He smiles big.
And then desire surges when he quickly rounds the breakfast bar and before I can blink, my hips are in his hands, and I’m being lifted up. My arms and legs wrap around him and we’re moving down the hall.
“First door,” I breathe against lips that are close to mine, staring at the fact that his eyes are on my mouth.
***
There are two bedrooms and one bathroom with similarly styled furnishings. But in my room, I’ve taken the time to give it a little bit of Ally Kingston.
The wall over my bed is black on black paisley wallpaper. Easy enough to remove when I leave. My bedding is black with hot pink accents. I have another colorful area rug and art on the walls along with more houseplants. My room has two closets. I think one of them might have been intended as another bathroom but it’s just an empty seven by seven space, so I made it my secret nook nest. I filled it with a bean bag chair, pillows, and a little bookshelf as well as an art easel where I’ll sometimes sketch. There’s also a touch of my past with a little tea set and some stuffies. I also have a deacon’s bench with a fake bottom. Underneath that is some bug-out stuff, my original ID, and a bit of Jonah’s money. Most of the rest of that cash is in a safety deposit box in Dundalk, just outside Baltimore. The vile thing from the bag is in another safety deposit box in Wilmington, Delaware with another stash of the cash.
As soon as we’re in my room, without preamble, I’m on my bed and my dress is up around my waist. He runs his hands up my thighs, underneath the hem of my dress, eyes darkening while he does this, and then he hooks my panties at the hips with his thumbs and hauls them down.
Ooh. He’s getting right down to business, just like I want.
His head tilts and his lids lower before he moves in and is touching my lips with his. At first gently, then his tongue coaxes its way between my lips until it meets mine. As that happens, a thick, hot finger finds its way into me while my back touches down on my mattress and I can’t think about a thing suddenly.
“You’re soaked for me,” he informs unnecessarily.
“Are you hard for me?” I whisper.
“Been hard for you since the night I first set eyes on you. Let me see what’s about to become mine.”
“For tonight. Yours for tonight.”
He smiles. And it’s a dangerous smile.
But I’ve got booze flowing through my veins and I’m on my back in bed with a sexy man looking down at me, fingers inside me as he checks me out.
This is lewd. And amazing.
“Nice,” he says as he toys with my tiny clit hood earring with the tiny pink daisy charm and even more heat floods my face.
His hands span my hips briefly before he backs up and undoes the buttons on his shirt, still eyeballing me.
I scramble to my knees, ready to help, but before I get there he’s pushing me to my back.
“Wait there. Let me look at you for a minute.”
Anticipation builds while I watch the slow unveiling of Jude’s upper body – a sight to behold as he drops his shirt. He’s covered in inky black art. His chest, his arms, his torso. So much art, it’d take time to take it all in. Sketches of faces, sports team emblems, a flag. Patterns and swirls that probably have meaning. He doesn’t strike me as the type to get random tattoos like I did.
He has hair on his chest and it’s sexy as fuck.
I’m dying to touch him as I watch him kick his boots off and drop his jeans.
He’s commando.
And holy shit; I’m impressed.
Groomed. Hard. Huge. Like, really huge.
“You might even put Porn-Not-Jude to shame,” I advise.
I don’t know who’s bigger, but Real Jude is here, so…
“Do I wanna know what that means?” he asks.
I shake my head. “Brain-mouth filter on vacation.”
“You’ve been dodging me. Keeping this from me.” As he says ‘this’, his hot hand cups me between the legs. “Maybe I oughta make you beg, little alley-cat.”
Wet surges between my legs. I swallow.
Heat emanates from his eyes. Fuck, he’s hot.
“I’ll beg,” I whisper. “Tonight, I’ll do any fucking thing you want, Jude Novak. But only tonight. This is about this kitty cat scratching an itch. Deal?”
“We’ll see,” he replies. “So, you want hate sex, do you, Ally Kingston?”
I nod, smiling at how he uses that name just after I use his full name.
“Yes. Ally Kingston sure does.”
“What’s that mean to you, baby? It’s subjective, so I need to know.”
I ponder this but just briefly.
“It means you fuck me as hard as you can and I dig my nails into your back. If you bleed, you bleed. It means you can slap my ass, slap my pussy, put me through my paces while you fuck me as hard as you want to. No permanent marks, though. Then, if possible, I’d like you to go. You said you wanna stay and if you insist, fine, but only until you wake up.”