by Rie Warren
It was true. “Just you. Only you.”
He gave a satisfied growl before setting on me with a hunger that blinded me to all but the pleasure only he had ever evoked.
Jude’s tongue danced around me, each appreciative murmur or softly worded curse taking me higher. Wet sounds joined his praise, and he lavished my pussy with melting lashes of his tongue and deep hard thrusts of his fingers. He opened me and ate me and had me writhing in heat for him.
My clit became a hot point he toyed with until the button seemed to swell upward for his tongue and his fingertips. On the precipice of release, I wailed his name, because he sucked my clit until tingles became nerve-quaking waves that strung me tighter and tighter.
I thrashed on the bed, gripping then releasing the blankets. My thighs spasmed. My hips bucked. I rocked with his mouth, and he kept sucking on that one pearl of flesh until I’d come all over his face more times than I could count.
When his fingers—thick and clever—arced me through another climax, I howled something unintelligible, body steeped in the most unbelievable sensation.
Sweeping up over my body, he pushed me into the center of the bed and lowered himself on top of me. Our mouths met, and he mumbled something in a strained tone before his cock reared between our bellies.
Hard and hot, the huge length seared my flesh.
Jude angled his cock down, and I widened my thighs.
“Fuck,” he swore, watching as I spread my pussy, opening myself for him to enter me.
“Please.” I sought his eyes in desperation.
With one wicked lunge, he took me wholly.
I cried out, a sound he captured with his lips and tongue.
Then he pounded into me, more forceful than ever. And it was hotter. More intense.
He cupped me around my shoulders, his chest against my breasts. My legs rose to his hips, our bodies soundly slapping and riding and writhing together.
He hit the center of everything every time he drilled deep into my cunt.
I couldn’t catch my breath.
His strokes became shorter, faster, even harder. Power struck his muscles into sharp relief, and I’d never been fucked so thoroughly.
And pure love stole my senses when he peered straight into my eyes at the very last moments.
“Cady. My Cady.” Harsh words tumbled from his lips.
I keened with the pleasure spiraling through me, the heat of his seed spilling inside me.
Our tight embrace locked us together . . . one body . . . one love . . . one future.
His ragged breath blew beside my ear, and slowly his body relaxed into a wonderfully heavy weight on top of me.
His sweat dampened hair clung to the side of my face, and his thick stubble rubbed against me.
He felt absolutely perfect.
Even more so when he propped up on an elbow and looked at me with such a slow smile my heart warmed from the inside out.
He rubbed his nose against mine then brushed our lips together. We kissed softly, and those light touches meant more because now we had everything.
Together.
I wasn’t sure I’d ever be able to move again, but I needn’t have worried. Jude arranged me half on top of him and snuggled me right against his side.
I was running my fingers through the dark hair on his chest when he tilted my face toward his.
“I’m staying the night,” he stated with a surly expression.
I tried not to smile. “I had hoped so.”
“And I’m taking you on a date tomorrow,” he said as if daring me to say no.
“I can’t wait.”
His indigo blue eyes narrowed as he studied me. “Are you fucking with me?”
“I believe that’s what you just did to me.”
I kissed the firm line of his lips until they relaxed then parted to accept my teasing tongue. After taking his bottom lip between my teeth for a little nibble, I drew back.
“You’re not gonna fight me anymore?” he asked.
“Only if I want you to spank me.”
He growled, his cock surging against my thigh.
Ahhh. I’d figured out there was a lot to love about his younger age, not the least of which was his turn-around time.
But I placated him for the moment with another luxurious kiss before asking, “What about Rawls?”
“Hmm?” His voice vibrated from his chest.
“Will he be okay tonight?”
“Oh, him.” He winked. “Yeah. Actually he’s probably relieved to have me out of the house. I’ve been pretty grumpy.”
“I was so horrible to you, Jude.” Pressing my palm against the spot where his heart beat, I peered at him. “How can you forgive me so easily?”
