by Rye Hart
Mom turned and walked back down the hallway. As I stood there reeling, tears rolling down my cheeks, and my heart thundering in my chest, her voice echoed down the hallway to me.
“I really hope this teaches you a lesson, dear.”
***
All my credit cards had been cancelled, I didn't have a dime to my name except for the loose change at the bottom of my purse – which I'd had to use for bus fare. Talia and her family were in Europe. My friends from college might be able to help me, but there was one problem – I had no way to reach any of them. My phone had been shut off too. I had no way of contacting anyone, and I didn't know where they lived. That's how I found myself in Forest Glen, staring at what could only be described as a mansion.
Jude's mansion.
With a sigh, I walked up the driveway and stood on the front porch, my heart racing and my body trembling. I hesitated, trying to think of what I might say
“Hey! Remember me? I'm the daughter of the woman who tried to use you for your billions. Mind if I stay awhile?”
Yeah, I was sure that would go over well. But really, I had no other choice.
I rang the doorbell, and stepped back, waiting with bated breath.
It took a moment for Jude to answer the door. For some reason it surprised me that he opened the door himself. I honestly expected his housekeeper or someone who worked for him to answer instead. Jude Calloway himself stood in the doorway, looking at me as if he'd seen a ghost.
“Ember?” he said. “What are you doing here?”
Tears welled up in my eyes, so I looked away. I didn't want him to see me crying – it felt too much like manipulation. I stared at my feet and concentrated on maintaining my composure and keeping my voice steady as I told him what happened between my mom and I.
“She what?” he said, his voice rose a few notches. “She kicked you out because you were honest with me?”
“Pretty much,” I said. “I'm not asking for any money or anything. I – I just need a place to crash for a few days? Either until I can find a job or mom gets her head on straight?”
I peeked up at him, almost afraid to look. Most men would tell me to go to hell. I was the spawn of the devil, the daughter of his ex-wife. Thankfully, Jude wasn't like that.
He nodded stiffly and opened the door wider. “Sure, Ember. It's the least I can do,” he said. “Since this is my fault.”
“It's not your fault,” I said.
“Well it's certainly not your fault either,” he said.
I smiled, wiping the remnants of tears from my eyes.
“Hell, I know it's not my fault either. I don't regret what I did,” I said. “I just regret being born to an evil succubus of a mother.”
“Can't control that,” he laughed. “Good thing I still have a spare room. You're welcome to stay as long as you need to.”
Our eyes locked on each other. “You mean that?”
“I do,” he said. In his eyes, I saw something I couldn't place. “Besides, it might be nice to have some company and conversation around this place for a change.”
“You really were too good for my mom,” I said. “I hope you know that.”
His eyes sparkled, and a true smile touched his lips. His face softened, and for a moment, we just stood there, smiling like fools.
“Thank you, Ember,” he said. “I mean that.”
“Thank you for giving me a place to stay. If you need anything, anything at all, don't hesitate to ask,” I said. “I want to repay your kindness.”
Chapter Five
Jude
Anything? Her words reverberated through my brain and slid down my body, causing a tightness in my groin. She was technically no longer my stepdaughter – which meant that she wasn't off-limits. I could have her, and from the way she'd called out my name in the shower that time, I knew she wanted it. Wanted me. So, what was stopping me?
She batted her eyelashes at me, her green eyes sparkling. The smile on her face seemed innocent enough until you really studied it. I could tell she was hoping I'd suggest an arrangement – a sexual arrangement.
I ran a hand through my hair and cleared my throat, trying to force my mind back onto a more reasonable, less perverted footing. Me setting up a sex-for-lodging arrangement was the last thing this poor girl needed right now.
But, God, it's exactly what I needed. If she slept with me though, her mother might never forgive her. She already blamed her for the split. My hooking up with Ember would only add fuel to the fire.
Then again, would Lydia ever have to know?
