by Rye Hart
“Fuck yes,” she whimpered.
My sentiments exactly.
I drove my cock deeper and deeper into her tight little hole, pumping her with every inch as she cried out in pleasure for me. My name on her lips was an aphrodisiac all by itself but combined with the moans coming from her was the sweetest music I'd ever heard. I wasn't sure how long I could last. Even though I'd cum inside her once today, it wasn't enough. I wanted to keep fucking her for as long as she'd let me, bringing her to climax after climax until I was totally spent or she begged me to stop.
The position I had her in though, was making it hard to hold on. Seeing her ass shake with every thrust, my balls smacking against her smooth, cool flesh, was too much for me. Not to mention the fact that having her bent over like that mean I could go deep inside of her, the walls of her pussy squeezing down against my dick. So deep. So very deep into her depths.
“Don't stop, baby,” she muttered. “That's the spot – oh God, yes.”
“I don't plan on it,” I growled, pummeling myself deep into her.
Her body shuddered, and she pulled her head back, screaming out in pleasure. She didn't have to tell me she was climaxing, I already knew. The spasms around my cock sent shockwaves through my body, forcing me to let go of her hair.
Ember's head fell forward and she grabbed onto a pillow, burying her face into it as she continued to cry out for me, her words were garbled, not even making sense. I knew I'd hit that sweet spot inside of her, and I kept hitting it over and over again, watching her seize and writhe against the couch, losing control of her body.
I had to hold onto her hips with both hands, keeping her steady so I could continue pumping away inside of her. I gritted my teeth, my balls curling up inside of me. No, I commanded my dick, not yet. Gotta keep going – gotta make her come again.
It was too late, though. My cock pulsed as I dug my fingers into Ember's flesh, lifting her ass up off the arm of the couch and holding her against me.
She was whimpering now, her voice barely a whisper, but she said, “Yes, Jude. Come for me, baby. Come hard for me.”
It's not like I had much of a choice. Streams of cum erupted from my cock, filling her up with even more of my seed. Spasm after spasm, my hot, sticky load just kept on coming, along with my orgasm. In that moment, it felt like I'd given a part of me to her. Emptying my seed inside of her felt like a transfer of energy, and as soon as the last wave passed, I was spent.
I almost couldn't stand, and wobbled backward, my dick slipping from her velvety folds. Her thighs were drenched in our juices and I stared, for a long time, admiring the view.
Ember just stayed put over the arm of the couch, her body as limp as a rag doll. As soon as I regained my composure and could breathe again, I scooped her up into my arms. A lazy smile spread across her lips, and her eyes fluttered opened and shut.
“That was amazing,” she said, her voice sleepy.
“That it was,” I said. I kissed the tip of her nose as I carried her upstairs.
Without saying a word, I carried her into my room and laid her down on my bed. I reached down and lifted her dress off and over her head. She let me undress her, looking about as sleepy as I felt. I pulled off the rest of my clothes – which was just a shirt at this point – and crawled into bed beside her, wrapping us both with my blanket.
She naturally curled into me, pressing her body to mine, and before long, we were spooning. I wrapped my arms around her, holding her close. Our bodies fit perfectly against one another. I fell asleep listening to the sound of her breathing, and I had to admit – I'd never felt so happy in my entire life.
Chapter Eight
Ember
I woke up in the most comfortable bed I'd ever laid in, staring at an unfamiliar ceiling. It took me a second to remember where I was and how I'd gotten there. Streaks of light filtered through the heavy, royal blue curtains, showcasing a bedroom I was only really seeing for the first time.
A fluffy royal blue and white comforter was wrapped around my body, while Jude only had the sheet over his waist to keep himself warm. I was a bit of a blanket hog, but in the early morning light, it paid off. He slept peacefully on his back, his right hand over his six pack abs, his left arm touching me. Even in his sleep, he wanted to maintain contact, it seemed. I smiled as I took him in, inch by inch.
