I’d decided to take a break after an hour and wandered over to the kitchen to find him stirring something in a saucepan. Another weird scenario. My boss was cooking dinner for me while I worked overtime at his house.
“Sure. Could you grab that bottle of wine for me?” Jude asked without looking at me and pointed to a spot behind him.
I did, noting that it was white wine and he probably intended to use it for cooking.
“What’re you making?” I questioned as I handed him the wine and went to stand beside him.
“Vegan scallops,” he answered absently, stirring whatever was in the pan. “Mushrooms in white wine, cream sauce and pasta. Have you ever tried it?”
I hadn’t but I enjoyed how varied his vegan diet was and told him so. It brought a smile to his face and then he nodded his head towards the refrigerator. “Grab some red wine from there, please. We’ll be drinking that one.”
I went over and took out the only chilled bottle of wine I could see and Jude moved away from the stove to place two glasses on the opposite counter while handing me the corkscrew. I gave him a sideways look and he raised an eyebrow at me.
“Can you uncork it? I have to stir this.”
I was very nearly frozen trying not to let on that I had no idea how to uncork a wine bottle. Had never even touched one before tonight. Jude had already moved away while I regarded the bottle and corkscrew in my hands helplessly. It wasn’t that hard, was it?
“Umm…”
I didn’t know what to tell him short of the truth and sound ridiculous doing so because what twenty-two year old woman did not know how to open a wine bottle?
“Here. Give it to me.” He was beside me in a few seconds and expertly did what I had been dreading to try before pouring out two glasses for us. “This was also a gift. From one of my friends. Good, right?”
I honestly was no lover of wine but I took a measly sip before nodding.
He was smirking at me, his eyes shining a little and I had a feeling he knew how unsophisticated I was when it came to such things but he never said a word. He finished the whole glass after the first few sips and might have moaned slightly at the taste as well. Or maybe that was just my lust-addled brain wanting to hear such sounds coming from his mouth.
“Fine wine is my absolute weakness,” he told me lightly and poured himself another glass before taking it over to the stove and getting busy with his cooking again.
I leaned against the counter and watched him with my head to one side, considering his words. Was it weird that I was actually jealous of a bottle of wine now? The way he seemed to savor it and delight in consuming more of it. The way he admitted it was his weakness when he barely spoke so fondly about anything or anyone else. The way he relaxed and opened up whenever he had had a little bit more than was average of the good stuff.
I studied his back as he moved, the stance of his body, the tautness of his butt in those jeans and how his shirt hugged his muscles as I remembered the previous night when he seemed to have been intoxicated by me. He hadn’t flirted or made any moves on me today since I had arrived and I was getting a little impatient. When Jude finished his second glass while adding whatever ingredients only he knew of to the pan, I went over casually and poured him some more of his favourite stuff.
He murmured a thank you and I smiled and offered to set the table. When he finally brought over the food while I was scrolling through my phone, I was surprised to see that he’d included chicken salad on the menu as well.
“Jude, you didn’t have to,” I said as he sat down and began dishing out the vegan scallops on his plate.
“Oh, it’s not a problem,” he replied. “Just because I’m eating this doesn’t mean that you need to as well. More wine?”
I shook my head and dug into the salad he had made. “None for me, thanks.”
Giving me a brief nod, he poured himself a fourth glass before starting to eat. At first, we simply talked about his book and his notes from the hospital appointment but then I fell quiet when the sexual tension I was feeling became a little too overpowering. I was aware of each movement of his hands, every sigh he let out, every sound of appreciation he made after a bite or a drink of wine and the shift of his legs beneath the table. And when I couldn’t take it anymore, I had to lift my eyes and sneak a glance at him.
I found him already watching me, a contemplative expression in his eyes as he chewed his food.
“This is really delicious,” I said quickly because there was nothing else I could think of and Jude smiled slightly.
“Thank you,” he said and put down his fork. “Can I just say something? It’s hard not to comment. I mean, you must hear it a lot, anyway but…I just can’t get over how young you look, Riley. You could pass for someone in high school.”
I cracked a nervous smile before replying, “You’re right. I do hear it a lot.”
He drank some more wine and said, “It must get annoying, I suppose. I’d hate it if people kept telling me I look like a teenager.”
I took a moment to admire his handsome face, the width of his shoulders and his strong, confident pose before biting on my bottom lip. “No one could ever mistake you for a teenager,” I said a little breathlessly.
Jude looked at my lips again. He kept doing that as if he couldn’t help himself. As though he thought of kissing me as much as I thought of kissing him. But then he averted his gaze and frowned at his plate.
“You can stay the night if you want,” he offered curtly. “It’s pretty late and I hate the thought of anyone sleeping in that motel. It looked very…disreputable. Excuse me.”
I watched as he got up to go into the kitchen with his plate and smirked at the word he had used to describe the motel. So like Jude. Following him with my own plate and empty glass, I started to help him with the dishes even though he protested.
“Come on. You made us dinner. It’s the least I can do,” I insisted and went over to grab the wine. “Here. Why don’t you sit back and relax? You had a pretty busy day. Let me take care of this. Please.”
