Dirty Like Jude: A Dirty Rockstar Romance (Dirty, Book 5)

by Jaine Diamond

  “Babe—”

  She deep-throated me again, making my brain explode… then slid her mouth back to the head, spoiling it with attention. I felt the climax building, fast, the pressure gathering in my balls.

  Then she stopped. She glanced up at me.

  I was breathing hard as I watched her.

  She wrapped her hand around my shaft and gently kissed my cockhead.

  Then she went down on me again, devouring me in a slow, steadily-building rhythm until I was right on the edge.

  Then she stopped again.

  “V…” I groaned, but then she started up again. She sucked me off slow, until I was right on the edge, a few more times… and every damn time, she stopped.

  Just like she told me she would.

  My dick was like fucking granite in her mouth as she worked me over, moaning softly all the way. And that sound of her soft, throaty voice, muffled by my cock… I had to come, soon.

  Had to have her, too. Her soft, tight pussy, on my dick, in my mouth… couldn’t stop thinking about the other night, when I’d made her sit on my face.

  “You wanna hop on, babe…?”

  “Mm-mmm…” she hummed, her mouth still full of cock.

  “I’ve got condoms…”

  But she just kept riding me with her mouth, sucking me right to the edge again.

  “No…?” I gasped.

  She kept sucking, long and slow, then gradually faster, rolling her tongue over my head and making my eyes roll the fuck back.

  “All you want… is that dick in your mouth…?”

  She answered by increasing the suction and wriggling her tongue around the underside of my cockhead. I groaned, squeezing her hair tighter in my fist.

  And I gave up. I gave in.

  I stopped trying to hold back, to control it.

  She took me deep again, slow, and I felt it fucking everywhere. Sparkling little pinpricks of pleasure all over my body. In my scalp. In my nipples. In my balls…

  She swept her soft fingers over my swollen sac and I growled, low in my throat.

  I stared at her.

  One thing that was obvious whenever she had my dick in her mouth: Roni fucking loved giving head.

  Who was I to complain?

  “That’s good, darlin’,” I encouraged her instead. “More… like that…”

  But she eased right back and released me with a soft, wet popping sound.

  And licked me like a fucking lollipop.

  She looked up at me, and those green eyes hit me like a lighting bolt to the spine. Heat flooded me. Her fingers smoothed over my balls again, slithered around the base of my cock and squeezed lightly, teasingly, as she kept her lips just out of reach.

  Fuck…

  It was like the tenth time she’d totally fucking stopped. I’d lost count, but it was definitely way too many times. My balls ached and my whole body felt like it was about to explode.

  “Roni… babe,” I breathed.

  She flickered her tongue over my slit, lapping up the pre-come that had leaked out.

  Then she pushed down, taking me deep, and the rush started.

  “Fuck. I’m gonna come, babe…”

  “Mmm.” She slithered her tongue all over my dick, squeezed the base and pulled… and it was all over. I gripped her hair and held her down as the orgasm rocked me. As I came in her tight, wet mouth, my dick jerked what felt like a hundred times. While I shot into her, my brain smashed around in my head and the whole world went dark. There was nothing but her, me, her hair in my fist, her fucking mouth.

  “Jesus Christ,” I heard myself say when I finished shooting. Her mouth was still on me, gently working, easing me back down. Then she released my dick with a sexy, wet sound—right before it became too fucking much.

  I relaxed with a rough sigh.

  I watched her lick her lip.

  I released her hair and smoothed it gently back from her face, just catching my breath.

  “Fuck… was that okay?” I’d pretty much held her there as I jerked in her throat, out of my mind with lust, like some fucking caveman. “Was that too rough?”

  She just kinda smiled at me, cocking her head. I knew that look.

  I like it rough.

  She’d told me that, too. Long ago. But some girls said that, didn’t really mean it. And some girls’ definition of “rough” was different than other girls’.

  “Answer me.”

  “It was hot,” she said, sliding back up into her seat.

  “Where you goin’?” I reached for her, hungry to do the same to her as she’d just done to me. Slowly and for-fucking-ever.

