But nothing compares to the moment Lily slides my boxers down and my cock bounces free. She licks her lips like I’m her favourite fucking lollipop and I almost come right there just from the desire painted across her face.
I lift up just enough to gather her long hair in one hand. “That’s it, sunshine. Take me.” She lets me guide her head down and I swear my entire body ignites at the first swipe of her tongue over my tip. I don’t force anything, letting her lead her movements. But when she fills her mouth with my entire length all at once, my fingers tighten their hold on her hair. I feel her moan around my dick, and I tug gently on the silky strands. “Fuck, yeah. Oh God, you’re good at that.”
Lily’s head lifts off my length, her eyes glassy with pleasure. “Tug my hair, smack my ass, I like it Jude. I like it all.” God fucking damn that’s hot, hearing her talk like a dirty girl.
“Shit, baby,” I groan. The fact that Lily likes it a little rough doesn’t surprise me. But the fact that I like that with herdoessurprise me. After all, she’s Lily. The woman I want to protect from all the bad things she has to face. Apparently, she’s also the woman I want to fuck hard and fast.
“I’m gonna come, sunshine,” I growl when I feel lightning shoot down my spine and my dick starts to swell. I don’t care if she swallows or not, but it’s her choice. She pops off me, but her hand keeps working up and down, creating an intense friction that is doing nothing to slow down my impending orgasm.
Those stormy grey eyes meet mine again. “Good,” she says saucily. I raise my eyebrows, but she just winks and drops her head down, sucking me in deep until I hit the back of her throat.
That’s all it takes and I come with a roar, shooting into her mouth.
Chapter twenty
Lily
I lift my thumb up to wipe away a drop of Jude’s come from the corner of my lip, then suck it off. I love giving guys blowjobs; it’s a total power trip for me to witness them lose control from nothing more than my mouth and my hand.
But this was something else. Watching Jude lose it and detonate under me was powerful, intense, and humbling.
He could have any woman he wanted. And he wants me. He’s here with me.
The look he gave me when he wrapped my hair in his fist was one of reverent surprise. We might have a history of knowing each other for years, but this is the first time we’ve been anything more than friendly — not counting that magical morning after the wedding.
Even our kisses and touches since deciding to fake date have felt grounded in friendship and nothing more. At least, for me they have. He’s doing me a favour by going along with this lie, helping me save face with my horrible family, and making my nana’s wish come true. It’s a messy situation, and probably not the smartest of plans, but you can’t stop a runaway train. And that’s what this feels like.
“That was incredible.” His voice is hoarse, and I grin like a Cheshire cat.
“You’re welcome.” I’m still sitting to the side of him, my hand resting on his leg. He grabs it and brings it to his lips to kiss my knuckles. It’s so sweet, my heart swoons a little. This romantic, affectionate side of him is so unexpected, and like nothing I’ve ever had from a man before. And it’s intensified by knowing he’ll be like that even when we aren’t in bed. He’ll make a great boyfriend to some lucky woman. In just a few weeks of pretending to be with him, I’ve felt more cared for and cherished than ever.
That thought is a little scary. Because this is just pretend, but it feels more real than anything. Will I ever find this with someone who actually wants a true relationship?
“Where did you just go?”
I glance up at Jude. He doesn’t look annoyed, just concerned. How is he so in tune with me and my messed-up head?
“Nowhere. I’m here.” I crawl up beside him so I can kiss his lips. But Jude has other plans. Showing off his athletic prowess and insane strength, out of nowhere, he grabs my legs and lifts me over him so I’m basically sitting on his chest. My hands fall to the pillow on either side of his head as I bend in half so I can keep kissing him.
“Those aren’t the lips I want, sunshine.” Jude’s hands land on my ass, and he pushes me up toward his head.
I grab the headboard, heart pounding. Despite my experience, I’ve never once had a guy want to do this. And Jude isn’t asking. He’s telling. God, that’s hot.
He grips the edges of my thong and stares up at me. “Hope you aren’t attached to these.”
I’m still shaking my head as he tears them off. Mark that down as another first for me. Holy. Hell. Then his beard is nuzzling between my thighs, the scratchy feeling a delicious tease.
My head falls forward, my hair cascading around like a curtain as I stare down at his head buried between my legs. And when his tongue swipes up my slit the first time, I’m transported to another freaking planet.
“Ohmygod. Yes.” I hold myself perfectly still, letting Jude grip my ass, and pull me down to meet his mouth. His tongue dives into my pussy, swirling and licking every fold, nibbling, and sucking. I’m so used to guys heading straight for my clit to get me off as quickly as possible, but not Jude. He takes his time. The anticipation, the build, it’s almost too much. “Jude, please. Please, I need to come.” I’m begging and I don’t care. Apparently, neither does he. I feel him shake his head, the brush of his whiskers making me moan.
Finally, after what feels like forever with him tormenting me using light flicks of his tongue, his lips latch onto my clit, and I feel him slide two thick fingers inside. Slowly, he thrusts them in and out. I need him to curl them over and find my G-spot, but he doesn’t. For someone who normally comes quite easily, the way he’s playing my body and stretching it out is the most exquisite form of torture.
“Fuck!” I cry out, my hips rocking into his touch. I reach down and grip his hair, needing to anchor myself to him. “Oh God. Right there. Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.” My body starts to writhe over him, the movements completely out of my control. I’m chasing an orgasm that promises to be like nothing I’ve ever experienced, but he’s holding me back, right at the edge.
“Jude, please, I’m so close.” My voice takes on a keening sound, pure desperation lacing my words.
“Now.”
