Authors: Christie Butler
Shaking now, he tried to keep his voice calm. “Baby, I love
what you’re doing, but I’m desperate here. I need to fuck you.”
This time when he reached for her, Chelsea got up on her
knees and moved away from him, rolling onto her belly. Her ass looked like a
ripe piece of fruit and he was frantic to sink his teeth in it. Or…
Chelsea looked over her shoulder at him, her eyes intense,
little pink tongue flicking out to lick her lower lip.
He grabbed her ankles and pulled her to the
edge of the bed. He palmed her ass and she wiggled it back against him.
she want me to spank her?
she want me to spank her?
Fuck, he couldn’t help himself. He massaged her ass cheeks
as he said, “Yeah, you’re a very bad girl.” He lifted a hand and gave her ass a
generous swat—not too hard but not too light. She groaned and he was pleased.
He repeated the motion a few times until both of her ass cheeks flushed a light
She was squirming beneath him and he dipped his fingers to
find her even wetter than before. “Damn,” he murmured. She’d been as turned-on
by the spanking as he had. “Get on your hands and knees.”
Apparently sensing the desperation and impatience in his
tone, Chelsea quickly complied. She crawled to the center of the bed and
settled on all fours.
Jud took a moment to appreciate the sight of her fine ass,
round and pink. He moved behind her and placed one hand on her ass, filling his
other hand with his cock. He rubbed the tip of his cock between her pussy lips
and nearly fell apart. He hadn’t had sex with a woman without a condom since he
was an idiotic sixteen-year-old. His hand shook as he coated himself with her
juice, one thought repeating over and again in his mind.
yourself and come in two minutes.
He positioned himself at her entry and gently held her hips
as he slowly pressed his cock inside her. “Aaaaah. Unbelievable. Your pussy
feels like it’s coated in hot oil.”
“Mmm.” Chelsea dropped her head and ground her hips against
“You okay, Chels?”
She nodded. “I can’t—” She gasped when he pulled out
slightly and thrust back in. “Talk.”
Jud started with small, slow movements, trying to keep the
top of his head from blowing off at the incredible sensation—hot, wet, tight.
Somewhere off in the distance, he could hear sexy female moans and groans. He
picked up his pace, pulling out, plunging back deeper and harder. His breaths
came quickly as the carnal sound of his flesh slapping against hers drove him
to thrust even quicker.
Chelsea dropped to her forearms and he watched as her head
dipped and began to roll rhythmically. Her impossibly wet pussy walls clenched
at his cock, squeezing him as she came, her breaths choppy.
It was all he could take. He came with a shout, his fingers
biting into the flesh of her ass, his body jerking as he poured his cum inside
her. It seemed to go on forever, and his muscles burned with sudden fatigue.
He reluctantly pulled out of her and dropped to the bed next
to her, lying on his back and gasping for air. Chelsea straightened her legs
and rested on her belly. After a moment, they turned to look at each other. She
“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he asked.
She shook her head as she snuggled up next to him. “That…was
amazing.” She bent her leg and rested it on his belly and groin. His cum seeped
out of her, dampening his hip.
Wrapping his arms around her, all he could think about was
how lucky he was. He was about to realize his professional dreams and he had a
woman in his life who drove him crazy, made him happier than he ever remembered
Yes, he’d been with a lot of women, but if he had anything
to say about it, Chelsea would be his last.
* * * * *
The air was crisp, the night sky inky black and littered
with stars. After their earlier heated exchange, Chelsea had suggested a
snuggle out on Jud’s balcony. They were now ensconced in his oversized
Adirondack chair that had been fashioned out of old skis, her back against his
chest, a sleeping bag zipped open and tucked around them.
“I’m always amazed by the millions of stars you can see when
you’re out in the mountains in total darkness. It’s so beautiful.” Chelsea
nestled between his muscular thighs with a sigh.
“Yeah, it’s crazy to think that there’s this spectacular
show going on up there every night and most of the time, we miss it.” His arms
were wrapped around her belly, his fingers making casual forays up to brush
over her breasts, then down to stroke her thighs.