His rich brown hair was messy, getting a little long and shaggy for him, but it played nicely with his features and the five o'clock shadow on his face. I traced a fingertip down his chiseled jaw line, having to touch him just to make sure he was real. His eyes opened, sapphire blue and deep enough to drown in. A smile curled at his lips when he saw me staring at him.
“Good morning,” I said, kissing his lips.
He kissed me back, not seeming to care if I had morning breath or not.
“It's always a good morning if you're the first thing I see when I open my eyes,” he said.
“You slay me, Jude,” I giggled playfully. “No man has ever talked to me the way you do.”
His hand cupped my face, reaching around to stroke my hair. “No man has ever deserved you then.”
“And you do?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.
“I don't even know if I do honestly,” he said. “But, I sure as hell thank God for letting me have you.”
I nestled in close to him, resting my head against him, and traced circles on his sculpted chest.
“I'm thankful for you too, you know,” I said softly.
My pulse raced, and I heard his heart pick up speed too. He stroked my hair and we just laid there for a bit, cherishing the sensation of being close to one another. It was in that moment I knew I was falling for this man. It wasn't just the sex, there was more there. A connection. I wondered if he felt it too?
His alarm went off, and he cursed under his breath.
“I have to run into the office today,” he said.
“Oh, okay,” I said, sitting up, allowing him to get out of bed. “I don't want to keep you.”
“You're not. I'm the boss, I can be late if I want to,” he said, and his eyes sparkled in the early morning light. “How do you feel today?”
I felt stretched and sore, but it was a nice sensation; a reminder of what we'd done and how amazing it all had been. Jude was much thicker than I'd imagined him to be and he'd made me feel sensations I never imagined I could.
“Sore, honestly,” I said and laughed. “You really did a number on me.”
Concern was etched across his face. “I'm sorry, I didn't mean to –”
“No, seriously, I love it,” I said, kissing those soft lips. “It's a good sore. I love remembering what you did to me.”
I felt his lips curling up underneath mine.
“Let's bathe,” he said. “Hopefully the warm water will help the soreness subside some.”
“So we can play later?”
He winked at me. “Only if you're up for it.”
His voice was smooth and low, and it sent shivers down my spine. He could make me wet just by saying my name. Yeah, I had it bad for this guy.
He led me from the bed to the master bath. The room was as large as some apartments in the city, with a shower large enough to fit half a football team, and a soaking tub big enough to fit at least two people comfortably. Jude was still naked, and as he bent over to turn on the water, I stared at that fine ass of his. Checking the temperature first, he turned back to me, a small smile tugging at his lips as he caught me staring.
“It's nice and warm,” he said. “Ladies first.”
“Don't you have to go into work?” I teased.
“Perks of being the boss,” he said, swirling the water around the tub with his hand. “I'd have to shower or bathe anyway, might as well do it with you. Conserve water, you know.”
I liked the sound of that, a lot, but I also didn't want to keep him if he needed to leave. The look in his deep, blue eyes made me move toward the tub though. I felt utterly powerless to stop. Gingerly, I lifted one
leg and stepped into the tub, followed by the other. I sat down in the warmth and sighed. Jude was right. The water was perfect.
He climbed in behind me, sliding himself around me and cradled my body between his legs. His cock rested against my ass, and I felt it growing harder against me. I leaned back, savoring the sensation of his body against mine, and closed my eyes.
“This is heaven,” I purred.
“Yes, it is,” he said, running his hands through my hair.
He pushed my hair to one side and kissed down the length of my neck. I sighed and felt my insides tighten at the feel of his lips.
“I've arranged for my driver – Antoine – to take you shopping,” he said. “Veronica will make you breakfast and lunch, and I figured we'd go out for dinner tonight, if you'd like.”
“I'd love that,” I said. “Except the shopping part. I can't –”
“It's been arranged,” he said. “Since your honesty saved me from a long, loveless – and ultimately every expensive – marriage, Ember, and it cost you so much, it's the least I can do,” he said. “Get some clothes, whatever you need. And I mean that. Whatever your little heart desires.”