  Girl thought she knew how to inflict torture?

  She’d barely met my tongue yet.

  But she resisted.

  “C’mere,” I said. I took her face in my hands, pulled her toward me; that gorgeous fucking face with her lips all swollen. “Come give me that pussy. I wanna taste you, V…”

  She broke away before I could kiss her. “No.”

  “You don’t wanna sit on my face?” I asked, disbelieving, as she slid away onto the farthest edge of her seat.

  “No. Thank you.” She flipped down the visor to get at the mirror, and started touching up her lips with her fuck-me lip gloss.

  I blinked at her, confused as shit. “You’re just gonna call it a fuckin’ night?”

  “Yeah. I’m done.” She gestured at my dick. “That was for the comment about my ‘cocksucking lips.’”

  “Huh? What comment?” I did up my jeans with some struggle and blew out a breath; fucking sensitive. Wasn’t sure my dick was ever gonna be the same. “That wasn’t even my comment, sweetheart. That was fuckin’ Zane’s comment.”

  “Either way.” She finished glossing her gorgeous lips in the mirror, then looked at me, making a bitchy kissy face.

  “You serious? You pissed about that?”

  “I’m not pissed.”

  I ran my hands through my hair, catching my breath. The blood was creeping back into my brain, fucking slowly. “You should be. Zane’s an asshole.” He was. He was one of my best friends, yeah, but when it came to women? Asshole.

  “Goodnight, Jude.” She hopped out of the car before I knew what was happening.

  I got out my side, clumsily; the blood wasn’t exactly back in all the right places yet. “The fuck are you going?” I called to her across the roof of my car. “Roni! Get back in the car.”

  “I’m going home.” She strode toward the street corner in the rain, where a taxi was happening by. “Alone,” she tossed over her shoulder.

  “I can give you a ride!” I called after her as she flagged the cab down.

  “I think I already gave you one!” she called back, strutting right over to the cab with a little too much bounce in her step.

  Was she fucking enjoying this?

  “Then let me return the fuckin’ favor!”

  “It was my treat!”

  Fuck me. “And for the record, you do have cocksucking lips!”

  She turned and grinned at me, then dropped into the cab.

  Could not believe I just yelled that down the street. But fuck, this woman.

  It was a downtown street at night, where no one gave a fuck, other than some drunk college boys smoking outside a pub. They hooted and shouted back some shit I ignored.

  I glanced at the truck that was parked just inside the back alley, about a dozen feet from me, as its headlights popped on. I could just make out the face of the driver as he smiled at me. Fucking Bane.

  I flipped him my middle finger. Fucker probably saw the whole thing. At least, Roni’s head disappearing into my lap for like a half-hour.

  Fucking hottest half-hour my dick had ever experienced.

  I got in my car. Watched Bane pull out, following Roni’s taxi.

  And I felt like a fucking creep.

  I sighed. My dick was still fucking throbbing, my heart still beating too hard in my chest.

  I picked up my phone and sent her a text.
Two texts.

  Me: I lied to you more than I should have.

  Me: I’m sorry.

  I started up the car, then picked up the phone again and sent one more text.

  Me: I liked you. I should’ve said that more.

  Then I drove home.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Roni

  The next night I had my meeting with Brody, in his home office, to go over the whole promotional strategy for the New Year’s Eve event. He liked it, added in a few suggestions of his own, and done.

  Promoting this event would be a serious no-brainer.

  Dirty, DJ Summer, New Year’s Eve. Best party in town.

  Not a Dirty show. Not a DJ Summer show. It was a double bill, and it was gonna sell out in nanoseconds.

  All I had to do was get the word out to the right people.

  As soon as we were done, Jessa was waiting to yank me up to her and Brody’s bedroom.

  “Nicky’s asleep,” she informed me, “but he often wakes up about an hour after going down for more milk. So let’s do this.”

  No sooner had she shut and locked the bedroom door behind us than she had Katy Perry rocking on her iPhone, “I Kissed a Girl,” and cranked it through her BlueTooth speaker.

