by Skyla Madi
“I wanted to see you,” I tell him, taking the back of his neck and holding him to me. “I wanted to see you so bad.”
I feel him smirk against my skin and he lifts his head. I only have a second to suck in a quick breath before he covers my mouth with his. Damon kisses me hard and heavy, and I’m helpless against him as he pushes his tongue into my mouth. His taste fills me, igniting a hunger deep in the pit of my belly.
I want more.
I need more.
I’ve never been kissed like this. I’ve never been kissed so hard my head swims and my bones liquify. Not even with Elias. I shove my fingers into Damon’s hair and kiss him back with wild abandon, but it doesn’t matter how hungry I am because he’s hungrier and I struggle to keep up. I break the kiss to catch my breath.
“Jesus,” I gasp, licking my kiss-swollen lips. What the hell am I getting myself into? “You’re a lot to handle.”
Judge’s eyes flash and I gasp as he grips my thighs and lifts me into his arms. “Baby, you have no idea.”
Baby. I don’t think I’ve ever been called baby. I crush my mouth to his and plunge my tongue between his lips. I kiss him hard, claiming him for myself. A guttural groan releases itself from his throat, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my chipped soul.
Because he wants me.
And I haven’t felt wanted in years.
Damon presses me against the cool wall and the rough denim of his jeans sparks goosebumps across every inch of the exposed flesh of my inner thighs. Using the wall to prop me up, he pins me against it with his hips and grips the hem of my shirt. He starts to tug it up, his intention to pull it off over my head, but a cool breeze blows into the garage, causing thin sheets of metal to knock together, startling me out of my daze. I break the kiss for the umpteenth time.
“Wait,” I whisper, swiping a hand down my face, an attempt to sober myself. “Not here.”
Cursing, Judge glances over his shoulder, pausing on one of the blacked-out trucks. Laughing under his breath, he pulls me close to his body and carries me toward the first truck. He yanks the door open and sits me inside. I slide effortlessly across the black leather backseat to the far door, making room for Judge’s large frame. He climbs in and closes the door behind him as I sit sideways and draw my knees closer to my chest. I open my mouth to ask him whose truck it is, but he turns and grabs my ankles. I squeak as he yanks me hard, pulling me closer to him. I catch myself on my elbows as he pushes one of my legs off the seat, opening me up to him. Heat flares, swirling south to settle between my legs where Judge’s dark eyes linger. I wait in the silence, hating the way my heart beats a million miles a minute under his gaze. Almost instantly, the temperature inside the car picks up, and a thin layer of sweat bubbles across my forehead.
Judge adjusts his position on the backseat to lean over me, bringing his face level with mine. I lower myself flat on my back and smooth my palms along my stomach. I must come across as nervous because his face softens.
“How long has it been?” he asks me, flicking his stare over me.
“Since I’ve been with a man?”
He nods. Though Elias hated my guts, he kept me in his bed. Once Nicolás was born, I didn’t want to have sex with Elias, or sleep in the same room, but he’s not the kind of man you can say no to. To spare myself, and Nicolás, further pain, I allowed Elias to steal my sleep and take whatever he wanted from me. Sometimes I enjoyed it.
Mostly, I hated every second.
“Willingly?” I ask.
Judge grimaces, his big body going rigid, and I worry I’ve killed the mood.
I touch my hands to his shoulders and gently caress him, making my way to his neck. “Years. More than I can remember.”
I arch up and pull on his neck, drawing our mouths closer together. I flick my tongue out and touch it to his top lip and he releases a little rush of air. He slips his hand under my shirt and smooths his rough palm over my hip, lifting the fabric.
“You can say no to me,” he utters, sliding his hand to my ribs. “I’ll stop any time.”
He’s a good dad and a good man. My pulse quickens. Somebody fucking catch me because I’m in danger of falling. Keeping my stare locked on his, I withdraw my hands from his neck and pinch the fabric of my shirt between my fingers. Inhaling deep, I lift it over the rise of my breasts, exposing myself to him. His blue gaze falls to my breasts, and the way they darken stirs something wicked between my thighs.