“Jude, I –” I turned my head to argue, but he cut me off with a kiss.
“No, like I said, it's the least I can do,” he said. “Besides, I want to do it.”
Jude reached for the body wash and filled a loofah up with it, then proceeded to wash my entire body, running the sponge over my skin, sudsing me up as I relaxed against him. When his hands moved to my inner thighs, the sensations overwhelmed me and I let out a low moan before I could catch it, and he smiled.
“I so wish I could eat you out right now,” he whispered. “Maybe tonight.”
“God, yes,” I whimpered.
“I'll be hard thinking about you all day,” he said.
“But I'll be here, ready for you when you get home.”
“Damn right you will,” he muttered against my skin. “And I fully expect you to pick something sexy up while you're out today too.”
“Of course, Jude,” I said. “Anything for you.”
I turned in the tub and took the loofah from him, filling it with soap. I slowly ran it along his chest, letting the suds drip down his skin before moving lower. I washed his six pack abs and moved even lower. Cupping his balls gently in my hands, I washed all around his hardening cock, watching his face as I did so. He took in a deep breath, his body stiffening as I rubbed my hands up and down his shaft with my soapy hands.
“You're going to be the death of me, Ember,” he groaned.
“Just trying to give you something to think about,” I teased. “While you're stuck in your office, listening to people talk at those boring meetings, you can imagine my hands wrapped around your dick.”
He arched his back and let out a groan as I stroked his cock. The tip of him stood out above the water, and I simply had to have a taste. Lowering my head, I licked at the head, tasting the salty pre-cum. Jude's hands wrapped in my hair and I took even more of inside of my mouth. The water was too high to go all the way down, so I used my hand to make up the difference, licking and sucking as I moved up and down. I swirled my tongue over the tip and he let out a groan.
“Ember, oh God...”
I gripped his balls with my free hand, feeling them tighten in my grip. Jude's eyes fluttered as his brow furrowed, his head resting against the back of the tub. I knew he had to be at work, but I wanted to make him come again so badly. I wanted to send him to the office with a smile on his face.
Jude lifted my head, cupping my face in his chin as he stared at me with dreamy eyes.
“I want nothing more to continue this, but if you keep it up, I'm going to bend you over and fuck you again.”
“I wouldn't mind,” I said, flicking my tongue at his cock, watching for a response.
“Let's give you a rest,” he said.
He pulled me up the length of his body and kissed me long and hard, running his hands along the back of my head.
“But tonight, Ember,” he said, his voice low and throaty. “I'm going to kiss you down there and make it all better. I promise.”
“Mmm, I'm looking forward to that,” I said.
Kissing the tip of my nose, he said, “Me too, but in the meantime, enjoy your shopping trip and please, let me know if you need anything at all.”
“You're too good to me,” I whispered.
“Never. If anything, you're too good to me,” he said.
He held me in his arms for a bit longer, trailing his lips along my face. I got the feeling that I wasn't the only one falling hard here, and I loved every minute of it.
***
I may have been used to a life of luxury, some may even call me spoiled. However, I was not about to go crazy on Jude's dime, just because he'd told me I could. Since he insisted though, and because Antoine was waiting for me, after I had a quick breakfast made by Jude's chef, Veronica, I went out as requested.
When I got back, it was after noon and I was exhausted. There was, of course, a fresh lunch waiting for me. Antoine had called ahead to let Veronica know we were coming. I sat down to a fresh, crisp salad with a bowl of lobster bisque soup and a sandwich that looked too fancy to eat, piled up high and held together by a toothpick.
I wasn't sure I could eat that much, especially with dinner out with Jude later.
As I was eating, there was a knock on the door. I waited, and today, the housekeeper answered it. Maria greeted someone, the voice didn't sound familiar, so I went back to eating.
