“You know, I think you might have to do the work. I’m too tired.” He patted the mattress next to him.
This felt like a trap.
I sat down, but not where he’d patted.
“We can just sleep.” The words surprised even me. We’d only been in bed together twice and just slept, unless I’d been on my period. There had always been that voice telling me I needed to try, needed him to come inside me, just in case that was the night when I’d conceive.
“I’m not that tired. I’m still a bit high from the game.” His words did sound a bit sleepy though. “I didn’t think it’d go that well.”
I shifted closer to him, his hand landing on my thigh, sliding up and down it. Delicious shivers cascaded over my skin.
"You might need to help me get some of these clothes off.” I tugged at the jeans he’d worn to the restaurant where he’d ingested two fillet steaks, chips, veggies and a huge dessert that was meant to be shared between two people, but Jude kept to himself.
Nicky hadn’t eaten much less.
He lifted his hips and unbuttoned his jeans, kicking them off onto the floor. His cock was already hard, pressing against his underwear and fighting to escape it. I willed it to break free.
I’d become fascinated with Jude’s cock over the last few weeks, spending far too much time looking at it, seeing how it moved differently depending what I did or what he was looking at.
Now seemed like a good time to experiment further, given he was tired, or at least pretending to be.
I straddled over his legs, pulling my slip off and taking off my bra. His cock pressed harder against his underwear in response and I knew without looking exactly where his eyes were. Then I pulled down his underwear, releasing the beast. He lifted his hips again and then sat up, pulling off his sweater.
“Feels wrong having clothes on the top when I’ve got nothing on the bottom.” He lay back down again, now completely naked.
I pressed my palm against his cock, feeling it harden further, before rubbing it up and down.
Jude groaned, his hand stretching out to cup my breast. “That feels good already.”
I thought for a moment, deciding what to do. He liked it when I was on top. He liked it when he was on top, or behind or standing up and against the wall. Jude liked sex.
What he hadn’t had a lot of since we’d started our assignment was oral. I knew why; we were trying to make a baby and babies weren’t made from jizz that was shot down your throat, but I wanted tonight to be about him.
Which made me question exactly where we stood. Was this just about having a baby together, or was there more to it?
I paused that thought at the same time as I took the tip of his cock in my mouth, running my tongue around the head, enjoying the groan Jude made, his hand taking hold of a fistful of hair and pulling on it slightly.
“You don’t need to do this,” he hissed.
I responded by taking more of him in my mouth, as deep as I could, using my hand at the base.
“This is fucking amazing.” His hips started to move, but he didn’t seize control, letting me set the pace and the depth.
I kept up the rhythm, feeling his balls tightening when I cupped them, pulling slightly on them, my name escaping from his lips.
It wasn’t power I was feeling full of, it was something else, something I didn’t want to put a name to right now.
“Neva, are you wet?” Jude’s words sounded strained. He was nearly at the end.
I was wet. Seeing him play on the pitch and his elation at scoring had been more of an aphrodisiac than I’d thought it could be.
I released his cock from my mouth. “Yes.”
That was all he needed.
He moved from under me, flipping me over and pulling my underwear down and off. “I want to come inside you and not just because I want to get you pregnant, I just want to fuck you bare and fill you up. Is that okay?”
I nodded.