I cleared my throat. “No need to repay me, Ember,” I said, trying to maintain my composure. “I owe you a favor anyway, for telling me the truth and helping me come to my senses about your mother.”
“Whatever you say, Jude,” she said, her grin growing wider. “Just know that I'm here, if you need me.”
So many ways to take her words, and of course, my brain went right to the gutter. I had a feeling though, that's exactly what she'd intended when she spoke. Or maybe, that was just my cock doing the thinking for me.
My body ached with a need, and her moans still echoed in my ears. That moment, when I heard her in the shower, getting off to thoughts about me, would forever be etched into my mind. It provided fodder for jacking off almost nightly, and the idea that she was standing there, offering herself to me, was almost too much for me to bear.
Her eyes drifted down to my groin, and she bit her lip. Her cheeks flushed with color and I feared that maybe I'd been reading her all wrong. Maybe that masturbation session had a one-time deal. She could be having doubts, just like I was, in order to repair the relationship with her mother.
Then, her eyes met mine again and they were full of heat. Her mouth opened, and she said one word, “Jude?” and it was all over.
I closed the distance between us and pressed my lips to hers. My tongue raked along the roof of her mouth, dancing with hers. She clasped her hands around the back of my neck and pulled me in closer to her. This time, she said my name, whispering the words against my lips.
“Jude...” and that word sounded more like a plead than anything else.
“Yes, Ember?” I asked, holding her face in my hands.
Her lips were smeared with red lipstick and it somehow made her all the sexier to me. Her words came out breathy, barely more than a whisper, but they sent a shudder throughout my entire body.
“I want you,” she said.
“I want you too,” I said. “God, I've never wanted someone more in my entire life.”
She stood on her tiptoes and pressed her face to mine. My hands slid to the back of her head, cradling it gently in my hands, but holding her against me. I didn't even want to come up for air, I just wanted to keep kissing those deliciously pouty lips of hers, even if it was the end of me.
My body had other plans though. Ember's breasts rubbed against my chest, and through her dress, I felt her nipples – hard and begging to be touched. Cupping her tender breast in my hand, I teased her nipple until she whimpered, her body shaking against me.
“Yes,” she groaned, pressing herself into me. Her lips quivered and I kissed them again, nibbling her lower lip. “That feels so good.”
I lifted her up off the ground, her lips still against mine, and carried her over to the couch. Gently, I sat back on the couch, and she folded into me. Her legs straddled my lap, her entire body pressed against mine. She rubbed herself against my erection, her body grinding into mine as I dotted kisses along her face and down her neck. The way her auburn hair splayed out against the whiteness of her skin was a work of art. Then again, everything about her was absolutely perfect, right down to the generous curves of her body. She was a modern-day Goddess, carved from stone.
She was my Goddess now.
I lifted her dress up over her head, exposing her for the first time. While she was still wearing a bra and panties – not much different than a bikini, really – it was far more intimate. Her lacy black bra stood in st
ark contrast to the cool paleness of her skin, freckles like ink spots covered her chest and shoulders, leaving her breasts perfectly white. The sun had never reached her tits before, leaving them pure and clear.
Reaching behind her back and unhooking her bra, her breasts fell forward, falling against my chest. Ember's hand yanked at my shirt, and I raised my arms as she lifted it up and over my head. Her pink nipples rubbed against my chest, making my cock strain against my pants even harder. Ember's head fell forward, hiding us behind a veil of fiery red hair.
Her lips latched onto my neck, sucking as she ground her tight little body into mine. My pants and her panties were the only thing keeping us apart now, and Ember was already working at my zipper with her hands as she kissed me.
I gasped as her hand slid down, grasping my cock. Her tiny fingers barely wrapped around my thick, hard member. She looked at me and bit her bottom lip, her eyes sparkling. Clearly impressed. Together, we pushed my pants lower on my hips as she moved against me, rocking her body until her pussy was massaging my dick through her silk panties.