“I was just waiting for you to come to your senses.” He smiled, one hand skimming from my hip to just below my breast. “And because I love you, Cady-darlin’.”
I ringed my arms around his neck, kissing him softly. “I love you too.”
His hands fell to my bottom. “Did I tell you I like you in sweats?”
Blushing, I shook my head. “Really?”
“I told you, I love you. Lingerie, bikini, raggedy old flip-flops . . . any way I can get you.”
CHAPTER TWENTY
Jude
THANKSGIVING DAY, I’D SHOWN up at Cady’s early, Dad and Skunk in tow.
My misfit mastiff mutt was a big hit with the boys. My dad had been a different story at first, Cady’s sons acting awkward even though we’d told them about his Parkinson’s.
Then Dad leaned to one side on his cane, produced a deck of playing cards he’d stashed somewhere, and asked, “Who wants to learn how to play poker?”
Aiden’s smile grew slowly.
Dane said, “I bet I can count cards.”
Luke, finally cast-free, raised his hand. “Me! Me! I can totally scam the kids at school!”
Cady turned her gaze to me, possibly waiting for me to shut it down, but I had a hard time hiding my grin.
Which Dad took as the go-ahead.
He tossed the deck to Aiden. “Lead the way, son. And y’all will have to shuffle and deal on account of my no-count hands.”
Dane, Luke, and Aiden started scurrying off, my dad with his halting gait following behind.
“They didn’t tell you I might be a shaky old man, but I’m also a really bad influence, did they?”
“I like him,” Luke loud-whispered to Dane.
My dad looked back at me with an exaggerated wink.
Cady poked me in the side, probably really prodding me to stop my dad from corrupting her sons.
“You are not teaching them poker, Dad.” I tried to sound like I meant business.
He shrugged. “Blackjack then, since we all know Jenga’s off the table.”
And they were off.
Cady didn’t really seem too put out, and hey, Dad kept them out of her hair and out from underfoot for a couple hours before they all made their way to the backyard. Dad situated himself in a lounger with a beer cup, enjoying their antics while they ran Skunk ragged.
I helped Cady in the kitchen, grabbing her ass or snatching a kiss any chance I got. It was all her fault because she looked so pretty in a wine-colored dress that hugged her ripe curves and only allowed a tiny glimpse of her bountiful cleavage.
Otherwise, I just followed her orders. Fucking, I could do. Giving Cady a good seeing to all night long? Hell yeah. Cooking though? Not really my thing.
I’d just finished chopping some type of green leafy thing she told me was a garnish when she started humming a song. The kitchen was steamy, and little tendrils of hair on the back of her neck curled and clung. She hummed some more, her ass shimmying as she stirred something or other on the stovetop.
Coming up behind her, I caged her against my body. My lips landed on the nape of her neck, and her perfume wafted toward me.
“I’m cooking here,” she warned.
“Me too.” I spun her away from the stove and trapped her against the kitchen i
sland.
Her breath fanned across my lips before I destroyed any other protests with my mouth. Didn’t take long for Cady to rise up, clutch my arms, and kiss me back with the same raw hunger. My erection swelled against her stomach, and she jerked back.
“The gravy!” she exclaimed.
The simmering kiss interrupted by the damn simmering gravy—I’d give her some gravy—she danced away from me with more orders to set the table then call everyone inside.
Now, dinner had been demolished in the blink of an eye, just like our first pizza outing.
I was surprised they’d left the turkey carcass standing.
I was even more surprised my palms started sweating. Sudden nerves almost choked me, and I hoped to get through the next few minutes without my voice cracking or my heart pounding right out of my chest.
Cady began to rise, gathering dishes, but I quickly stood and pressed her back down.
She looked at me curiously.
“Uh . . . could you just hang tight for a minute?” I cleared my throat. “And also, you cooked all day. There’s no way in hell you’re doing the cleaning up too.”
“Okay,” she said hesitatingly.
