I smiled against his mouth and then dragged his luscious bottom lip into mine and sucked.
Expelling a rough exhale, he smacked my ass, and I yelped. “Now sit on my fucking face.”
I crawled up his body, nervous as hell and not fast enough for his liking.
Catching my hips, he lifted me over his head. “My panties…”
“They’re staying on,” he said to them as my thighs settled on either side of his face.
His breathing warmed the satin, his nose rubbing. My hands slapped against the thick wooden post to aid in holding me up. For which I was thankful when he grumbled something I couldn’t hear and then licked.
I hadn’t realized it would feel just as good with a barrier between my skin and his expert mouth. My head fell, my hair tickling my back as I got lost in the type of torture I never wanted to escape from.
I was teetering, every muscle tightening in preparation, when cold hit my wet flesh. “You’re bare.”
Disorientated and wishful, I had no idea what he was talking about. “Huh?”
“Your cunt.” A swipe of his tongue emphasized his thick words. “Fuck, it’s so pretty.”
“I waxed,” I admitted, and it’d hurt like seven types of hell.
I’d do it again, though, if it meant I’d have his mouth on me.
He blew a breath over my skin, a dark chuckle leaving him when I shook. Then he lifted me, and my back hit the bed with a bounce. I climbed onto my elbows in time to see him situate himself between my thighs.
He opened them wide. Careful yet curious fingers spread me, trailing through me, exploring. “I’m going to make you come, Red, but first…” He reached my opening, the tip of his finger circling it as his low words washed over me. “First, I’m going to become so well acquainted that it’ll be imprinted in my mind forever.”
Forever.
I loved that word.
I loved it way too much.
His fingers toyed, and soon, his tongue returned. Within a minute, I was trapping his head between my legs, my fingers tugging at his hair. “Holy shit.”
Jude was chuckling, pressing kisses to my swollen center. “Even quicker than last time.”
Fear shot through me, hitching a ride straight to my chest. He was going to kick me out again, and I hadn’t achieved what I’d hoped to.
“You said you’d show me,” I reminded him, unable to recognize my own voice. It was husky and gross as though I’d just woken up.
He didn’t seem to care. Staring up at me over my stomach, Jude slid my damp panties back into place and grinned. “A young man like myself doesn’t forget things such as that.” Moving beside me, he laid his head upon the other pillow. “Ever seen one before?”
“Only…” I snapped my mouth shut, my cheeks threatening to color all over again.
“Porn?” Jude offered, intrigue bringing out that mixed accent of his. “Why, watching porn is nothing to be ashamed of, darling Red.”
I wouldn’t dare admit it. No way. Not after what he’d done with the admissions I’d given him thus far. My every word, every affection, was and would be used against me.
I wanted to ask him why. I wanted to ask him if he could never do that to me again.
Yet I knew saying anything would be futile.
“Hey,” he said, his brows furrowed. “Quit thinking and chill.” Rolling to his back, he rolled down his briefs and then tucked his hands behind his head. “Feast your eyes whenever you dare.”
I laughed, turning my face into his pillow to hide it.
It wasn’t that the male genitalia grossed me out. Okay, so it was all a little funny looking. I just didn’t want to get caught being a ten-year-old girl.
What if I giggled and laughed? If he was already inclined to humiliating me, then doing the same to him would really make him hate me.
“Fern,” he said, my name jarring in the quiet room.
I peeked at him, then inhaled a deep breath. Okay, I thought. Here goes nothing.
Releasing it, I sat up, then immediately felt my eyes widen. “Oh, wow.”
The lighting might have been dim, but I could see enough, and I crawled down the bed to his side to take a closer look.
I’d already predicted it was long whenever I’d felt it touch me, but it was way thicker than I could’ve guessed. How these things were supposed to fit inside a woman’s body when they were this size, I had no idea, and I knew I wasn’t yet ready to find out. Solid with bulging veins and swaying a little with Jude’s every harsh breath, it was as if it wanted me to touch it.
I really wanted to touch it. “Can I—”
“Jesus fuck, yes,” he said, sounding pained. “Poke it, stroke it, just touch it before I explode from the sight of your curiosity alone like a prepubescent punk.”
That evoked a giggle I couldn’t hold back, but he didn’t seem to mind. Featherlight, I reached out and dragged my finger down his shaft. A sharp thrill shot through me when he jolted and hissed.
I pulled back.
“Wrap your hand around it,” Jude said, gruff.
Cautiously, I did.
“It won’t break, Red. Now squeeze and stroke.”
My hand moved up and down, and I squeezed gently.
He groaned, but I didn’t look at him. I was too enamored by this giant, heavy member in my hand. “It’s so warm,” I said, not meaning to say the thought out loud. I squeezed a little harder, pressing my thumb into one of the thick veins. I was rewarded with a guttural groan. It fueled my next admission. “And soft… like velvet.”
“Fuck.”
I lowered my head, shifting closer. “I can feel it throbbing.”
“Grip it harder,” he said, and I’d never heard his voice so hoarse. “Then move your hand up and down at the same time.”
Confidence blooming, I tugged and squeezed, and then I saw the wet gathering at the tip of the swollen head. I didn’t ask, and I didn’t even think about it. I just dropped my mouth over him and licked the salty flavor, moaning.
“Christ,” he said. “Yes, wrap those perfect lips around me and suck.”
There was no way I could fit all of him in my mouth, but after a minute of licking and sucking and listening to his breathing, I looked up to find I didn’t have to.
Jude’s eyes were stuck to me, his chest rising and falling in heavy bursts, and his teeth denting his lower lip. “I’m totally about to come,” he said or rather, wheezed. “Might wanna back up.”
I frowned, remembering some of the porn I had indeed watched and how a lot of the women hadn’t stopped until the dude blew his load in their mouth or sometimes on their breasts and faces. The very idea grossed me out.
But this was Jude, and the idea of backing up when he was about to expel what I’d done to him… no way.
Besides, the fact I’d only been messing around with him for a few minutes had me riding a high. A high that said I had him. Maybe he’d never admit it, but I had him coming down my throat in hot spurts and choking on his expletives with my inexperience and overbearing curiosity.
His hands tugged my hair, his body twitching and spasming.
Lying down beside him, I watched his sated green eyes as I swiped my tongue over my lips. I didn’t dare kiss him. I didn’t want him to push me away if he thought that’d be disgusting, his semen still stuck to places inside my mouth.