“How do you find the North Star?”
“Huh. Well, first you look north. Then you find the Big
Dipper. This time of year, it’s off to the right of the North Star and it looks
like it’s balancing on the tip of its handle with the cup of the ladle emptying
inward.” He was quiet for a moment, searching the night sky. “Okay, yeah, I got
it. C’mon up here.” Jud pulled her up onto his lap so that they were at the
same eye level. Carefully extricating his arm from their cocoon, he pointed it
out to her.
His cheek was bristly against hers and she took a moment to
enjoy the sensation, lingering even after she’d picked out the constellation.
“Yeah, okay, I see it.”
“All right, now you see the two stars that make up the upper
part of the cup?”
“Okay, follow the line they make over to the left,” he
pointed it out, “to that star that’s the same brightness as the ones in the Big
“Okay, I see it. That’s the North Star?”
“Yep. And it’s the very tip of the Little Dipper.” He curved
his finger down to point it out to her before tucking his arm back under the
“Cool.” She turned to look at him and smiled. “I knew you’d
know how to find it.”
“Yeah? Why’d you think that?”
With a shrug, she said, “You just seem like the kind of guy
who would know. A real renaissance man.”
“Well, what can I say?” He gave her a peck on the lips.
Chelsea laughed, snuggling back down into his arms. She
honestly couldn’t remember ever being happier than she was right now—in the
afterglow of phenomenal sex, outside in the beautiful mountains, cradled in the
embrace of a man she was crazy in love with.
She could die happy right now. Of course it would be much
better to have years and years of this to come. But Jud would be leaving for
New York soon, would ace his interviews, would have job offers from respected
publishers. Would leave.
Stop thinking, Chelsea.
Sighing, she burrowed her head into his chest. “Can we stay
like this forever?”
Jud laughed. “Sure. They’ll find us in the spring, our
bodies wrapped up together, decaying.”
“Hey!” She punched him lightly in the gut. “You’re such a
“Yep, that’s me. A romantic renaissance man.”
“Mm-hm.” Jud’s heart thudded strong and sure against her
cheek, his scent a mix of sweat, sex and woodsy cologne. Chelsea felt safe and
warm. At home. They were quiet for a long time, comfortable in the silence. She
curled up on his lap, cozy in his arms.
Finally, Jud broke the magical spell. “How’re you doing? Are
you warm enough?”
“Okay.” He resumed his hypnotic stroking and worship of her
“If you could have anything you wanted right now, what would
Chelsea’s heart skipped. “Yeah, besides me.”
“Huh. Do I have to say something like world peace or an end
to poverty and famine?”
“No.” She giggled into his chest. “It was a purely selfish
“Well, I guess I’d wish it was all over—that I’d been
offered a job and I was living in New York and working at a successful
publishing house. I’d probably have a tiny one-room apartment—”
“No, no.” She patted his chest. “I said anything you want.”
His laughter rumbled against her cheek. “Okay, I’d be living
in a stylish loft in the Village. Let’s see…it would be Sunday morning and I’d
roll out of bed around ten. I’d go out to pick up the
coffee and bagels. Then it would be back to the loft, where I’d sit by one of
the huge windows and have breakfast while I read the paper. After I finished
Chelsea jerked her head up to look at him. “Yeah, right.
You’d finish the Sunday
“Of course. I’m a renaissance man, remember?” He gave her a
quick kiss before tucking her back in his arms. “So after I finished the
crossword, I’d go out for a run, maybe do a little shopping. Have a relaxing
day before going back to work at my dream job on Monday.”
“Sounds nice.” Chelsea sighed, wanting to ask him if he saw
himself alone. She had so many other questions—was he married, did he have
children? Did he even want a wife and kids?
What was the point? Jud was leaving. It wouldn’t be her he
was rolling out of bed with, eating bagels with. Her throat tightened as tears
threatened to form. Chelsea swallowed, taking comfort in his warmth.
“So what about you?” Jud asked. “What would you want if you
could have anything?”