“Ember?” the voice said. I turned to see Zane in the doorway. “May we talk, please?”
“Uh sure,” I said, standing up to shake his hand. “You're Zane, correct? I don't think we've been introduced.”
“Yes, I am. Good memory,” he said.
Zane was the tallest of Jude's friends. He was almost unreasonably tall. He was the type of man who likely had to bend down as he entered doorways. His dark brown hair and green eyes were an exotic and beautiful combination and the forest green shirt he was wearing only enhanced his tawny skin. He was tall, dark and handsome, a total cliché, but always with a serious face. He was a lot like Jude in that regard.
“Jude is at the office,” I said.
“I know, I'm here to talk to you, actually,” he said. He stood tall and straight. “May I sit?”
“Of course,” I said, motioning for him to sit down at the dining room table.
Zane took the seat next to me and looked at my plate. “I hope I'm not interrupting your meal?”
“Oh no, it's fine,” I said. “I'm just curious what this is about?”
Zane sighed and ran a hand through his thick, brown hair. His face serious, not even a hint of a smile or emotion in his eyes.
“I'm just worried about my friend,” he said. “He seems very – smitten – with you. And to be perfectly honest, Jude has always been a bit of a romantic. Blindly romantic. To his own detriment sometimes. After what happened with your mother, I want to be sure your motives are pure. That you're not just looking to screw him over.”
I stared at him for a second, my jaw on the floor. Although I wanted to be outraged, I supposed I couldn't really blame him for being worried. My mom had pulled some shady shit, but I never expected to have my motives questioned. I was not my mother and she was not me.
“Well, to be fair, I never expected anything to come from it when I told him about my mother,” I said, my voice tight with anger. “I didn't know Jude was attracted to me when I showed up, nor do I expect anything from him.”
“Uh huh,” Zane said, his voice skeptical as he studied my face.
His eyes were narrowed, zoned in on me like a hawk staring down its prey. He glared at me as if he was waiting for me to break under the pressure. To confess that everything I'd done is to trap Jude into giving me what I want. That I was using him for my own benefit. When I said nothing, when I did not rise to his bait, he let out a long breath.
“So, you just
decided to knock on his door and hope for the best, then?” he asked, the disbelief in his voice clear.
“I – don't have to explain myself to you,” I said, shaking my head. “I know you're close to Jude, but I care about him too. You're just going to have to trust that I would never hurt or use him. I'm not like that. I stopped my mother from doing it because it's wrong, and I'm not going to follow in her footsteps. And if you can't believe me, then I don't know what to tell you.”
So maybe I did explain myself. A little bit. Not that I explained what I was thinking, or how I showed up on the doorstep, without a stitch of clothing or so much as a penny to my name. I was sure from Zane's perspective, it looked beyond suspect. In his place, maybe I would have questions too.
Everything I told him though, Jude could explain better – if Zane insisted on knowing the details, or even had the right to ask. But, ultimately, it didn't matter. Zane's opinion of me didn't matter. He had no right to make me feel bad.
Zane just continued to stare at me through eyes filled with nothing but harsh judgment, and perhaps even a side of contempt. The way he glared sent chill through my body. Of all Jude's friends, Zane was the most intense. Of course, being the CFO of the company, I'm assuming it was his job to be that intense. To scrutinize every decision the CEO – Jude – made. This, however, went too far. It crossed a line, and I didn't think Jude knew his friend had stopped by to give me the third degree. Nor did I think he would have approved of it.
“We're all just worried about him,” Zane said, finally averting his gaze. “Jude is well – he's different. He's a romantic at heart, and dreams of finding a wife and settling down. Dreams that were shattered by your mother, by the way. I don't want him jumping into another relationship, especially one that has potential for drama. It's the last thing he needs.”
“Understood. And I don't anticipate causing him any drama,” I said. “So you don't have to worry about that.”
“I do worry, though. He has a good heart, and that means sometimes, people can take advantage of him. People like your mom.”