“Fuck, you’re sexy,” he says, his voice a husky rasp as he takes my right breast in his hand.
I open my mouth to say…I don’t know. Thank you? But Judge claims me with a kiss, rendering me senseless and breathless all at once. He bears down on me, pressing harder between my legs, and all I can do is lie there, completely incapacitated by his passion, by the quick, fervent pace he sets. I don’t know how long he kisses me for, but when he pulls away, I gasp for air and my lips feel swollen. I purse them together and lick them as Judge places open mouth kisses down my jaw, my neck, and between my breasts while he drags his thumbs over my hardened peaks. He plays there for a while, not leaving an inch of my torso untouched, or unkissed, and it stirs an unrelenting ache between my legs. As if reading my mind, Judge releases my breast and snakes his touch down my stomach. Painfully, and achingly slow, he slips his long, thick fingers under the fabric of my bed shorts and pauses as he glides against my bare pubic mound.
He lifts his head. “You’re bare?”
Embarrassment explodes in my face. I may have taken care of the hair that was growing. I can’t stand it. I can’t stand the feeling of hair against my underwear. “You don’t like it?”
“I fucking love it.” He pushes further between my legs, smoothing his palm against me, stealing the breath from my lungs, making my clit pulse. “I just wasn’t expecting it.”
Pulling his hand from my shorts, Judge plants his hand on the door’s armrest above my head and the other on the seat beside my ribs, making it dip.
He lifts himself off me. “Take them off.”
My shorts? I lift my hips and curl my fingers under the waistbands of my shorts and my underwear. I push them down a few inches, then pause and peer up at Judge, who watches intently. Noticing I’ve stopped, he flicks his dark eyes to mine.
“Quicker,” he demands, sending my heart rate through the roof. “Or I’ll rip them off.”
I shove the scraps of fabric down my legs and work them down the rest of the way by moving my legs. When they reach my ankles, I kick them to the floor. Judge moves his hand to touch me there, but I catch him by the wrist and lift my chin. Warning flashes in his eyes, a silent demand I give him exactly what he wants.
“If you want to touch me there, you have to kiss me a little more.”
His lips quirk and they hold all my attention. I love kissing him. He tastes amazing, and he’s good at it. I don’t think I’ve ever been kissed the way Judge has kissed me tonight and if this is the only time we do it, I want to get the most out of it. I want him to give me enough to commit to memory.
“Have to?”
“Yes.” I release his wrist. “Unless you don’t want to.”
Judge lowers his head and teases his lips against mine, a gentle graze. “I want to.”
He kisses me and, this time he keeps his tongue at bay, only letting it out to lick at my lower lip, a quick, teasing flick. Then, he cups me between my legs, making my breath hitch. I pull away from his mouth, earning a wicked smile from him. Warmth pools at my entrance, my wetness growing tenfold, my arousal ready to pour into his hand.
“You’re so fucking wet for me,” Judge rasps. “I bet I could slip right in, huh?”
He presses his index finger to my clit, and I startle, my stomach clenching, as vibrations rip through me. I lift my head off the seat only to be met by Judge’s kiss. This time, he takes my mouth with his tongue and teeth, licking and biting so hard my head spins. Groaning, he sweeps his finger over my sensitive bundle of nerves in a circular motion and I s
quirm, unsure how to handle the sensations he effortlessly stirs in me. Without pause, he glides his touch to my entrance. I squeeze my eyes tightly closed as he breaches my opening with the very tip of his finger. Hot surges of arousal roll through me and I tilt my hips, urging him in deeper, but he stays at a teasing distance.
“I shouldn’t be doing this,” I whisper, a shiver trembling over me, sobering me.
How can I be doing this when everything in my life is going wrong? How can I be so selfish? Judge must feel the sudden apprehension in my body because he breaks the kiss, his heavy breath hitting mine.
“In a couple days, you’ll be Mom again,” he murmurs, and I open my eyes as my heart swells in my chest. “For now, you’re mine. Enjoy it.”
