Heroic measures, p.3
Heroic Measures, page 3
As time ticks by, I find myself taking deep breaths and scrolling through social media. I was feeling wild and reckless earlier, but as each second past the time I told him to be here turns into minutes, I grow a little saddened. Maybe I was too forward. Maybe he was confused. Maybe he’s shyer than I realized. Maybe this is for the best. Hooking up with him could get messy.
God, I hate how attractive I find guys like him. I hate that I have a very difficult time walking away when I spot a man with rosy cheeks and lowered eyes.
I don’t want a submissive man. That’s not my type at all. I love watching a reticent man turn into an animal in the bedroom. I’ve found that the quiet ones, the ones keeping their distance and not bragging about conquests, are not only the most attentive lovers, but they’re also the wildest. There’s just something about their cocks popping out from the restriction of their clothes that makes them feral beasts in the bedroom. Then, once they’re dressed again, they turn right back into that shy man, unlikely to call or turn up expecting more.
That’s what I’m looking for in Jude Morris—a wild night, a good time, and an easy goodbye.
Nothing more.
Hayden: Do you really think he likes me?
I smile down at my phone.
Me: Yes, I do. The man would be a fool to miss what was right in front of him.
Hayden: Maybe he can’t see me because you’re standing in the way.
Ouch. Damn it. That hurts. She must really like the guy if she’s sending that message.
Me: And I’m certain he only has eyes for you. Next time you catch him looking, try smiling at him instead of snarling and holding a grudge.
I know a lot of my friend’s hesitancy is because Quinten kicked us out of the first shooting class. Okay, technically he only kicked me out, but she wasn’t going to let that man shoo me away alone. She left the class, too, only to get a call from him later with him insisting that we both come back to the next class. She’s clinging to that grudge like a lifeline, and I’m certain it’s because she’s afraid of putting herself out there and getting rejected.
I know men, and that means I know Quinten wouldn’t do that. I don’t know what’s holding him back from making a move on her, but her growly attitude isn’t helping the situation.
Hayden: I’ll think about it. I’m going to bed. I have work in the morning.
Me: Night.
As her plans have seeped into my bones, I yawn as I stand from the couch, carrying my empty wine glass to the sink before switching off the lights as I make my way to my bedroom. I refuse to feel disappointed and plaster a fake smile on my face as I walk down the hallway.
I jolt at the sound of the knock coming from my front door, suddenly feeling shy myself and a little uneasy.
I’d already given up on him, allowed the discontent to pass.
Slowly, I make my way to the door, looking through the peephole just in case it’s someone other than Jude, only to find him rocking back and forth on his feet nervously.
My body sings with possibilities as I unlock the door and tug it open.
His cheeks are redder than they were at any other point tonight, and I bite my lip to keep from talking, wanting him to live in that embarrassment just a little longer. I know it makes me evil, but I just can’t help myself.
His eyes lift, tracing the bare skin of my legs, and I feel his gaze like a sensual touch on my exposed skin. He swallows when his eyes make it to my middle, then he licks his lips when he sees the thin tank top I have on. I’m not wearing a bra, and that was purposeful in the anticipation of him taking my offer to show up tonight.
“I… umm… you—”
I put him out of his misery by clamping my arms around his neck, lifting up on my toes, and pressing my mouth against his.
Chapter 5
Jude
She tastes like sweet red wine and mistakes.
I open my mouth at the insistence of hers, moaning at the first brush of her tongue against mine. I had been sitting in my car, willing my eager erection to go away before managing the courage to knock on her front door. Apparently, there was no reason to have wasted that time because I’m already a steel pipe in my jeans again.
The door snaps closed behind me, making me realize I’m so distracted, she’s had the ability to drag me inside. One hand is tangled in her hair, the other gripping her ass like a lifeline.
I pause for a second, pulling my face away to stare down at her already swollen lips. Jesus, is this really happening right now?
This can’t possibly be my life.
In what world would I be kissing the hottest girl I’ve ever seen in my life?
In what alternate dimension am I the lucky bastard she’s focused on?
How in the hell did the stars line up for her to invite me over tonight?
“It’s really happening,” she whispers, her white teeth digging into her lower lip before smiling up at me.
She’s right in the middle of my head, making me think this is some sort of dreamworld.
As if I need the guidance, or maybe it’s just to encourage me to do anything other than stare down at her in awe, Parker lifts my hand and rests it atop her breast, the nipple furled against my palm through the thin fabric.
She doesn’t hesitate to wrap her legs around my waist when I urge her up with my free hand, and the heat of her body against mine is nearly enough to make me lose myself before I can even make it to her bedroom.
I press my mouth to hers, knowing that I better make the most of the situation until she disappears like a puff of smoke.
She groans into my mouth when I squeeze her ass and urge her tighter against my body. I’ll never survive this. I know I won’t, but what a hell of a way to go.
“Bedroom?” I pant against her mouth, my jaw slack when she rolls her hips.
“Last door on the right,” she says as her mouth leaves mine.
The siren nips at my jaw before latching onto my neck like a damn vampire. Goddamn, I can feel the sucking sensation like it’s attached to the underside of my sack, and I moan with need, my legs moving us quicker to our destination.