Aiden gave me a subtle thumbs-up. He was the only one I’d let in on this particular surprise—those other two boys had no filter whatsoever, I knew firsthand.
With Cady seated, I moved her chair so I could take a knee in front of her.
As soon as I bent down, her cheeks flamed adorably pink. “What are you doing?”
“Well, I’ll be.” Dad craned closer from his place across the table.
“What is he doing?” Dane asked.
“Hush up!” Cady shouted.
Forks clattered to plates, and I swallowed thickly, patting my pocket for the box.
Dad wasn’t the only one who’d come with a secret hidden away.
I pulled out the small square white leather box. “I don’t wanna put you on the spot or anything—”
“Oh really?” Luke interrupted.
“I still don’t get it.” That was Dane, again.
Cady beamed at me and answered. “Yes.”
“I haven’t even gotten to the good bit yet.” I opened the box, taking her left hand in mine.
My dad hollered, “Piss or get off the pot already!”
Tears rolled down Cady’s cheeks.
“Language, Dad,” I said in a gruff voice, because I wasn’t sure I’d be able to hold back my own tears.
The boys snickered.
“The answer’s still yes.” Cady focused solely on me amid all the usual commotion.
Luke popped up beside us, brandishing my phone. “Photo op!”
“Will you marry me, Cady-darlin’?” My throat bobbed, and I held the diamond ring poised to slide home, to make her mine for all to see.
“About time.” Aiden, my wingman, sighed.
“I got new gray hairs on my head and a new twitch in my hands waiting for you to pop the question,” Dad groused.
“Aiden almost got bored enough to fap it,” Dane smart-assed.
“Shut it, butt fluff,” Aiden replied.
“Yes. Yes. Yes, Jude!” Cady waited just long enough for me to slip the ring onto her finger before pulling me up into her arms as she stood.
I curled my arms around her, a breath wracking my chest, her warmth filling my soul.
One hand caressing her beautiful face, I kissed her.
I kissed her until her hands roamed down my back.
Until her lips widened more, and I tasted every slick contour.
Until she curved against me, fitting her softer body against mine.
“And I’m outta here.” I distantly heard Luke.
“Gross.” That was Dane.
And then my dad. “Did you say there was pumpkin pie?”
I kissed her until we were all alone.
Her lips cherry red and swollen, her hazel irises heavy and dilated, her hand straying down my chest, she kissed the hollow of my neck, murmuring my name.
I tipped her face back to mine, one eyebrow hooked up. “So this is our life now.”
“You asked for it.”
“I love you.”
****
Hours later I dropped Dad and Skunk back at home. I could tell Dad was pleased because he had absolutely nothing to say. Which was probably a first.
When I returned to Cady’s, I found her snoozing on the sofa. She’d kicked off her shoes, and one of them had rolled beneath the couch. I imagined that was what must’ve happened the first morning I showed up on her doorstep and she’d been hopping around on one high heel.
Aiden hung back in the doorway. “She crashed out.”
“I see that.”
“It’s cool you’re getting married.”
“That means a lot, man.” My voice thickened.
He nodded and turned to leave.
I didn’t detect any loud noises or rowdiness coming from Dane or Luke upstairs. So I asked, “Where are the other two?”
“I think they went to bed already. Skunk musta wore them out.”
I listened to Aiden head upstairs before picking Cady up. And before I got to the bedroom, her eyes blinked open.
“I can walk, you know?”
“I like taking care of you, ya know?” I shut the door behind us then lowered her to the bed.
After kicking off my shoes and peeling off my socks, I leaned down over her. “Are you too tired, darlin’?”
With a coy smile, she stroked my thigh. “Oh, definitely too wiped out. And please don’t take off all your clothes because seeing you naked is such a hardship.”
“Wench.”
Her sultry laugh made my cock instantly hard.
I shucked my clothes in record time then tackled her dress after finding one of her famous hidden zippers. I’d gotten real damn good at undressing Cady. Locating the clasp on her bra, I lowered the lacy scrap off, kissing and licking my way to her pink peaked nipples.