At first, he hesitated and stood there looking uncertain due to the fact that I wanted to take over the rest of the kitchen duties but then he disappeared upstairs. I was a little disappointed to see him leave, thinking he was going off to bed because maybe he did not want a repeat of last night.
But then, five minutes later, he reappeared and settled on the couch, turning on the TV. I waited for about twenty minutes, letting the wine work its magic before finishing up in the kitchen and going to join him. Deliberately, I sat down close to him on the sofa but he didn’t seem to notice at first because he was engrossed in some sort of documentary on the television. Again.
He appeared completely relaxed now and I noticed that the bottle was almost empty. It made me smile and also, caused me to become bolder in my inspection of him. Tucking my legs underneath myself, I leaned back slowly, almost touching his arm.
For a moment, all I did was close my eyes and allow myself to feel the intoxication I always felt when I focused on him and him alone. He was my addiction. My dark obsession. The object of my unfiltered desire. I imagined a world where he felt the same about me and spent every minute of his time wanting to ravish me.
“Jude,” I whispered but it came out sounding more like a plea, a moan.
I sensed his gaze on me then and unhurriedly opened my eyes, letting him see exactly how much he affected me, how much I craved him. He didn’t look surprised by the lust he could clearly witness as he slowly released a breath.
“Riley,” he said and I detected the hesitation in his tone. He was about to tell me no. I could feel it. And that was something I could no longer tolerate. No more refusals.
Daringly, I placed a hand on his denim-clad thigh and allowed it to slide firmly up towards his crotch. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed.
“Riley, I don’t think I’m sober enough for this,” he revealed uncertainly.
I loved hearing the slur in his voice, th
e evidence that he was finally, deliciously tipsy.
“I know,” I told him and smiled before getting up on my knees.
Sober Jude caused me to become shy and nervous. Drunk Jude was very easy to handle. Also, I felt braver doing all the things I wanted to do to him when he wasn’t shrewdly trying to figure me out, when I knew that even if he saw right through me to the person I was inside, he wouldn’t remember much of it in the morning.
“I’m ready for this tonight,” I said in a husky voice and palmed him through his jeans.
He let out a hiss and closed his eyes. “Riley, no,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
“You don’t mean that, Jude,” I crooned and leaned forward to kiss his neck, inhaling deeply again, letting his male scent arouse me even more. “If you really didn’t want this, you wouldn’t be getting so hard right now.”
And he was. Getting so wonderfully hard. I kneaded him eagerly and licked the side of his neck while pressing into his body.
“I want your hands on me,” I told him, lifting my head a little to nip his earlobe.
Tonight, he was mine. Mine to do whatever I wanted with him and then some.
Jude groaned softly, one of his hands coming up to my ponytail. He held it a little tightly before tugging on it and causing me to move my head back so that I was looking into his eyes. His own gaze was drowsy but smoldering, his skin drawn tight over his cheekbones.
“You are so tempting,” he breathed out and I responded with a mischievous smile.
“You’re even more tempting though. I feel like doing very, very bad things to you, boss.”
Jude’s blue eyes glittered as he ran them over my face, pausing on my mouth for a few seconds and then moving down to my cleavage. He did the lip-licking thing again which brought out a soft moan from my throat in response.
His expression grew pained, the internal struggle he was having clearly evident as he said, “I had too much wine again. I don’t think-”
I captured his lips before he could finish that sentence, keeping one hand firmly against his erection and using the other to explore the tight muscles on his stomach underneath his t-shirt.
“Please,” I whispered softly and gasped when he reacted swiftly and abruptly by hauling me against him until I was seated on his lap with my knees bent.
What followed was the wildest kissing session I had ever engaged in during my adolescence. He was so thorough in the way he explored my mouth and tasted me. My fingers curled in his hair as I moaned at the feel of his body against mine, at the way he slid his hands up my thighs until his thumbs hovered near my pussy. My pussy which was already leaking from the hormonal overload I was experiencing.
“Jude, please,” I whined, not even sure what I was asking for as I writhed against him but he seemed to know because he shifted us until I was lying underneath him and his weight above mine was so delightfully heavy and hard.
He kissed me again, his tongue swirling and exploring the cavern of my mouth like he couldn’t get enough. Then his lips moved to my neck, showering intense, hot kisses on my sensitive skin before sucking on it gently.
Instinctively, my legs fell open and he settled into the space between. I began moving against him then, needing the friction but Jude stopped me by placing his hands on my hips and growling, “No. Not like this, Riley. Last time, you got chafed, remember?”
I almost roared at the ferocity of my feelings for him. That he would remember that bit of information in the middle of getting intimate with me, that he would even care in the midst of his lust was too much for me.
“I’m okay now,” I replied and lifted the bottom of his t-shirt because I wanted to see more of him. I wanted him naked and pumping in me right away.
Jude helped me remove his t-shirt and my gaze snagged on his chest, my hands moving over the sprinkling of hair and thumbs rubbing across his nipples. He hissed again and I smiled before lowering the straps of my dress. Down, down they went and his eyes followed as I revealed more and more of my skin. When the fabric caught on the tips of my breasts, his lips parted in a rush of air and he took over from there, yanking the material down impatiently.