Not being able to take it any longer, I pushed her panties aside and guided myself against her opening. Ember rocked against me, taking me inside of her all at once. Her wetness was more than enough lubrication, and I slipped right between her folds, filling her up with a grunt. Her pussy felt every bit as good as I imagined it would. As good as I'd fantasized about when I'd jerked off to memories of her. Even better, if that were possible. Tight and warm, her juices more than enough to let her move up and down on my cock.
“Damn,” I muttered, clenching my teeth as the walls of her pussy closed around me. “How is it possible for you to feel this good?”
She giggled breathlessly, rocking against me. “I was just thinking the same thing,” she said.
Holding onto her hips, I helped her find the perfect rhythm, as our bodies moved in unison. I covered every inch of her face in kisses before moving down to her neck, then her chest. Ember whimpered as I took her perfectly pink nipple between my lips and sucked.
“Oh God, Jude,” she groaned, her pussy twitching around my cock. “Yes, yes, oh God, yes.”
Hearing her moans sent a wave of pleasure coursing through my body. I wanted to hear her scream out my name. Reaching around, I grabbed her hair and pulled her head back to stare deep into those emerald eyes as she fucked me. The things I wanted to do with her – the list was endless. I wanted to fuck her on every piece of furniture in this place, have her every which way I could. I'd never felt this strongly about a woman before, and I feared Ember just might be the death of me.
Her breathing became heavier, and her body spasmed as she groaned. I trailed my fingers up and down the sides of her body, raking my nails against her flesh. She shuddered, her body trembling from her head, all the way to her pussy, her own nails digging into the flesh of my chest. I knew she was close, and I so badly wanted to watch her sweet release.
“Come for me, Ember,” I groaned. “Come all over my cock, baby.”
“Yes, yes, Jude,.” her voice cracked, and her words became garbled as rocked against me, her eyes opening wide as she cried out. Her next words were whimpered more than spoken, “I'm coming, Jude. Oh God, yes, I'm coming.”
I let go of her hair and let her head fall forward. She rested her forehead against my chest as she quivered. I stroked her back, whispering into her ear.
“You feel so good, Ember,” I moaned.
Once her orgasm subsided, I gripped her hips and rolled us both over on the couch, my cock still sheathed inside the warm, wet center of her. She let out a soft groan as we switched positions, but otherwise, she was as limp as a ragdoll, still reeling from her climax.
“Please don't stop,” she whimpered, arching her pelvis up to meet mine. “Please, Jude. Fuck me some more.”
Ember raked her nails over my chest, her eyes meeting mine as I thrust myself into her, burying my dick deep inside her.
Chapter Six
Ember
I wrapped my legs around Jude's body, pulling him deeper into me. For as long as I'd wanted him, I wanted to make sure I experienced every single inch of him, indulged in every last second of our time together. His chest moved up and down in time with his long, deep breaths, the muscles in his arms and pecs clenched tightly. I stroked his tight, firm chest with my fingertips, relishing the feel of his tightly corded muscles, and admired the view. His skin glistened with sweat as he moved above me, and I couldn't have asked for a more beautiful sight.
Jude grabbed hold of the arm of the couch, using it for momentum to drive himself into me harder and faster. I rose to meet his thrusting, our bodies crashing together hard, his balls slapping against my ass.
“Sweet Jesus,” he groaned, his eyes fluttering open and closed, a look of absolute rapture on his face.
He shuddered above me, and for a minute, I thought this was it, that he was going to lose control But, his body tensed and he gritted his teeth, managing to keep it together. His breathing and the sounds coming from him became more desperate however, his movements hungrier.
I raised my legs up in the air, allowing him easier access, and he pumped his cock in and out of me. One heart-stopping orgasm down, and another on the way. I closed my eyes and moaned, feeling the walls of my pussy clenching around him.
“Come with me,” I whimpered. “Please, Jude, come inside me.”
His eyes flickered to mine, and while some men might hesitate, there was nothing but trust in his eyes. I was on the pill, so pregnancy was the farthest thing from my mind. I just wanted all of him inside of me, including his seed. I knew that his release would make me climax too, and I wanted that more than anything.
