Page 93 of UNAwere

‘Sybbie…’ Jude’s sitting up in bed already. It’s like he knows without me having to tell him.

‘I’m sorry…’ It’s hard to talk with how much I’m trembling. ‘I-I just…’

‘Hey.’ He gets up and comes to me, but I shake my head and take a step backwards.

‘I know how hard it was for you last time. I-I don’t want you to have to do that again.’

His nostrils flare. ‘Sybbie, this isn’t about me. It’s about you. What you’re comfortable with, what you want, and what you need. I’m willing to help you if you want me to.’

I can feel myself losing control. All rational sense leaving the cavity of my skull. And I hear, somewhere deep down, my primal side rejoice.

Because I can smell him. And he’s in reach. And he’s mine.

And it seems to be happening to Jude, too. Something unseen, linking us both together, connecting us on a wavelength I don’t even recognise. In the dim light, I can see his pupils have blown, and he’s breathing raggedly, his chest hitching.

I shrug out of my shirt, and something within me sighs at the look on his face when he sees me bared to him.

‘Get on the bed,’ he orders, his voice tinged with an edge that floods my veins with pleasure.

I don’t hesitate, crawling across the bed and bending low, angling my arse up towards him. I hear him make a deep sound in his chest, and when he touches me, my entire body flares, and I arch against him, whining. He grips me tight, holding me against his chest like he did the last time. His mouth brushes against my ear, nipping my lobe, and my eyes roll back.

‘Like last time,’ he says, as if he needs to. To drill it into the both of us that this can’t go any further than it has already.

He’s drawing a line in the sand, and it’s to the point of helping me help myself through my heat. No more, no less.

I moan in frustration, shaking my head against his shoulder.

‘Sybbie,’ he says, voice firm. ‘Obey me.’

He grips my hand, trailing it down my stomach, and the feeling is enough to snap me out of my tantrum. I sigh, opening my legs wider, allowing him to guide my hand to my pussy. My two fingers sink in easily, and I bite down on my tongue until I taste blood, canting my hips desperately.

Jude lets out a soft noise, running his nose along the curve of my shoulder, breathing me in. His exhale shakes against my skin, and he lets out another noise, gruff, low, signalling the slow loss of his control.

‘Good girl,’ he says, and I shiver at the tone in his voice. ‘I can hear how much your pussy wants this cock.’

‘Give it to me,’ I whisper, so desperate for it, I’m close to sobbing.

‘I can’t, Red.’ It sounds like it truly agonises him to say it.

He helps plunge my fingers deeper, and the sensation of needing to be filled wanes, but only slightly. I need thicker. Larger. More.

‘Do you have a toy?’ he murmurs, kissing my shoulder.

I nod, hiccupping. I’d brought my toy with me because I couldn’t bear the embarrassment of Maeve or Nolan finding it in my room.

‘It’s… in my… suitcase.’

Briggs goes to leave, and I almost scream.

‘No, please, don’t leave, please.’

He pins me to the bed, coming over me, and licks a long stripe up my throat. My eyes roll back, and I feel the walls of my pussy clench around my fingers.

‘I’ll be thirty seconds. Keep touching that gorgeous pussy, sweetheart.’

I whimper, watching him as he leaves the room. It seems like longer than thirty seconds, while I desperately try to get myself to another release. But it feels nothing like what it feels like with him, and I need him back, against me, his cock plunging deep.

Jude returns, shivering from the cold, my toy in his hand. If I were in a better state, I’d blush, but the sight only makes me moan and spread my legs for him.