Fool For You (Made for Love Book 4) (71 page)
He tilts my head back before leaning down to nip at my lips. I stick my tongue out, wishing to taste him, and he catches it, sucking it into his mouth. With a sigh, I press my palms against his chest and prop myself against him. He frees my tongue only to thrust his between my lips, his kiss now more urgent than it was before. I grip my fingers around the lapels of his jacket and then begin to push the garment off of him.
He pulls his hands from my hair as he helps me to undress him. As soon as his jacket hits the floor, both of us work to unfasten the buttons of his shirt. He loosens his tie as my fingers reach for the last button at his collar, and then we’re one step closer to what I desperately want. While he shrugs his shirt off of his shoulders, I untuck his tank, pushing it up his chest. As soon as his sculpted abdomen is uncovered, my lips seek his hot skin. I kiss and taste my way up the center of his chest, savoring the taste and smell of him. Soon, I’m not just tipsy from champagne, but I’m completely intoxicated by the gorgeous man in front of me.
When he’s shirtless, I anxiously reach for the belt of his pants, but he stops me. I look up at him and he claims my mouth without a word, kissing me as he reaches for the zipper at the back of my dress. I don’t object, wishing to be free of the satin fabric that prevents me from truly appreciating his touch. He works quickly, and my dress is on the floor in no time. I suck in a sharp breath and then giggle when he bends down and wraps his hands around the back of my thighs. I reach for his shoulders and he spreads my legs as he lifts me up and around him. While I cling to him, he secures an arm around my waist before reaching up to unfasten my strapless bra. He tosses it carelessly, and I press the hard nipples of my aching breasts against his chest.
“So beautiful,” he whispers as he carries me around the foot of his bed. “So delicate. You are exceptional, Theodora.”
I squeeze my arms and legs around him tighter, pressing my forehead against his. “Judah—I love you. I love you so much.” I speak the words softly, wishing he would repeat them back to me, knowing all along that he’s still not ready. I remind myself that he’s giving me all that he can—that his commitment and devotion to me are what truly matter. And I know that when he sinks his cock inside of me—
just him—just us
—that is more than he’s giving anyone else; more than he’s given anyone but me in such a very, very long time.
“Tell me again tomorrow, sweetheart,” he replies as he lowers us down to the floor.
When he’s on his knees, he eases me onto my back—onto the plush, faux fur rug that’s spread out between his bed and the wall-to-wall windows that look out into his back yard. We’ve never done it so close to the windows before. I feel a little self-conscious, wondering what the chances are that someone might actually be able to look in and see us. But as he pulls away and I peer out into the darkness, I see nothing but the shadows of the big, old trees that fill his backyard, and I push my worries aside.
“Stay here,” he instructs, unlocking my ankles from behind him. “Don’t move—the heels stay on.”
I pull my bottom lip between my teeth as I offer him a nod, and he stands and disappears into the bathroom. I wait for him, both anxious and curious as to what he’s up to. He comes back within seconds, a small bottle with a squirt pump in his hand. He sets it down beside me and then begins to finish undressing. Usually, I’d watch; but just now, I’m too distracted by the bottle. The front label is turned away from me, but it doesn’t take me long to interpret the text on the back.
“Judah?” I ask warily.
“Teddy?”
“What’s that for?”
Never before have we needed help creating lubricant, and I’m nervous about why he thinks we might need it now. But he doesn’t answer me. I look up at him just as he’s discarding his boxer briefs.
“Jude?” I murmur.
“Roll over, sweetheart. Chest on the rug. Ass in the air.”
My eyes open wide at his mention of my ass, and my heart rate picks up speed. The night I met his parents, the night I used my safe word, he warned me this would happen—that he wanted in my ass. He hasn’t said a thing about it since. I’m not stupid. I didn’t think he forgot, but I don’t feel ready for this—I don’t know if I want it at all.
“Judah…”
“What have I always promised you, Teddy?” he asks, staring down at me intently.
I don’t answer him with words, knowing it’s pointless to do so. We both know that he’s always promised me pleasure; that he’s always promised to never hurt me. We both know that I trust him wholeheartedly—and whether he knows it or not,
I
know that I long to please him. So I do as he says, rolling over onto my stomach, turning my cheek against the softness of the rug. Just as he’s instructed, I keep my chest down and I push the lower half of my body up onto my knees.
I try to stay calm as he kneels behind me, peeling my panties over my hips and down my thighs. He lifts one of my knees and then the other, freeing one leg of the garment and spreading me wider before he drops his head just below my core. When I feel his tongue flick across my clit, I can think of nothing else.
Nothing
. Then he wraps his lips around my swollen bud and sucks. I hum a pleasant sigh, loving the way he feels.
He lets go of my clit and licks his way through my slit and then up toward my backside. He then dips his fingers into my center before smearing my arousal around the entrance of my ass. I stiffen, still unsure about what to expect, but then his tongue is flicking my clit again. He curls his free hand around my thigh, rubbing gentle circles against my skin, and I relax once more. I barely notice as he begins to massage my back entrance, and I wonder if it won’t be so bad.
Judah’s mouth grows greedy, and he hums as he sucks and licks me. It feels
amazing
. He uses his mouth like a man undignified, shameless in his efforts to taste every bit of me. It’s not long before I’m breathless, my orgasm on the brink of pulling me under. It’s everything about this moment that does me in—the way he uses his tongue, but also the sounds coming from both of us, and the way he’s touching me—it’s all so much. It’s all
just enough
. When my center constricts, the heat of my climax seeps through my veins and I call out the name of my lover.