Jude lowered his face, kissing me as every muscle in his body tightened. His thighs and ass flexed as he buried himself into me one last time, and I bit his lip to suppress the scream building up in my throat.
“Fuck, yes,” he growled, pumping his cum inside of me.
His cock pulsed inside my quivering pussy. The muscles inside of me tightened around his thick shaft, squeezing him, as if I was trying to milk every last drop of his seed. Maybe I was. If I never got to fuck him again, I wanted to experience it all, and that last orgasm that hit me – combined with his – was over-the-top amazing.
Jude's stayed nestled inside of me for a moment but lifted his head up to look in my eyes. The beads of sweat dripping down his forehead, the look in those sapphire blue eyes, it was all so amazing. A sight I'd never forget as long as I lived. That, coupled with the satisfied grin on his face set my heart fluttering once more. I could stare at him all day.
I stroked his face with my fingertips, and he leaned into the touch, kissing the palm of my hand.
“You have no idea how long I've wanted you,” I whispered.
“I might have some idea,” he said, nuzzling his nose against mine. “I heard you in the shower that day we talked out by the pool.”
I tensed up, my cheeks burning bright red.
“Oh no, I'm sorry –”
“Don't be sorry,” he chuckled.
He slipped his now deflated dick out of me, moving to lie next to me on the couch, pulling me to his hard, toned body.
“I may or may not have gotten off to it,” he said, a roguish little smile upon his lips.
“You mean you jerked off, while listening to me?”
I couldn't suppress the smile. Heat flared in my cheeks and though I was slightly embarrassed by the confession, I was also a little flattered – and a whole lot turned on. Jude pulled me close, wrapping his arms around me.
“You weren't the only one wanting this, Ember,” he said. “I've been attracted to you from the moment we met. You were just off-limits to me.”
He trailed my cheek with his fingertips, looking at me as if I was the most beautiful woman in the world. And laying there, in his arms, I felt that way.
“Really?” I said.
“Really. You in that bridesmaid dress – damn,” he said. “I could
n't get that image out of my head. I'd never seen someone so beautiful in my entire life, and I felt so guilty for it.”
I pressed my lips to his chest but couldn't stop at just one kiss. I was there, in his arms, and we'd just had mind-blowing, earth-shattering sex. All of my fantasies had come true, and yet, even though I was laying there beside him, his juices filling me, I still couldn't make myself believe it. I had to keep touching him, kissing him just to make sure he was real and this wasn't some elaborate dream.
He lifted my face and stared deep into my eyes.
“Now that I'm a free man, I no longer feel guilty though,” he said, his voice rolling over me like velvet. “And believe me when I say this, you can stay here for as long as you like.”
I sighed contently, inhaling the scent of him. His cologne was sexy enough but combined with the scent of his body and our sex, it was utterly intoxicating. I still couldn't believe this was happening to me.
“And trust me when I say I am willing to help you in any way I can,” I said.
I shot him a salacious grin as I pressed my lips to his.
“Oh trust me, I have a few ideas about how you could help out,” he growled.
“I'm sure you do,” I said, giggling as he kissed me again.
I forgot everything that was going on with my mom, and how technically speaking, I was homeless. Jude's strong arms held me close to him, my head now resting on his chest. I closed my eyes and listened to his heart beating in his chest, and before I knew it, I had dozed off.
Apparently, so did he.
***
I'm not sure how much time had passed, but we were awoken by the sound of someone knocking on the door. I sat up, suddenly feeling incredibly exposed in Jude's living room. He joined me, checking the time on his phone and cursing under his breath.
“Sorry, didn't mean to fall asleep,” he said, his voice still thick with sleep.
His hair was mussed up a bit, and he looked so incredibly cute. Almost boyishly handsome with his messy hair and crooked grin. He kissed me again, as the knocking started again. “We probably should get dressed,” I said.
