Page 96 of UNAwere

‘Harder.’

His mouth hardens against me, until his teeth are on my skin again, and he’s sucking so hard I’m certain he’s drawing blood. His hand comes around, taking mine, and lowering it down to my clit. He makes me touch myself again, and I moan against the feeling of his cock against my arse, my fingers on my clit, and his mouth sucking my glands.

‘Sybbie, yes,’ he gasps against my skin. ‘Oh, honey, you smell so fucking good. Your pussy is dripping for me, and all I want to do is eat it until you’re coming around my tongue.’

I scream into the pillows as I come, and he groans, collapsing against me, his hips stuttering against my arse. And I realise he’s coming, too. I can smell him. I can smell his pleasure, and I want to taste it.

Before I know it, I’m thrusting myself up, flipping us over until I’m on top. My hands sink below the waistband of his pants.

Jude groans, back arching. ‘Fuck.’

I grip his cock, and it’s still hard, and it’s big, and it’s swollen.

I’m frenzied. I wrap my hand around it, collecting the cum that’s dripping from its head. And then I pull my hand back out and lick it from my fingers.

Jude stares at me as I do, panting, groaning.

I moan. He tastes incredible. And I need more. I lean down and capture his open lips with my tongue, sucking them into my mouth. Jude groans against me, gathering me to him, his fingers gripping the plush skin of my arse as he twists my hips over his swollen cock. He tastes himself on my tongue, and I taste the moisture he licked off the inside of my thighs, and we both groan, and heave, and mewl, and lick, and suck. And I’m coming again, the feeling of his mouth on mine the most unbelievable thing I’ve ever experienced.

‘Sybbie,’ he gasps out past my lips. ‘Sybbie, I can’t keep kissing you. Not when my knot is begging to be buried in your pussy. Not when you taste like my cum, and I’m questioning every single fucking choice I’ve ever made, up until this point.’

I sit back, gasping.

He’s lying under me, staring up at me, his lips bruised. And he’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

‘We can’t keep going,’ he says breathlessly. ‘I’ve let it go too fucking far as it is.’

I crawl off him and to the end of the bed, curling my legs up against my chest. He sits up, breathing hard, looking at me as if it breaks his heart to be telling me these things. And I don’t know what to think, my mind still fuzzy.

But clarity has come back enough for me to realise.

It happened again.

‘I’m sorry,’ Jude murmurs.

I shake my head, settling into the bed and curling up under the blanket.

‘That was as much my fault as it was yours,’ I say.

‘Fuck, Sybbie… I—’ He sighs. ‘I promise, it’ll get better once you’re at the house. You won’t see me as much, and it’ll be for the better.’

I frown. My body revolts at the idea of not seeing Jude every waking moment, but I don’t say that out loud. All I can gather is that he probably can’t wait until he’s free of me. And I can’t blame him. I’ve thrown myself onto the poor guy one too many times.

‘Yeah,’ I say, trying to sound cheery. ‘Not long now, huh?’

‘Sybbie, we should talk about this.’ His hand rests on my shoulder, and I bite down on the sides of my tongue. He quickly draws back, as if realising. I can’t see his face, but I can only assume he’s giving me one of his exasperated looks.

‘Yeah,’ I say again and roll over to face him. I keep myself under the covers. I’m wearing nothing, sweat cooling on my skin, and I don’t really feel like exposing myself to the guy I just tried to climb like a tree. ‘Um, I’m sorry. But thanks for helping me through it. It, er, doesn’t have to be awkward if we just make the conscious decision that this is simply biology.’

‘Sybbie…’ Jude looks defeated. Exhausted.

I lick my lips. ‘I’m incredibly sorry if I made you uncomfortable at any point. I think next time, you should put me outside.’ I swallow, blinking. ‘Y’know, like… a dog?’

‘Sybbie, I told you I was happy to.’

‘Charitable.’ I smile weakly.

He shakes his head. ‘Sweetheart—’