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My head nods quickly, with zero input for my brain, and my mouth opens. My tongue pokes out, and this is somuch, oh god, I’m a puppet on his strings, so embarrassing, but Jude doesn’t mock me for a second. A hiss escapes between his teeth, and his face is stark with hunger as he aims his shaft for my mouth.
As soon as the head rubs over my tongue, I close my lips around him with a moan. Tastes sogood.Salty and perfect.
So right.
My head bobs for him, my spit slicking up his shaft. Those pained little grunts of pleasure Jude’s making—this is how things should be.
At last.
“Fuck,” he says, hands fisting in my hair. He’s not gentle, and that’s perfect too, because the slight twinge of pain keeps me rooted, keeps this real. “Oh,fuck,Violet. That mouth. That hot little mouth.”
He’s thrusting steadily, frowning down with pure focus. Our ragged breaths fill the air. My cheeks hollow as I suck, and I’ve never been so wet and achy in my life. I’m so swollen between my legs, I can’t bear to sit back on my heels.
So. Good.
And I’d happily do this for hours, would happily suck and suck all night long, floating in this dream state, but Jude curses abruptly and pulls out with a pop, a string of spit glistening between his cock and my lower lip. I sway on my knees, gasping for breath.
“Alright.” Jude joins me on the rug, two angry slashes of red on his cheekbones, and he crowds me back until I tip onto my ass, giggling. “You’re going to do this, sweetheart. You’re going to beg for me. Come on, you can do it.”
And I know I was embarrassed before, so ashamed for wanting this; I know I thought I’d never be able to go through with it. Could never beg my rival for his cock.
But I didn’t account for the terrible ache between my legs.
Didn’t account for the giddy, floaty feeling that sucking him would give me.
Didn’t account for how warm and happy andfreeI’d feel at the mercy of Jude Jenkins, and the fierce pride he’d show in me at every step of the way. This is heaven.
So it’s easy to let him crowd me back, propping my weight on my hands behind me. It’s easy to gaze up at my arch enemy, and hook my legs around his hips, and urge him toward me with my heels, my silken dress pooling around us in a silvery puddle.
“Please,” I say, smiling as a shudder rolls through Jude’s whole body. He loves this too, you know. We’re perfectly matched in every way. “Please, Jude. Please fuck me. I need it. I need it so, so badly.”
Eight
Jude
Hearing Violet Moore beg for my cock is the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard. How have I survived without it for so long? All I know is the world has been in dull gray-scale, and now it’s bursting into bright technicolor. Angels blow tiny trumpets high up in the clouds.
Of course I’m going to give it to her.
Of course I’m going to make her feel good.
Nothing else matters in the whole goddamn universe except making Violet’s toes curl, and making her voice hoarse from screaming my name. Obviously.
When I prowl forward, flipping her dress up and lining our bodies together, she’s already soaking wet. Already whimpering, her hips rocking up to meet mine.
I slide her cream lace thong to one side, thumb skimming over the trimmed dark strip of hair on her mound. And Violet quivers, her thick thighs dropping wider for me, her head tilting back with a sigh. She’s so responsive, wound so tight that asingle brush of my fingertip is enough to make her whole body clench and roll.
“You’re mine,” I tell her, rubbing my bare shaft along her seam. I’m already slicked up with her spit, already shiny and wet and so hard it hurts, but there’s no way I’m rushing this. No way I’ll rushher.“Violet? You’re mine.”
“I—I know.” She’s nodding along, her bottom lip bitten red. Pearly white teeth sink into that plump lip, and I trace her mouth with my thumb, then nudge past her lips until she sucks me to the second knuckle, her eyes glazed with pleasure.
Her tongue swirls around me, and her cheeks hollow.
Christ.
Gritting my teeth, I count backward from ten. Are you listening, universe? I will not, I repeat, willnotfinally get Violet Moore to beg for this, then embarrass myself in two minutes flat. Not happening.
But I’m overheating under my clothes, and my muscles are tense on my bones. My heart’s thumping hard enough to bruise, and there’s a knife of pleasure stabbing in my gut.