He pushes his thick finger all the way in. My breath hitches painfully in my throat and I arch off the seat. Pulling his finger out to circle it over my clit again, Judge cranes his neck and licks the column of my throat. A moan slips from my lips and I close my eyes, enjoying the pins and needles feeling his kisses, and nips of his teeth, leave in their wake as he makes his way to my breasts again. This time, he doesn’t stop there. He continues his descent to my belly button, then to my pelvis, all while gently circling me, slowly building my pleasure. Pausing his rain of kisses at the apex of my thighs, Judge peers up at me with a devilish smile that makes my heart race.
“What?” I ask, breathless, fighting the urge to lift my hips into his hot breath as it blows against my most sensitive parts.
“Nothing.”
“Nothing?”
Judge moves his finger out of the way to plant his hand on my thigh. He pushes it, opening me up, then closes his mouth over my core, thrusting his tongue between my creases. Oh, shit. One of my hands fly to his hair, the other to the car door above my head, and I moan—loudly.
“Damon…” I sigh, arching my back and flexing my hips.
He licks and sucks me harder, brushing his fingers along the crease between my thighs and my pelvis before pressing them to my entrance. The skin behind my ears pull tight as he breaches my opening and sinks right in. Holy fuck. With his fingers seated deep inside, he devours me with unbelievable confidence, like he knows my body better than I do.
Lifting my head, I peer down my body to watch his passionate assault on my most private part and our gazes meet—brown to blue—and the air is siphoned from my lungs.
“So good,” he groans, licking me with the flat of his tongue as he massages me from the inside, minutely pumping his fingers in and out. “So fucking good.”
I watch, enraptured by his movements, by his eyes that watch my breasts bounce and sway, and his lips that glisten with my arousal. My orgasm builds at the sight of him. His big body looks uncomfortably squashed up on the end of the seat, but he doesn’t seem to notice. I slowly shuffle back, pulling my hips away to give him more space, and he grunts, grabs my hip, and pulls me harder against his face. I curse and let my head fall back against the seat. My eyelids flutter shut. I can’t remember the last time I felt so…delusional.
“Oh, my god,” I whisper, the pleasure he gives me robbing me of my voice. My abs clench and I grip his hair in both hands. “I’m coming. Judge—”
It builds inside me like the rise of a roller coaster. I grit my teeth and my thighs quake as I reach the height of my pleasure. I teeter on the edge, pushed over when Judge pinches my clit between his lips and sucks hard on it. I fall into my orgasm, my head spinning like I’ve hit a loop-the-loop. Warmth spreads through me as I explode into a million tiny pieces. I cry out—in pleasure and pain—as my left calf cramps. I clench it with one hand and try to rub it as best I can with boneless arms.
“Fucking hell,” Judge swears, planting a kiss on my inner thighs. I tuck my legs up, drawing my knees close together, as he rears back and tugs on his belt, opening it up. “You went off quick.”
I squeeze my tender calf and watch him, watch his gorgeous body, and lick my lower lip. In this light, his sweat glistens and shadows pool perfectly in the depressions of his muscles. Judge stares down at me with his hard eyes, eyes filled with lust. Then he grabs my knee and tugs on it. I let my legs fall open as he leans over me, planting one hand on the edge of the seat by my head, the other on the door.
“You’re damn beautiful,” he utters, and I press my palm to his cheek, caressing his skin through his stubble, blush blooming over my face. “Perfect, even.”
“You don’t have to do that,” I whisper, and his eyebrows draw close.
I know better than to romantically involve myself with Damon Judge, but here I am, in the backseat of an unknown truck, my shirt around my neck, my pants on the floor, and someone else’s saliva drying on my flesh.
“Do what?”
“Make me feel good about myself. Make me feel like I’m different, more special, than the other women you…” I rub my lips together, unable to say the word. “…you know.”
Judge lowers his hips, pinning mine against the seat. His open zipper exposes skin low on his pelvis and the warmth of it increases the slickness between my thighs.
“I ate your pussy until you came,” he states, as if that makes a difference. “I never—”
I turn my head and laugh. “You’re such a liar.”
He lets me laugh, his own lips quirking in response as he studies my face. “A liar?”