He rubbed his chin over the top of her head. “Yeah, besides
Chelsea waited outside the gate at Eagle Airport, holding a
sign that boldly read TATE. Jud had flown to New York three days ago and she
couldn’t quite believe how much she’d missed him. Without Jud, everything had
seemed just a little bit…off.
Now that his plane had landed, she was giddy with
excitement. The past couple of weeks had been a bacchanal—laughs, food and
drink, sex. She shivered, remembering the night they’d watched the dirty movie.
Surprised at the idea that he was into spanking his lovers, she was even more
shocked that she’d been so turned-on by it. From then on, all their walls had
been torn down, sexually speaking anyway. It was hard to believe that a few
short weeks ago, she’d been a virgin. Now she was living in a sexual
smorgasbord of crazy positions, slow and sweet sex, hard and fast fucking. The
night before he’d left for New York they’d been messing around and he’d pushed
a plug into her ass. Then he fucked her silly, wanting her to know what it felt
like to be the woman in the movie with two cocks buried in her. It had been
incredible. She was wet now just thinking about it.
had a surprise for
. A couple
A new influx of passengers emerged from the gate. Chelsea
watched and waited, sign in position. She felt him before she saw him, and then
there he was with a big smile. He looked at her sign and laughed, hurrying over
Dropping the sign on the floor, she jumped into his arms and
he spun her around as he kissed her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and
held on tight, kissing him until she was out of breath. She was pretty sure
they were making a scene but she didn’t care. All that mattered right now was
getting as close to him as she could.
“Did you miss me?” he asked, setting her down.
“Maybe a little.”
“A little?” He wrapped his arm around her and pulled her
with him to baggage claim. “Huh. And here I was, crying myself to sleep at
Chelsea gently elbowed him. “Poor baby.”
As they watched for his garment bag to be unloaded, she
asked, “How was the trip? The interviews go well?”
“Yeah. I’d be happy with either of the positions. One of
them is in a bigger house and the money’s better, but I think I’d fit better in
the smaller outfit where the salary isn’t quite as high.”
“So which one do you think you’ll go with?” She was trying
desperately to be supportive, even though she knew his decision was going to
split them apart. It was the right thing to do—she’d expect the same from him.
He laughed. “Most likely the one that offers me a job.”
“Oh please. You’ll probably get offers from both.”
Shrugging, he said, “I hope you’re right, but I’d be happy
if even one of them wanted me.”
“Who wouldn’t want you?” She looked up at him, positive that
he could see her love for him oozing from her every pore.
Eyes narrowing, he bent down to kiss her and whisper in her
ear, “I can’t wait to get you home.”
Home—Jud’s home. She’d all but moved in with him, had stayed
at his place when he was in New York. Her heart pounded at his words. All she
could do was nod. She was stunned at the sexual being she’d become. One look, a
few words from him, and her pussy would twitch and spasm, juices soaking her
panties. Was this reaction unique for Judson Tate? Or was she now some nympho
sex addict who would spread her legs on command for any man in her life?
She shook the thought away and tried to get a grip. She
didn’t want any other man in her life. It was going to be Jud or back to the
On the way home, Chelsea filled him in on the gossip he’d
missed at the mountain and how she’d started painting her commissioned work.
Buried beneath their easy exchange, sexual tension percolated. She wanted him,
wanted to feel his weight on top of her, wanted to feel him inside her. She was
pretty sure he felt the same way—his eyes burned into her and heat radiated
from his body as he took every opportunity to touch her.
One hand on the wheel, he grasped her knee with the other.
“I know it’s kinda early, but I’m jet-lagged and starved. What are we doing for
“I have salmon I was going to broil with some vegetables. Is
“Sounds great. But first I may have to eat you.” He kept his
gaze firmly focused on the road ahead as he spoke, his jaw tightening.
Chelsea’s stomach dropped, sparks of desire shooting through
her and settling in her core. She nearly jumped out of her skin as his fingers
scraped against the denim of her jeans. Was she destined to be in a perpetual
state of arousal every time she was in his presence? Well, it wouldn’t be the
worst thing in the world.
Twenty minutes later, they reached his condo. Jud shut his
front door behind them and he had her pinned against the wall a split second
later. His hands were everywhere, his lips covering hers.