As I’m working to catch my breath, he shifts to move positions, kissing his way up and over my ass. He bites me once, making me yelp.
“Miss Fitzpatrick, you are delicious,” he murmurs before easing his cock inside of me.
I groan, my eyes fluttering closed as I arch my back a little, completely enraptured by the man. I’m truly in awe of the way he fits inside of me so perfectly, making me feel whole in a way I’m sure no other man ever could. He pumps in and out of me a couple times, and then I feel a cool liquid at the top of my crack. My eyes fly open as it travels down my backside. The sensation feels oddly refreshing, and yet I can’t help but also feel a little anxious.
“Relax, sweetheart,” Jude instructs, his finger tracing the same path as the lube, stopping at my tight entrance.
“Jude…” I whimper, my fingers gripping at the rug beneath me. I’m not sure if I’m ready for this. It’s so new, so foreign, and it feels unbelievably forbidden. I mean—it’s my
ass!
“Take a deep breath, Teddy,” he speaks softly, gliding his cock gently as he applies a bit more pressure to my asshole.
I do as he says, holding in the air as he slowly inserts his finger.
“Breathe out, sweetheart—and press back against me.”
Again, I follow his direction, still unsure what to make of the sensation. It doesn’t hurt, like I thought it might, but I worry about what I should be doing now—or if I’m doing what I’m supposed to at all.
“Relax,” he whispers, rubbing his freehand up and down my back. “Shit, Teddy, you look gorgeous just like this—with me filling your cunt and your sweet, little ass. Look at you—turn your head, look at your reflection. Fucking perfect.”
I turn the other cheek, catching our reflection in the window beside us. Only, instead of looking at me, I catch a glimpse of
him
looking at me, and it makes me burn even hotter. When the hand on my back slides around my side, up my stomach, and around my breast, I moan unabashedly. I love it when I feel him
everywhere
; and when he pinches my hard nipple, I grow even more aroused. Now, his finger in my ass is starting to feel like a welcome intrusion.
He pushes into me harder, both his cock and his finger moving at the same speed. When I feel the urge to move with him, pressing back as he surges forward, he grunts, making my entire body break out in goose bumps. He squeezes my breast, pounding into me harder still, and the sound of his flesh smacking against mine coaxes even more of my desire. I know Jude must be soaked because I feel my arousal dripping down both my legs. I’m sure I’ve never been this wet in my life.
“Goddamn, sweetheart,” he grits out. “Does my shy girl need more?”
Before I can even conjure the wherewithal to think of an answer, he slips
two
fingers into my ass—stretching me open further. I gasp and then mewl, arching my back even more, blown away by how insanely good this feels. I can barely think, my body taking over as I seek only to indulge in every bit of pleasure he’s giving me right now.
I push back harder, unable to silence the soft whine that frees itself from the back of my throat. He growls in response, and I swear I feel high—high on
him
—doped up on all that is Judah. Nothing else exists except for him; him inside of
me
. And it’s out-of-this-world amazing.
“
Oh
, Judah—fuck me!
Shit
—I want to come. Please, make me come.
Jude!
”
His hand leaves my breast, and then his fingers grip a handful of hair, pulling it back until I feel a sting at my scalp.
“You’ll come when I say.”
“
Please
,” I beg, too wild with want to be docile.
“
Fuck,
I love to hear you beg, sweetheart.”
He increases his pace, which is such blissful torture. I whimper, my eyes welling with tears as he keeps me on the precipice of my orgasm without giving me what I need to reach my climax.
“
Judah!
” I plead.
He grunts, letting go of my hair before reaching around me, down between my legs. He mutters a curse the instant his fingers graze my swollen clit, and I reach down to cover his hand with mine, applying more pressure.
“So fucking greedy,” he chuckles huskily, rubbing circles around my sensitive nub.
As I detonate, my whole body begins to tremble uncontrollably. I come so hard, I can barely breathe as I scream—my core and my ass clenching Judah simultaneously. He continues to fuck me through the duration of my release, and just when I feel like I’m about to collapse into a heap on the floor, he pulls his fingers out and lowers himself on top of me.
His chest pressed against my back, he bucks his hips more aggressively. As he swells and twitches inside of me, he groans, sinking his teeth into my shoulder, biting me roughly. I’m overwhelmed with the combination of pain and pleasure as he continues to rock his hips, his fingers still on my clit. I reach up and grip his hair in my fist as I feel another wave of pleasure roll through my body, and then he collapses on top of me.
He’s heavy, but I don’t care. I adore the feeling of his hot, sweaty chest pressed against me, his dick still buried inside of me, and his mouth kissing the tender flesh at my shoulder. I don’t wish for him to move, not ever. For a full minute, he doesn’t move a muscle. Then, when he begins to pull away from me, I tighten my fingers in his, hair, whining in protest. I’m still not capable of speech, which he seems not to mind; he settles back on top of me, and I sigh in sated relief.
“My wild girl,” he whispers.
I hum a shy giggle, feeling a little naughty after what we just did. Though, I cannot deny that there’s already a part of me that wishes we could do that all over again.
“We should get up; go cool down with a nightcap.”
“Mmm. Ice cream?”
“Mmmhmmm,” he hums, nuzzling his nose in my neck.
“Five more minutes?”
“All right,” he agrees, kissing my cheek. “Five minutes.”