I didn’t stop there.
Her belly trembled when I whispered moist nibbles and long licks from one side to the other. She lay, hands curled in the long fall of her auburn hair, hips springing up as I lapped closer.
Biting her inner thigh then sucking the scented flesh between my lips, I snapped off her panties.
She had to know what was coming next as I spread her legs, settling right between them.
Looking down over her breasts to me, Cady caught her bottom lip between her teeth.
I flashed a dirty smile before licking up her wet pink cunt to the tip of her clit.
“You’re so good at that,” she gasped out.
I nuzzled deeper, rolling my tongue inside her. “’Cause you taste like fuckin’ heaven. Could stay here all night.”
I tasted all of her, slowly eating her out. The pretty auburn curls tickling my nose, her lush flavor spreading across my lips. I held her with my hands wrapped around her thighs, thumbs opening her to each deep kiss, long lick, slow thrust.
Her belly hollowed, and her thighs quivered.
Her back bowed, and her nails drove into my shoulders.
I curled two fingers inside her, exploring the hot recess and swirling around before taking one last lap around the pink nugget of her clit.
And Cady shot off. She shouted out then stifled her scream.
I licked her more softly, tapping my wet fingers on her tummy and murmuring against her.
I climbed up her body, cock engorged, threaded with veins, dripping precum. I sheathed my dick between her jutting tits, running my fingertips over her stiffened nipples, before straddling closer to her face.
I waited for her to look at me with half-lidded, deep hazel eyes.
“You’re gonna marry me.”
“Yes.”
Swiping my cock across her wet and ready mouth, I watched her lick me with her tongue. “You’re going to be my wife
“You’re going to be my husband.” The engagement ring flashed on her finger, and I caught both her han
ds in one of mine.
Cinching her wrists above her head, I teased her pouty mouth with the fat swollen shaft. “Suck me, ’cause you look so good with my cock in your mouth.”
As soon as I lowered my meat to her lips, Cady attacked with hungry slurps. With loud wet sucks. With moans gurgling from her throat.
She chugged me deeper, driving me closer and closer to losing my nut when her cheeks hollowed and saliva dripped from the corners of her ovaled lips.
“Fuck.” Sweat dripped down my temples.
Up on my knees, I angled straight down, pressing her wrists into the mattress.
Cady’s neck strained and she took even more of me.
I fucked her mouth once . . . twice . . . and almost crashed on top of her with my cock embedded between her lips.
A hot rush spiked down to my balls then swizzled up my shaft to blast from the head and into her drinking, milking, swallowing mouth.
I pulled back just enough. I didn’t fucking choke her with the heavy load, but otherwise I was caught. Stretched out. Jerking between her lips and crouched above her.
I pulled out all the way, and a last drop of cum landed on the bow of her upper lip.
Cady licked it off, humming low in her throat.
I released her hands, relieved I hadn’t bruised her delicate flesh. Her lips were red and swollen, and I slipped down her body far enough so our mouths met. She tasted like cock, which made me want to mark myself allll over her body.
She reached up to circle her arms around me, but I leaned to the side, my dick nestled against her pussy already recovering.
Reaching to the nightstand, I grabbed a clear bottle I’d stowed in her room days earlier. When I’d found her vibrator.
I was definitely gonna DP her with the pink barrel soon. But not tonight.
“What’s that?” Cady’s fingers trailed from my shoulder to my hand.
“Oil.” I shook the bottle.
“What are you going to do?”
“Get all dirty with you.” Opening the cap, I drizzled amber lines of silky oil all around her breasts and into the well of her cleavage.
“But the bed—”
“Gonna be a hot mess by the time I’m through with you.” Scooting back, I made liquid lines on her belly then down to her mound.
Her pretty little nest of curls soon lewdly wet.
And when the oil dripped to her clit, Cady gasped.