She allowed herself a moment of pleasure before trying to
gently extricate herself from his groping embrace. When gentle didn’t work, she
tried to be more forceful.
Jud jerked his head back. “What’s up? I’m dying for you.”
“I think you’ll live for a few minutes.” She smiled. “I have
a surprise for you.”
“Yeah?” He crossed his arms over his chest and leered at
“Oh my gosh. Not everything has to be about sex.” She held
out her hand to him. “Come with me.”
“Damn.” He sighed and took her hand, letting himself be led
to the living room.
“Okay, sit down and close your eyes.”
“Oh God. Just do it.” She glared at him until he reluctantly
complied. “Thank you.” Keeping an eye on him to make sure he kept his eyes
closed, Chelsea pulled his surprise out from behind the dining room table. She
set it against the coffee table and said, “Okay, you can open your eyes.”
After taking a quick glance at the package, Jud looked at
Chelsea and smiled. He held his palms out and asked, “May I?”
“You’d better.” She watched his every move as he began to
tear off the brown paper wrapping, desperate to see his first reaction to the
painting she’d done just for him. He didn’t disappoint her.
He seemed to take in every detail, his eyes warm and shiny.
“Chels, it’s fantastic. This is for me?”
“Mm-hm.” She moved over next to him, wrapping her hands
around his arm. “My inspiration was the photograph I took of you at the end of
the season last year.”
He nodded without looking at her. “I remember.” Jud took a
deep breath and then swallowed, seemingly overcome with emotion. “This is a new
side of you, Chels. I’ve never seen you do something like this. It’s…”
“Kinda abstract?” she suggested.
“Yeah, I guess. It’s so cool how the white snow sorta sprays
up and blends into the blue sky.” Carefully, he set the painting down, still
studying it. “I love it, Chels. It’s beautiful. What did I do to deserve this?”
“I just wanted you to have it.”
When he looked down at her, he crossed his hands over his
heart. “Thank you. And I didn’t even get you an ‘I heart NY’ T-shirt.” He bent
down to kiss her and Chelsea wrapped her arms around his neck, needing to feel
him against her. His big, warm hands covered her back as he kissed her deeply,
working his thigh between her legs.
God, she’d missed him—the sex of course, but also the
sweetness, the tenderness, the closeness of belonging to someone. When he ended
the kiss, Chelsea wanted to weep with the loss.
“I want to get this airplane grime off of me,” he said. “Why
don’t you go run one of those bubble baths for us while I unpack?”
She smiled and made her way to the
bathroom while he took his bag into the bedroom. She started the water running
and poured two capfuls of bubble bath under the stream. By the time she’d
relieved herself and stripped off her clothes, the bath was filled with the
citrusy tangerine scent.
With the water still running, she stepped into the tub and settled
at one end. The tub was almost full when Jud walked in stark naked, his cock
well on its way to an erect state.
“Shit, I have to pee.” He looked at Chelsea. “Do you mind
Chelsea rolled her eyes. “After all the things we’ve done
together, I think it’s okay if you pee in front of me.”
Laughing, Jud stepped in front of the toilet and stood for a
moment. “Damn, I hate to pee when I have a hard-on.” After another minute he
was successful and then he strolled over to the tub and shut off the water. He
stopped and looked at her, shaking his head. “You’re a damn fantasy, waiting
for me—all pink and hot and wet, covered in bubbles.”
Chelsea licked her lips and held out her hand. “Join me?”
He stepped into the tub and sat in his end, briefly dropping
completely under the water. He emerged to wipe the bubbles from his face and
slick back his hair.
“I don’t think that bubble bath is very good for your hair,”
He raised an eyebrow. “Yeah,
what I’m thinking
about right now.”
She shrugged. “Okay, when your hair starts falling out,
don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
“I’ve got good genes, darlin’. I’m gonna have this head of
hair until I die.”
“That’s good to know.” Chelsea rubbed the soles of her feet
along his thighs. “I like that most of your hair is on your head.”