  I raised an eyebrow. “Is there something I should know?”

  “It’s to keep Brody away,” she said, heading into the walk-in closet. “Katy Perry scares him. If my Girl Time playlist is rocking, he’s afraid we’re talking about our periods or something.”

  “Are we talking about our periods?”

  “No. I’m probably not having one for like the next two years anyway.”

  “Huh?”

  “While breastfeeding,” she said. “It probably won’t come back.”

  “Oh.” I put on a forced, pleasant-neutral smile and said, “How interesting.” Which had become my stock response for all the shit she told me about motherhood that freaked me out.

  I lay on my stomach on her bed, playing on my phone and sipping my wine, checking messages and all my social media accounts while she set to work digging through her lingerie drawers. She’d put Nick to sleep in his little bassinet, which was down in the party room with Brody, and while Jessa and I had our “girl time,” Brody was on baby duty.

  She’d already asked me to babysit tomorrow night, to come over and hang with Nick while she and Brody went on their little date. Two hours; she’d promised me that was the longest it would be, because apparently neither Nicky or her boobs could stand to be apart from each other any longer than that.

  “I need you to tell me which one I should wear,” she said as she started pulling lingerie and laying it out on the bed around me. “I feel like I’ve already forgotten how this all works.”

  “It’s easy. Whichever one makes you feel most bangable.”

  She started peeling off her clothes in the walk-in closet and I went back to my phone. Taze, the little shit, had blocked me on Instagram. Unfortunate that I noticed that, but I did. It was the only social media account he kept; his account was private, and he mostly posted pictures of his motorcycle, but I’d still followed him.

  Now, he was just gone from the list.

  “I’m not even sure these are gonna fit my milk boobs…” Jessa was wiggling into a black lace teddy, struggling to arrange her bloated boobs into the cups.

  “All the better,” I said. “Here’s the thing you’ve never seemed to grasp about men, my dear friend. Brody is not gonna complain if your boobs are falling out.”

  “Right,” she said, like she was trying to commit that little tip to memory for future use.

  “What are you so nervous about? Brody’s seen your boobs before.”

  Jessa walked out of the closet, and all she needed was a glittering runway and a fan to blow her hair back.

  “Damn, girl. You still got it.”

  I expected her to smile, or laugh, or tell me to shut up.

  “I’m proposing to him,” she blurted instead.

  I stared at her. “What?”

  “Yeah.” She giggled nervously.

  “Holy… shit.” I got up and flew to her, giving her a hug. She clung to me. I could feel how excited she was. How… nervous.

  “I just want it to be… you know… romantic and everything.”

  I held her out at arm’s length. She gripped my arms and her nervous, excited energy seemed to buzz right through me.

  “Everything’s about Nicky right now, obviously,” she gushed, “and Dirty, and we’re both so tired. That’s why I’m doing it now. Because I want to surprise him, and this is the last thing he’ll expect. He thinks we’re just going for a little drive tomorrow, you know, get out of the house together and grab a fro-yo or something.” She grinned. “I booked us a hotel room.”

  “For like an hour?”

  “Yup.”

  “Girl.”

  I looked her over. My friend the lingerie model, who’d just had a baby, dressed in a gorgeous black silk-and-lace teddy, with her quadruple-E’s or whatever and her curves all over the place… “Jessa. No straight man on Earth would say no to this proposal. I’m pretty sure if you proposed to your brother wearing this, he’d consider it.”

  “Jesus, Roni.” She made a barfy face. “Really.”

  “Just trying to dispel some of this tension…” I shook her a bit by the shoulders, gently, and she released her death grip on my arms.

  “I know Brody’s not gonna say no,” she said, biting her lip a bit. “I just want it to be perfect.”

  “It will be.”

  “You can’t tell anyone. No one knows. I asked you to babysit because I was too nervous to tell Maggie or Katie… Just in case they accidentally let it slip or something? Or Brody suspected something? I don’t know. Paranoia?”