“Yeah, a liar.” A final giggle bubbles out my mouth. “But it’s okay—”
Growling, Judge shoves his arms under my body and scoops me into his arms. My breath hitches as he sits and yanks me forward. There’s no space in here, and yet he manipulates my body so easy. In the blink of an eye, my thighs are slipping to either side of his, my knees pressed into the backrest of the seat. Wrapping one arm around my waist, he snakes the other up my back and into my hair.
“I’m many things,” he says, and I inhale sharply, sucking air between my teeth, anticipating him yanking my head on an angle. Instead, he gently eases it, his dark, blue gaze falling to the slope of my neck as my hair tumbles to the side. “But I’m not a liar.”
“So, you don’t…” My voice melts to nothing as Judge shakes his head. “Ever?”
Embarrassed heat inches through my veins and I want to pull away from him, suddenly insecure. “Is it because you don’t like it?”
His eyes flash. “I love it.”
“Then I don’t get it.”
“You’ve seen the women in here, how often they jump from member to member. I’d die for my men, but it’d be a cold day in hell before I put my mouth where they thrust their cocks.” He brushes hair out of my face, then drags his thumb along my lower lip. I smell the strange soap I used to wash his hands. “You…you are all mine.”
I lift my eyebrows. My pulse quickens. “Yours?”
“All mine.” Judge kisses me. He claims my mouth in a way that’s so sinfully intimate, I feel I’m imposing on the moment, so I close my eyes. My heart pounds in my chest, my skin prickling with things I shouldn’t be feeling. He breaks the kiss, leaving me drunk on him. “For the moment, at least.”
My eyelids flutter open. “And when we leave the truck?”
“I think, when we leave this truck, it gets a little more complicated.” He glances between my eyes and my lips. “It meant a lot…when you told me I was a good d—”
Hands slam against the window and we startle, whipping our heads in the direction of the two small palms pressed against the black glass.
“Keep your fucking hands there,” someone orders, and the truck gently rocks.
Panic rises in my throat like bile and I yank my shirt down, covering my hardened nipples and heavy breasts.
Holding me tight against him, Judge shushes me. “They can’t see us.”
“They?”
Then I see it, her long, blonde hair, and his cropped hair style, the kind that’s shorter on the sides and longer on the top. He towers over her, smoothing his big hands down her arms. I suck air between my teeth. Oh no. It’s James Creed and Isabelle Laur
ent. Don’t they have their own room?
She straightens her head, blows air out of her lips, and watches her reflection. Even through the dark tint, I can tell her skin is flushed pink and heated. I swallow hard, watching them. I should look away. I should open the door and let them know I’m here…but I don’t want them to know I’m with Judge. I don’t want them to know what we’ve done.
“You wore it,” Creed grumbles, pulling her hair over one shoulder. He lowers his face into the nape of her neck, planting soft kisses there. “You knew they’d all look at you, all want you, and you still fucking wore it.”
“You bought it.”
He grabs her by the hair and pulls her head back. Isabelle’s eyes flare with pleasure, her lips quirking with delight. “Yeah, I bought it. You’re supposed to wear it for me. No one else.”
Judge laughs under his breath and I look at him.
“We should tell them we’re here,” I say, but he shakes his head.
“No. In order to tell them, we’d have to stop. We’d have to leave this truck.” He pushes my shirt back over the swells of my breasts and cups one in his large palm. He squeezes it, feels the weight of it, then pinches my nipple between his thumb and forefinger, forcing my hips to flex against him of their own accord. “I don’t want to leave this truck. I don’t want to fucking stop.”
Judge cranes his neck and envelops my nipple with his hot tongue and groans heartily.
“Judge…” I sigh, tilting my head to watch him suck me into his mouth.
Sexual interaction with Elias was never like this. With him, it was a perfectly choregraphed dance. He came in, knew what to do, then finished. I could predict how sex with him would go every single time. With Judge, tonight, it’s different. I don’t know what he wants to do next—or if he wants to do anything at all. I can’t predict his next move, next touch, or the next words that are going to come out of his mouth. And I realize…I miss the spontaneity of a man.
I miss their smell.