“I mean, I love your hair. I’m just not that attracted to
men with hairy bodies—you know, guys who look like ape-men.”
He laughed. “I’m flattered. I guess.”
“You should be. I love that your chest is nice and smooth.”
She kept up the rubbing motion with her feet. “And that your arms and legs
aren’t super hairy.”
“Hmm.” He stroked the backs of her calves. “I like that your
legs aren’t super hairy too.”
“Hey!” She kicked some water at him, splashing him in the
His mouth dropped open. “Really? Do you really want to be
starting this with me?”
Chelsea nibbled on her lip, thinking that she did want to
start with him. She thought she might really enjoy her punishment. She gazed at
him sweetly, swirling her hands below the water, then bringing them together in
front of her to slosh a wave of sudsy water at him.
She braced herself while Jud wiped his face clean. Before
she could take another breath, he’d pulled her against him, her back to his
chest. He placed a hand on top of her head, and said, “Take a breath.”
“Oh no—” She sucked in some air just before he pushed her
under the water. Quickly, he pulled her back up and wrapped his arms around
her, holding her tightly. “Damn it, Jud. What did I just say about the bubble
bath and hair?”
He planted a kiss on her neck as his hands covered her
breasts. “I guess we’re going to go bald together, baby.”
“You’re so bad.” She soon forgot about her hair and
everything else, relaxing into his arms. She rested her hands on his muscular
legs, her heart pounding as he squeezed and massaged her breasts, rolling her
nipples between his fingers. She felt the tug deep inside, her pussy aching
with need for him. It had been just a few days since they’d had sex and she
felt as if she would die if she had to wait much longer to have his cock inside
her. “Mmm.” She squeezed her thighs together, trying to relieve the empty
He read her mind. “I can’t wait to fuck you.”
“Damn.” She pushed away from him to rise on her knees.
“Let’s not wait.” She reached down and grasped his cock, positioning it at her
entrance. Hands on the sides of the tub, she slowly sat, taking him all the way
inside her. “God, I missed this. I love how you fill me up. So good.”
He grabbed her ass, steadying her on top of him as he slowly
pumped his hips, sending waves of water sloshing against the sides of the tub.
“Mm, yeah. I missed this too—this sweet, hot pussy.” He thrust hard once,
causing her to gasp.
“Oooh, yes. Do that again. I love how your cock feels inside
me.” The words came easier now—she’d had plenty of practice over the past
couple of weeks. To her dismay, he seemed to be ignoring her plea, reverting to
maddeningly slow, gentle thrusts. She heard him laugh as she tried to sit down
hard, her efforts impeded by the water. Growling with frustration, she said,
“What are you doing to me? Come on!”
“Sorry, baby. I
gonna fuck you hard, but first I
have other ideas.” He lifted her off him, squeezing her ass.
“Jud, you’re killing me.” She turned around to face him and
settled against the far end of the tub, pouting.
“You know what I want to do?” His eyes smoldered as they
took her in, his lips slightly parted.
Shivering as he stroked her calves, she shook of her head.
“I wanna lick your pussy.” His tongue snaked out to wet his
lips. “I wanna drive you crazy, make you so wet that your juice runs down my
Already feeling his mouth on her, Chelsea squirmed with
need. Jud moved over her and kissed her. He licked her lips and she imagined
his tongue on her pussy, her clit.
His mouth traveled across her cheek and he whispered to her.
“I want to fuck your cunt with my tongue. Show it to me.”
As always, his raw language drove her insane. She stood up
in the tub, forgetting about her surprise until she saw his gaze focus on her
mound. Her newly waxed mound.
“Damn, Chels.” His voice was deep and hoarse. “What did you
“You don’t like it?” She froze in place,
crossing her arms over her belly.
His gaze riveted to her pussy, he reached out with both
hands and stroked the newly bare skin. “Sit down.” He spoke with authority,
even though his voice caught.
She obeyed immediately, sitting on the edge of the tub. She
watched him carefully, still waiting for his reaction.
Jud pushed her thighs apart and moved between them. He
thumbed her pussy lips open, exploring her with his fingers, pushing two of
them into her dripping wet cunt.