There’s no finesse to my movements when I lower her to the bed, and I pray she’s turned on enough not to notice my hands shaking when I tug at the tiny shorts capable of tempting Satan himself.
I’m in awe of her body, wanting to get my mouth on every single inch of exposed flesh, but then she reaches for the button and zipper on my jeans.
I have to back away.
If that woman touches me with even the tip of one finger, I’ll explode.
“Are you a tease, Jude Morris?” Her voice is playful, but I don’t miss the huskiness in it either.
“I want to take my time with you,” I manage without my voice cracking, but then I swallow like a maniac when she smiles up at me as she pulls that thin tank top over her head.
Firm tits topped with the pinkest nipples I could’ve ever imagined come into view and my mouth waters for a taste.
“Lie back.”
A wicked smile tugs up the corners of her mouth, making it very clear she knows exactly what she’s doing.
That makes one of us at least.
I stare down at the temptation, taking it all in because I know I’ll never get a chance like this again.
“You’re so beautiful,” I hear my voice say, and this honestly feels like an out-of-body experience, making me once again imagine this being a fantasy and not reality.
I owe the guys back at the office for giving me shit mere hours ago, teasing me about being a virgin. I know it’s unheard of, but I’ve never been in this situation in all of my thirty-one years.
I’m not the guy women flock to, and if they do approach me, I end up looking like an idiot and they decide I’m not worth wasting their time over.
If it weren’t for the ribbing I took back at Blackbridge, I’d be home right now fantasizing about this very thing rather than living in the moment.
“You seem nervous,” Parker says as she stands from the bed and presses her completely naked body against mine.
Her fingers find the hem of my shirt, and I lift my arms when she begins to lift it, bending down a few inches to make it easier for her to pull it over my head.
“Nice,” she whispers in awe as her finger trails down my sternum before teasing the top of my abdomen.
My cock strains in my jeans at her touch. I know I’m going to make a fool of myself more than once tonight, but I’m not dumb enough to take a step back and prevent it from happening.
When her breath ghosts over my nipple, I have to clench my hands to keep from grabbing her and throwing her on the bed. If I were already naked, I know that is exactly what would’ve happened.
“You seem anxious,” she whispers, forcing my eyes down to her just in time to watch her pretty, pink tongue lick at my nipple.
Yep, gonna die. I’m gonna have a heart attack tonight. How fucked up is it that I’m looking forward to it?
“I am,” I confess, stopping just short of explaining exactly why I’m so nervous.
No woman wants to know that the guy she’s about to take to bed is a hundred percent inexperienced.
“Let me lead then,” she says, her fingers deftly finding the zipper to my jeans.
She takes a step back, looking down, and I do the same, watching as her hands work open my fly. When she slides her hand inside before even pushing the clothes from my hips, a low rumble escapes my lips.
“This for me?” she says, her warm palm running down the length of me.
“Y-yes,” I manage.
“Mmm… all of it?” I nod vigorously. “I’m a lucky girl.”
I let my eyes flutter closed, teeth clenched as I try to think of anything other than the softness of her skin stroking me.
“Get on the bed,” she commands as she pulls her hand from inside my jeans, and I nearly whimper at the loss of her touch.
I don’t know exactly how I feel about her bossing me around in the bedroom, but that doesn’t keep my feet from moving. When I sit on the edge of the bed, she crouches, her full tits bouncing as she bends down to untie my shoes.
“Here,” I offer, using the toes of one shoe to press against the heel of the other and kick it off. I manage to get the other off, cringing when it flies several feet away.
“Sorry,” I mutter, but she seems distracted by the sight of me.
“And now these,” she says, her fingers digging into the waistband of my jeans.
I lift my hips, exposing my cock and bringing it dangerously close to her mouth, but it’s the scrape of her fingernails down my thighs as she strips me naked that makes me groan with more need than I’ve ever felt.
“Jesus,” I pant, wondering just how many times I’m going to use the name as a curse tonight.
“Slide up, head closer to the headboard,” she says, and once again I’m obeying.
“Condoms in my jeans,” I manage as I move my hips back.
She disappears down at the foot of her high bed before standing back up with a smile. “Someone was planning on staying a while.”
My cheeks heat as she holds out the strip of condoms. I know most guys would probably have one or two, but I’ve never prepared for something like this, and I didn’t want to come up empty-handed.
She tosses them beside me, and I welcome the cool sensation of the foil against my hip as she crawls up the bed, a look of pure desire in her eyes. I focus on the coolness, my cock already leaking in anticipation, pre-ejaculate dripping into my belly button.
“I couldn’t take my eyes off of you tonight,” she licks her lips as her fingers trace my calves, “wondering what you looked like naked.”
Stupidly, I open my mouth to tell her she was too busy focused on my best friend, but I manage to snap it closed when those same wandering fingers skim up my inner thigh.
“Had I known you were hiding all of this; I wouldn’t have made either of us wait.”
“Anticipation is half the fun,” I whisper.
She smiles, her head dipping low to lick my arousal from my stomach, somehow managing not to come in contact with my skin. My cock flexes, reaching for her, only to be ignored.
