“Why would you?” He licked at my stomach, the flick of his tongue making my toes curl in anticipation of where he’d do that next. “You have a squad of players to take control over, and I’m one of the pains in everyone’s arses.”
“No, you’re not.” I breathed the words out as he gave a long lick over my pussy, my legs parting wider. “Everyone loves you.”
He looked up at me as he started to devour between my legs, his eyes staying on mine as he licked and tasted, his tongue working magic as he flicked at my clit.
I lifted myself up on my hands, watching him through glazed eyes as my body became pliant and needy, completely at his mercy.
The boyish expression he usually wore had been replaced with one that was nothing short of deadly. This was the same look he had when he was determined to win a match, focused on one goal. Right now, that goal was me.
I came hard and forcefully, Jude’s hands the only thing that stopped my hips from bucking up off the mattress.
He didn’t stop, his mouth becoming softer, less rushed until my orgasm subsided, leaving me with the need to have him inside me, urgently.
“I want you to fuck me.” I must look like a wanton woman, lying spent on the bed, naked, still asking for more.
The devil smiled, kneeing up on the mattress, slowly pushing down his sweats. His cock pressed against the material, looking like it was trying to break free.
My nipples hardened again, a new wave of need surging through my body, directed at where I wanted Jude most.
His grin was hungry, his movements too slow as he pushed down his sweats, ridding himself of them, his cock erect and huge.
My legs parted more, giving him a view that he took, his eyes darkening.
“I need a condom.” He fisted his cock, the pre-cum glistening at the tip.
Part of me wanted to flip myself over and crawl to him, to take his cock greedily in my mouth and feel him at the back of my throat, but I was too selfish, wanting him inside me. “Bedside table.” I lazily pointed to which one.
We’d never not used a condom. I knew Jude wasn’t sleeping with anyone else – I knew I was the only secret he’d ever kept, or so it seemed – but I wasn’t on any birth control. In the last few months, I’d spent the days before my period was due in a state of half-anxiety, wanting it to arrive.
And also not wanting.
Which wasn’t fair.
He nodded, reaching over to the bedside table and pulling open a drawer, one he knew well. He took a foil square, opening it carefully before sheathing himself, covering his cock with a gossamer layer.
I hated using them, for many reasons, none of which I’d explained to Jude. They stopped me from feeling him – all of him; they stopped me from becoming pregnant; they made it feel less intimate. All of those were valid.
They also stopped him from getting too close.
Jude positioned his cock at my entrance, lifting one of my legs with each hand. My body clenched as he pushed inside of me, welcoming the intrusion, the movement, the friction.
Our moans mingled, a few early fireworks crackling outside which made me laugh and him shake his head. I watched him as his body loomed over mine, taking possession of everything I was for these few minutes.
He knew me well enough by now to instinctively know what to do to make me come. The rhythm, the speed, the force, how to tilt his hips to hit the spot that I knew would get me to that finish line.
I knew my body better now in my thirties than I had ten years ago. I had more confidence in it, fewer hang ups, knew what I liked and was happy to try new things without feeling like I was auditioning for a porn film.
What had surprised me was how easily Jude had learned all that about me too, and how upfront he was about what he liked, using his words to tell me what he enjoyed, what he wanted to try and asking me what felt good.
Maybe his generation was just made differently.
Or maybe it was just him.
I watched his face, his blue eyes focused only on me, his body tensing as he moved, holding back his own ending while I found mine.
It came easily, a tip of his hips, his eyes on my tits, his rough words telling me how fucking good I felt wrapped around his cock – I came hard again, a rush of wetness and hard, fast throbs.
Jude said my name, his head tipped back and his cock thickening. I felt him pulse, his release emptying into the condom, before he lowered himself down and kissed me again, long, slow kisses while he stayed inside me, my legs wrapping around his waist, holding him there.