  “Jessa. You know he’ll get nothing out of me.”

  “I know,” she said.

  I felt kinda flattered, actually, that she’d picked me. I would’ve thought for sure Maggie or Katie would be her first choice for anything like this.

  “You’re gonna knock it out of the park,” I told her, settling back on the bed as she checked herself out in the wall mirror. “But if you really want to get married… why don’t we make him propose to you?”

  “It’s not about making him ask or waiting for him to do it. I don’t need him to ask. It’s not about me feeling wanted.” She looked at me with her big brown eyes. “He’s been waiting for this his whole life. He’s been waiting for me. So I’m going to give it to him.”

  Wow. I actually felt tears prick in my eyes, and it took a lot to move me to tears. “Jessa. Fuck. I’ll marry you, if you keep talking like that.”

  She grinned and dashed back into the walk-in, peeling off the teddy. “We’ll tell everyone soon, as soon as it’s official,” she said. “We’ll have a little party.”

  “And your secret is safe with me until then.”

  It was. I’d never told anyone—even Jessa—about how I’d seen Zane, naked, in Maggie’s cabin in the middle of the night, the night of Jesse and Katie’s wedding. Why? Not because of my undying loyalty to Maggie. She and I weren’t really that close.

  Because Maggie and Zane fucking was none of my business.

  Jessa planning a surprise proposal for Brody? Also none of my business.

  I’d take all that shit to my grave if necessary.

  Talking about other people’s love lives was bullshit. I definitely didn’t appreciate it when other people gossiped about mine. As the subject of gossip from a young age, I knew how it felt.

  “I just don’t know if I should go super-sexy with this, or more… romantic,” Jessa said, and when I looked up again, she was sliding into a royal-blue lace bustier. The matching panties were already on, and damn.

  “Well, what reaction are you going for?” I asked her.

  “Reaction?”

  “Do you want him to treat you like the mother of his newborn baby, or like some dirty whore he just picked up in an alley?”

&nbs
p; “Ew. Roni, gross.” She stepped out of the walk-in to peruse herself in the mirror again. She was definitely blushing a little when she turned to me and said, “Okay. The whore thing. We haven’t had sex since Nick was born and I don’t even know if I can yet.”

  “How… interesting,” I said quickly, my pleasant-neutral smile in place—before she could elaborate on any details about that I really did not want to know.

  She took the hint and moved on. “But I wanted this night to be, you know, X-rated. I don’t want him to think our sex life is over just because of the adorable little cockblocker who sleeps two feet from us.”

  I kind of snort-laughed, which was not something I did in mixed company. “Jessa Mayes. After all these years… you surprise me.”

  “I’m serious.”

  “So am I.”

  “That’s what he calls Nicky. ‘Our little cockblocker.’”

  “Adorable.” I tossed a black garter-belt-and-babydoll ensemble at her. “Try this one.”

  “Okay.” She headed back into the walk-in to strip down. “Hey. How’s Taze?”

  “Oh. Didn’t I tell you?” I didn’t even look up from my phone. “I broke up with him.”

  “When?”

  “Few days ago.”

  “Are you okay?”

  “Of course.” I glanced up to find her sympathy face staring at me from the closet doorway. “Come on. It was inevitable.”

  “How did he take it?”

  “Not well? He hasn’t messaged me or called at all. I don’t know… Maybe he doesn’t even care? Maybe he thinks I wasn’t serious, or I was just mad at him. That I’ll take it back in a moment of horniness?”

  She raised an eyebrow at me. “Will you?”

  “No.”

  No fucking way.

  Maybe it was having sex with someone else, someone I was so deeply attracted to, that had clarified for me what that whole relationship really was—and wasn’t.

  But it was more than that. It was what Jude said about Taze. It wasn’t even that he’d cheated on me as much as it was the fact that I’d chosen to be with a man who had, apparently, played me like that. Again.

  “Jude told me Taze cheated on me.”

  Jessa stepped out of the closet and stared at me. She didn’t say, How would he know? Because we both knew how Jude would know.