And for some reason, it makes me want her even more. If seduction was her plan, this woman gets an A plus from me.
“I need—”
She presses her fingers to my lips before I can tell her I need a few minutes alone. Two strokes of my rough hand down my cock would have me blowing my load, and I know it will save me a ton of embarrassment in about three point two seconds when I jizz without even being touched.
“I need, first,” she whispers, pressing her palms to my chest and urging me to lie all the way on my back.
“Please,” I beg, my voice sounding unlike my own.
She straddles my head like she has every God-given right to put her pussy this close to my mouth.
And man, does she. She could do anything to me she wanted, and I have no doubt I’d smile and ask for more.
“Taste me.”
And boy do I. I lap at her with no adeptness, no savvy. Literally no skill, but what I lack in competency, I make up for with eagerness. Her fingers tangle in my hair as her hips begin to move, making it impossible to follow the rules of making a woman orgasm during oral.
I can’t tease her inner thighs or blow hot breath all over her to build her anticipation. I can’t lick her inner lips or her outer lips. The ways she’s rolling the lower half of her body, I’d never be able to tease her with the tip of a finger. The rule is I’m not supposed to go straight for her clit, I’m supposed to create tension and eagerness, but she made all of that impossible when she lowered her body and stuck her clit right against my tongue like all of the buildup isn’t even needed.
“Hold still, tongue out,” she demands, her fingers tightening in my hair.
I freeze, tongue out, eyes focused up at her, mesmerized by the way her tits move as she takes from me exactly what she needs.
“Stop,” she snaps, startling me.
And the next second, she’s gone. She kneels beside my panting body as she pulls a condom from the strip she discarded earlier.
“Did you come?” Fuck, did I miss it while watching her tits? It would be a real shame if I did.
“No,” she says, but she doesn’t seem disappointed.
She may regret not getting it while she could because I have to clench my eyes closed and fist the sheets until my fingers ache to keep from coming when she rolls the condom down my cock.
She has taken the reins this entire time, so I’m not surprised when she straddles my hips, legs spread wide, pussy glistening from both her own arousal and my mouth. My entire body is trembling as she lines me up at her entrance, and for the briefest of seconds, I’m so lost in watching the tip of my cock slide inside of her that I miss the initial heat and exhilaration. She fucking moans, sinking all the way down on me and I fucking lose it.
My cock jerks inside of her violently, legs locking up as my hands find her hips and use her body almost instinctually to orgasm.
“Shit, wait.” I grip her hips harder, stilling her with just the tip of my cock inside. “Damn that’s better than I ever imagined.”
“Did you just… are you kidding me?”
God, coming in seconds should be traumatizing, but I can’t feel the guilt that’s threatening with her still on top of me.
“I need another condom. Just hold on.”
I unceremoniously pull her off, moving her to the side before pulling the spent rubber from my cock and grabbing another. Her eyes are wide, arms crossed over her chest as I grab another condom from the strip, open it, and roll it down my eager cock.
“Stop pouting,” I say with a chuckle, gathering more sureness than I’ve ever felt.
“I’m not interested in flaccid—” Her jaw snaps closed when I stroke myself.
God, I just want to impale this woman, shove every damn inch I have inside of her, but I have to calm down. She may let that first orgasm slide but coming in her after another three pumps isn’t going to end well, and I’m on the verge of busting again just looking down at her soft, pink pussy.
I slide lower instead, tongue circling her belly button before clamping my mouth over her pussy.
She groans, hips moving, fingers tangling in my hair, when I put the skills I’ve seen in countless adult movies to work. I don’t tease like the instruction manuals have said. I do exactly what they warn against, lapping at her clit with a stiff tongue. I don’t start with the letter A and try to make her orgasm by the time I make it to Z. I spell come for me over and over, making it through three times before I feel her pulse against my tongue. I drink her down like she’s offering ice cold water in the middle of the desert and go back for more.
When I finally pull my mouth from her, she’s looking down at me starry-eyed and spent, her thumb tracing my lower lip, making my need for her build to unconscionable heights.
My balls threaten to seize as I line myself up, thumb tracing over her clit and making her hips jerk.
“Jude,” she groans when I push myself inside.
She clamps me like a vice, and I have to close my eyes. Just the sight of her taking my full length threatens to make this end just as quickly as the first time.
My hips work, slow thrusts until I feel like I’m going to go mad, but I keep my thumb working. I’m doing my best to take an academic approach, focusing on the logistics instead of the sensations my body is experiencing. I’m going to get there again. There’s no doubt about it, but I want her there with me.
“Can you do all of that and kiss me too?” she whispers.
I don’t think I’ll survive it, but I risk losing myself to this woman and lean over her. With my thumb still working her zone, I rest one elbow near her head and press my mouth to hers. She pants, and I wouldn’t even call it a kiss, but even with the sloppy licks and uncoordinated tongues we seem to make it work.
“I want you to come for me.”
A shiver works through her body with my words, making me understand just how much she needs that to be a part of this experience as well.
I feel no shyness in this perfect moment. I don’t feel the need to swallow and overthink my words. All I can focus on is giving her exactly what she needs. What we both need.
