Jude had the clear advantage here, seeing as I had just one primary piece of clothing for him to contend with, and this gave him a lot of time to pinch my nipples through my bra. Then again, maybe the advantage was mine.
"Come here," he growled at the same time as I fought with the last few buttons, saying, "Just let me finish!"
He abandoned my nipples to yank the shirt over his head. Before I could comment on that, he spun me around to face the wall. "It's cute that you think I have the patience to stand here while you politely undo every button. Just fucking adorable."
He grabbed the band of my bra, jerking me back just enough that my backside connected with his hard shaft. The way he groaned into my shoulder lit up everything inside me. I rocked against him and his hips answered with a ragged, rutting pace.He wrapped an arm around my waist, holding me in my place while he growled, while he kissed and nipped at my neck.
"Fuck, Audrey, what are you doing to me?"
Maybe it was strange to say that I was proud of myself for turning him on and making him feral but Iwasproud. It'd been a long time since sex had been a mutual exchange of pleasure. Since it'd been fun. And it'd been even longer since I'd felt desirable and worth being desired.
"What do you want me to do?" I asked.
Jude dragged his fingers up my spine and with a quick flick, had my bra flying to the floor. My panties were quick to follow. "Anything, baby. Anything at all."
I flattened my hands on the wall as he ran a hand down to my waist and over my backside. Then lower. With that broad palm and those incredible fingers of his, he cupped me between my legs in a manner I could only describe as vulgar. Rude, even. Like this was the only part of me that existed and he'd do with it as he pleased.
He dragged a finger down my slit. It was wet. Audibly so. The noise he made was—oh. Oh, yes. That was when I recognized his touch as vulgar and rude but more than any of that, it was possessive.
And he confirmed it when he delivered a fast, hard slap to my mound and growled, "Tonight, this belongs to me."
No one would think to call me sexy or sensual. I wasn't coy. I didn't know how to say seductive things. Any attempts at being naughty usually resulted in significant embarrassment for all involved.
It came as an epic shock when I reached back, gripped his shaft through his pants, and said, "And this belongs to me."
I couldn't even believe I'd managed to speak with himslapping my pussy. Let alone claiming his cock for myself. I'd never, ever manage such a flawless response ever again.
With a hand tangled in my hair, he said, "We're in agreement."
He scooped me up, carried me the last few steps to the bed, and set me down on the edge. A lamp glowed from the dresser but otherwise the room was dark. It felt right. Comfortable. The last thing I wanted was every light in the room shining on my bare skin.
Stepping between my parted legs, he brushed some hair away from my face and over my shoulder. His belt was long gone and I'd managed to open the button but that was it as far as his bottom half went.
"You're so fucking beautiful." The words rushed out in a huff. "Do you even understand that?"
I pushed his pants and boxers down just enough to reach inside and wrap my hand around him. His head dropped back as he growled out a groan and that silly, stupid pride of mine exploded. I was positive there was nothing I couldn't do.
I shimmied the pants and boxers down the rest of the way and then dragged my tongue over the head of his cock. I heard him pull in a broken breath and I felt his entire body pull tight but I was too busy teasing him between my lips to pay much attention.
He gripped my hair as I sucked him deeper, twisting it around his palm as he murmuredYesandBaby, pleaseandWhat are you fucking doing to me?
I liked that last one a lot.
I couldn't take him very deep without feeling like I was going to gag. Since I really didn't want to gag, I kept it shallow while stroking him from the base to my lips. He dropped his free hand to my shoulder and then slid it up to my neck. He held me like that, his palm on my throat, his fingers at my nape, and his thumb pressed to my cheek. I didn't know if he could feel himself through my cheek but I liked the idea that he could.
"This," he ground out, "isn't what I had in mind for us. But I can't bring myself to stop. Goddamn. You're so fucking good at this." I peered up at him as I pulled him deep, as I hollowed out my cheeks. "Oh, fuck, look at you. Just fucking look at you."
When my fist connected with his base on the next stroke, he curled a hand around my wrist, holding me in place. He took a step back, retreating from my mouth only far enough for his cockhead to rest between my lips. He pointed to the bed and let out a harsh, wild sound that probably made the neighbors wonder what kind of animal I had in here.
I scrambled to the middle of the mattress. Did not even care how I looked doing it.
The bed had already been turned down by the housekeeping service. That made it easier to peel back the blankets but then I was there, waiting with nothing but the need thrumming through me while Jude stared from beside the bed.
"I know I need to get a condom," he said eventually. "I keep telling myself you'll be right there when I come back but I don't believe it yet."
I held out a hand to him. "You don't need a condom. I can't get pregnant."
"You're sure?"
