversation would come up. And every time I’ve rubbed against him thus far, we’ve been completely clothed. Well, more clothed than we are now, at least.
“Foxy, hush. Let go and feel me.” He wedges completely between my legs.Right, turn your mind off, Veronica. Don’t think about Jude’s cock being pierced, how it would feel with zero barriers.The thought of the cold metal touching my hot, wet center makes my toes curl. There’s also how one goes about taking a pierced dick to the back of your throat. Jude’s infatuation with my ass almost makes me pause in turning my brain off. How the fucking hell?
“It seems I’m not doing enough to get you out of your head.” He moves from one side of my neck to the other, sucking and biting my skin. I’m sure I’ll have a ring of bruises wrapped around where a choker necklace would usually sit.
“It’s not my fault. It’s your piercing.” I hook my feet around the small of Jude’s back, locking my ankles, and raisemy hips. He lifts his head, hands pressing down on either side of my head, as he rocks against me even more.
“Wait until you really feel it.” He redoubles his efforts, pulling back before moving forward. Between the head of his cock and what I’m realizing is a metal barbell that’s sliding along my center, I’m shockingly close already. “Best goddamn way to wake up is with you beneath me, Foxy. I like it. I like it a fucking lot.” His eyes are hooded, from either sleep or hunger or a mixture of both. Dark brown hair is tousled from sleep, lines from the sheets have creased his cheeks, and when he bites his plush bottom lip, I’m more than ready for more.
“Jude, don’t stop. Please don’t stop.” Except he has. He’s hovering above me, looking his fill. I can only imagine what he sees. My breathing is ragged, the swells of my breasts are nearly bursting over the top, and that’s exactly where his gaze is locked on.
“Never.” His mouth lands on mine, and there’s nothing slow about this kiss. He nudges at my lips with his tongue, our breathing mingles, and our tongues brush along the other’s. Every movement is rushed, including the way Jude works himself between my legs. The tension builds as our kiss turns more passionate with each caress, and Jude’s movements become more deliberate, both of us searching for that high.
“Oh god, Jude.” He moves away from my mouth, peppering kisses along my heated flesh. Through it all, he curls his hips, hitting that spot harder while taking the curve of my breast in his mouth.
“Fuck me, Foxy. You’re close already. My mouth hasn’teven gotten the slightest taste of you, and you’re more than ready. This hot body rubbing against me all night, your hot pussy grinding on me, it’s a miracle I kept my hands to myself.”
“Jude.” My nails dig into his shoulders, and I arch my back, silently begging him to attach his mouth to my nipples. His dirty words, the way he’s not letting up, it won’t be long until I’m coming all over him.
“Wish like hell you were naked, but that’d mean I’d have to stop, and that’s not gonna happen.” His nose nudges my top down until one breast is out in the open, and he doesn’t stutter in his task. He licks my nipple, starting at the tip before circling my pinkened skin. The moment he wraps his lips around me, pulling deeply, my hips tilt up, and my clit pulses.
“Jude, god, Jude.” My eyes close, and my body tightens. An out-of-this-world experience rushes through me, one I could never have prepared for. No amount of toys, my fingers, or people in my past could ever compare to what Jude does to me.
“My Foxy, look at you falling apart in my bed, right before my eyes.” I hear his voice, the rawness, and when I look at Jude, I can see he’s holding himself back. He’s on his knees, hands gripping the tops of my thighs, thumbs dangerously close to my core. Jesus, why do we still have our clothes on again?
I’m unsure why he isn’t doing something, anything to take care of his hard dick. He’s biting down on his lip so hard I’m surprised he hasn’t broken the skin. His muscles are pulled taut, and when I scan down the length of his torso,the head of his cock is peeking out. I whimper, lifting myself up, hands sliding from his shoulders down to his chest, feeling each dip and curve of well-defined form. I draw a line with the tip of my finger along the light dusting of hair along his happy trail but barely get any further before his hand stops me.
“I want to make you feel good, too.” He stays deep in thought, and my mind starts spinning. Maybe he’s worried I’ll get scared when my eyes land on his thick dick with his piercing. I’m not. If anything, I’m excited. I want to wrap the palm of my hand around his length. I want to know what it’s like to taste him, to watch him come undone exactly like he’s watching me.
“This was for you. Next time, you can have your way with me. Plus, we have less than an hour before we need to be at the festival for our tattoos, and what I want you to do to me, we’ll need a lot longer than that.” He hops off the bed with an agility I wish I had. Okay, maybe not all the muscles he’s packing, because seriously, my man is ripped, and not in like a beef stack, take steroids kind of way. You can tell it’s more of a mix of working with his hands and incorporating weights and cardio at a gym.
“Oh.” I purse my lips, sit up in bed, and adjust my top to tuck in my breast that Jude had his mouth on moments earlier.
“It’ll also include you being naked. You don’t have to put yourself back together for me, Foxy. I like you undone, writhing on my dick and moaning my name.” Jude cups his dick, fisting it. It does nothing to help matters when it comes to our mutual craving for one another. My core aches withemptiness, attempting to grasp at something but only receiving air. I’m ready to no call, no show the tattoo appointment, sayfuck itto the concert, and stay in the van and only come up for air for food and water.
“That can happen right now.” I pull the string of my top down a bit only slid it up my shoulder when he got out of bed.
“Nope, I’m taking a cold-as-fuck shower. Then I’ll feed you and get us to our appointment.” Clearly, there’s no changing his mind. I’m tempted to pout or strip down naked. The way he’s holding himself back tells me he’d probably still remain stoic.
“Fine,” I concede, and he shoots a smirk my way before leaving the small room. When he gives me his back, every delectable inch of him is there for me to admire, and with each step he takes, my eyes stay on him. I take in the intricate tattoos, each one telling a story. Some I can decipher, others I’m left thinking about.