The heavy globes seemed to beguile him and he narrowed his eyes at them before bending his head to lick one of my nipples. The sharp sting of desire that shot through me made my hips lift slightly and a short cry escaped my mouth. I watched with growing lust as his pink tongue circled my brown tip and suckled on it for a few seconds before he lifted his lashes and his mouth quirked a little at the corners.
“Better than fine wine,” he murmured appreciatively, causing a gush of arousal to flow through my pussy as I waited for him to do the same to my other breast.
He didn’t. He just watched me, studying my face while playing with that one nipple he laved with his tongue and I bared my teeth at him.
“Please stop teasing,” I growled and Jude’s eyes seemed to glow with repressed excitement.
“I like how you seem to be a completely different person most of the time but then, you show me another side of you during such moments,” he said with a contemplative furrow of his brows. “Which one is the real you, Riley?”
You don’t want to know.
I said nothing but splayed my fingers on the sides of his head and lifted my upper body until my breasts were pressing against his face.
“Taste them,” I invited, boldness completely taking me over and he complied by first rubbing his stubbly cheek against my softness and then taking my other nipple in his mouth and drawing on it deeply.
The sound I made this time was more like a deep whine. I could have cried with the aching sensation that started in my breasts and crawled across my entire body.
“So beautiful,” he whispered against my tits but I didn’t think he was actually talking to me.
“You know what else is beautiful?” I asked him breathlessly and snaked a hand down between our writhing bodies to lift up my dress and then proceed to remove my panties.
They were soaked with my arousal and he moved to pull them off, grinning a little at the sight of my wetness clinging to them.
“Fuck, yes,” he breathed as he tossed them somewhere behind the couch and then returned his attention to me. Specifically, my glistening pussy.
I felt so raw, exposed and completely turned on by the intensity of his gaze and my spread out position. He touched me with just one finger while I watched, teasing it up and down my slit and letting the glistening wetness coat it.
“Jude,” I begged hoarsely, lifting my hips again. “I want more.”
“I’ll give you more, don’t worry,” he assured me seriously. Lifting that same finger, he kept his gaze locked with mine and deliberately ran his tongue over it.
I almost combusted with lust. Shit, the sight of him licking my juices off his long, lean finger while he watched me was so erotic. He wasn’t what he always seemed to be either. So respectable most of the time, so serious and yet, there was a fire in him which burned bright, a sensuality which he seemed to suppress most of the time. He reserved that sort of passion only for his writing. But now I wanted to receive all of it.
“Give me your cock,” I ordered him in an urgent tone and he lifted an eyebrow.
“You mean this cock? The cock that scared you off last night?” he teased, regarding me with just a hint of amusement. “Are you sure you want it?”
I responded by placing one of my feet firmly at the centre of his chest and letting it slide down his torso and settle at his groin where I gave it a firm press.
“Pretty sure, Mr. Knight.”
His response was to lift my leg up and put my toe in his mouth. After sucking on it a little, he grazed his teeth across it as he dragged it out and then pushed my leg back slowly until I was even more exposed to him. He braced that leg against the couch so that his hands were free to open his zipper and rid himself of his jeans and briefs in short, clumsy movements. I chewed on my lips as I waited, hoping he wouldn’t pass out before we got
to the main part.
Once he was naked, I looked my fill and decided I liked what I was seeing a little too much. All that bare skin and hardness with his enormous cock jutting out so proudly, the tip of it gleaming with his precum. I wanted to lick it off but there would be time for that later. For now, I didn’t want anything to distract him from fucking me. Nothing to make him change his mind or think better of this. No delays to give him time to come to his senses.
Taking his cock in one hand, he touched it to my cunt and firmly slid it up and down my slit to prime me up some more. As if I needed any more priming. It only took a few seconds for his dick to become wet from my juices and Jude clenched his jaw while I gritted my teeth, waiting, waiting…
Then he tucked his forearm under my thigh, the one resting on the back of the couch and pulled me a little closer to him before starting to feed his cock to my pussy, inch by aching inch. My eyes rolled to the back of my head at the pleasure and fullness of him entering me at last. My walls clenched around him, greedily sucking him in, needing the whole thing tucked inside, hard and heavy, pumping with heat and energy.
“Oh my God,” I moaned and laughed a little because it was better than I had imagined. So, so fucking good.
My hips began moving of their own accord, trying to match his rhythm as he fucked me while my hands went to my tits and gripped them because they just felt so empty and were demanding some attention. His pumping and my kneading made me wetter still and I might have growled at the hot sensations, at the triumph I felt upon knowing that I was finally claiming him the way I had wanted to for so long.
At least in the physical sense, he was going to be mine and I may not be all that experienced but I had read enough books to know that you could make a man crazy for you just by luring him with the promise of hot, unrestrained sex. That was what I was going to do to him. I would make him so damn crazy, he would begin to hate the idea of me leaving his bed. I wasn’t going to be the shy and hesitant Riley anymore. Not after this.
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