Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 62737 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 314(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62737 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 314(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
The tips of my fingers wrap around the toy, emulating the same thing Jude is doing, and I really want the real deal, desperately. I keep going, wringing out my pleasure. It’s then I feel Jude. He stops moving. My eyes latch on what he’s watching. His length is pulled out, shiny and slick, coated with my wetness, and only the tip remains inside. His body vibrates, intensifying my visual. He groans my name, and I’m caught. I want to see what he does, yet I also want to watch his face when he’s in the throes of ecstasy. Through it all, my pussy sucks at him, much like it is the toy right now. Jude’s eyes are at half mast, his cheeks hollow in and out, and his teeth are nipping at his lower lip.
Only then do I feel it, the pulsing of him as he comes inside of me. There’s so much that it spills out. He doesn’t like that and starts working his cock back inside me. “Jesus.” I’m unable to keep the toy inside me. I’m too wet, too sensitive, and wrung the fuck dry. I pull away from my clit and flop onto my pillow, completely devoid of any energy. And while it’s my mess coating the lips of my pussy, the insides of my thighs, and everywhere else, in my alternate reality, it's Jude’s, and he pushes it back inside with two thick fingers.
I fling my arm over my eyes. Anytime I come while thinking of Jude, it’s like this, well, not this intense. Nevertheless, I’m only allowing myself five more minutes before I get up, finish packing, and head out the door. My eyes close, and right when I let out a tired yawn, a buzzing noise goes off.
“No fucking way.” I sit up straight, moving the blankets around while looking for my toy thinking it took on a life of its own and started vibrating across the sheets. I’m lifting my leg, then the sheets, still trying to find the damn vibrating wand, when my eyes shift to the ground, and I notice it lying there. It’s then I realize my phone is buzzing along the wood nightstand. “You’re an idiot, Ronnie.” I swipe the offending device and let out a squeal when I realize it’s Jude trying to video call me. I drop the phone, stand up so quickly my head spins, and scramble to figure out what to do.
“Think, think, think. Okay, I can do this.” I snag my shirt off the bed, hold it up to my chest, and hit the green button.
“Hey.” I’m out of breath, my hair is messy, and I’m sure there’s a flush to my heated skin.
“Foxy, not sure you should have answered the phone looking like you do right now. What’s beneath the shirt?” My thighs clench, and I realize the error of my ways. I’m lucky when there isn’t a noise from my orgasm.
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” I wiggle my eyebrows. It’s not very quick witted, but it’ll do.
“Fuck yeah, I really would.” I’m holding the phone out with one hand while the other is clutching my shirt. Hopefully, I don’t give him a nip slip, though I’m thinking he wouldn’t mind it whatsoever.
“Anyways…” There’s no way I can take another conversation filled with verbal foreplay even with my core begging for another orgasm. “Is everything okay? I promise I’m leaving in, like, ten minutes, max fifteen.” I’m not doing anything exuberant with my hair today—a ponytail or a bun. My outfit is more relaxed, too. There are still three more days, and I don’t want to overdo it when everyone knows the last day of the festival is when you go all out.
“Take your time. You weren’t answering your texts. I wasn’t sure if you were already on the road, so I placed the order, but instead of the blue store, you’ll have to hit the red store. You want a coffee before I hit Send?” He licks his lips, and my nipples decide they like it when he does that. Jude focuses on my chest, particularly the area where my fingers are. One is above my nipple, the other below, and there’s no denying how I feel when he’s around.
“That works. Sorry, I got sidetracked, and I would love a coffee. Iced caramel latte with sweet cream.” Jude’s eyes darken.
“You got it. Text me when you leave, yeah?”
“I will.” We hang up the phone, even though I can tell he wants to stay on the line. Except if I do that, I’ll be naked, then I’ll beg to do more than talk, and that will only prolong the process in getting to see Jude in the flesh.
9
JUDE
“Foxy.” The minute she opens her door, I breathe out her name. Finally feeling like the oxygen in my lungs is flowing freely. This goddamn protective side is going to do me in, and sadly, it doesn’t start or end with Ronnie. I’m this way with each friend in our group, along with their extended family. There are times I drive myself fucking crazy with how many times I check on everyone before finally allowing myself to sleep. Add it to the never-ending nervous ticks of mine.