Flirting With Chaos (17 page)

“Only you.”

“No other man.” He pierced me with an intense gaze.

For some reason, that scared me a little. “No other man what, Jude? No other man to take my virginity, or no other men period?”

“No other man.” He took off his shirt, unbuckled his belt, and completely undressed.

I couldn’t help but drool. He was all tanned flesh and tight muscle from his abs to his thighs. He wore no underwear. A thick and long erection greeted my eyes. My mouth dropped open. Suddenly, I wasn’t confident about him putting it inside me anymore. He wasn’t as big as a wine bottle, but he wasn’t small either.

How bad will it hurt? Are they all this big? Maybe I should start off smaller and then work my way up?

“Fuck. The way you’re looking at my dick makes me want to do naughty things right now.”

I drew on all the courage I could find. “Then do it.”

“Say what I want you to say.” He took off my dress. The fabric moved down my body with ease. He groaned as he undid my bra, and my breasts fell heavy in front of him. My dark nipples pointed right at his face, pleading with his mouth to come to them. “Say it for me, Rainy. No other man.”

“You’re the only one that will take my virginity.”

Tossing me a wicked grin, he climbed between my thighs with his dick in his hand. “That’s not what I asked you to say.”

“Then explain what the whole ‘
no other man’
statement means.”

“Stop overthinking it.”

“Stop being vague.”

He placed the tip of his erection on my clit, and I melted into the beach right there. I fell into that one part of my body his dick touched as he circled it around me, gathering up moisture, and drenching me in arousal. I cried out in delight.

The piano song skipped a few notes and paused for a second. The player fumbled with the keys, gave up, and began playing a new song. “I’m sorry, sir.”

“No problem.” Jude massaged me with his mushroomed tip. “I wouldn’t be able to play a song either if I heard that moan.”

I blushed in embarrassment, but I had no time to think about it as he focused all of his dick’s energy to massaging my now swollen clit.

“Touch your nipples for me just like in your fantasy.”

I brought my fingers up and teased them a little. Desire flickered on each pebbled point. My calm breathing transformed to desire-hungry panting. A murmur of something left my lips. I had no idea what I’d said, just that I would be coming soon and hard.

“How does it feel?”

“So good,” I moaned.

“Do you want me to keep doing this or do you want more?”

My hands shook as I pinched my nipples, but I couldn’t back down, not when every cell in my body burst with lusty craving. “More, please.”

He lowered down until he lay on top. His muscular chest pressed against mine. His cock lay between my thighs so close to my opening, I almost cried out with hysteria for him to pierce me. He lapped at my right nipple and then sucked on it hard. I crumbled into nothing but ecstasy.

When he stopped, he gritted his teeth and almost growled as he whispered, “Say it for me, Rainy.”

“Oh God.” I squirmed under him impatiently. “Please fuck me, Jude. Stop talking and put it inside of me.”

A strangled moan came deep from his chest. “Damn it. You’re driving me crazy. Just say it.”

“What the fuck do you want me to say?”

“No other man.”

“Why?”

“Because I need to hear it.”

I loudly exhaled. “No other man.”

In that moment, he entered me, inch by inch. I gritted my teeth from the initial pain. Digging my nails into his shoulders and crying out, I tensed from the invasion.

He paused for a few seconds. “How bad does it hurt?”

It was in that moment when I realized that my face had scrunched up in horror. “It’s freaky, but…I like that you’re inside of me.”

He licked his lips. “Trust me, I love it too. Can I go in some more?”

“There’s more?”

He chuckled. “Stop it. You’re cracking me up.”

“Okay. Give me some more.” I spread my legs out and breathed deeper as he stretched me out to fit him.

“Maybe this will help.” He encased my nipple with his moist mouth and played with my other one as he penetrated me further.

Mmmm.

The pressure seemed so foreign and so very necessary at the same instant. It hurt and felt good. It split me open and saturated me in heavenly waves of pleasure.

Oh my God.
He filled me with himself, and I could find no escape.

Our bodies formed into one entwined link, one grinding sensual movement of skin upon skin. Laboring breath skimmed across shivering flesh. Sculpted muscle molded against stiff nipples. The area between my thighs knew no pleasure till that moment. We collided, and all I could do was hold on.

Jude dominated me, and he did it in the most delicate movements—tortuously slow. He took his time. The piano played, the notes mingling with the sweat of our sex, the crashing of the waves, and the sound of my cries. Dear God, he took his time, until flickers of an orgasm turned into a bomb of passion that detonated inside and exploded through me.

“Ah!” I dug my nails deeper into his shoulders.

“Are you coming?”

“Yes!”

“Sweet Rain.” He slid in and out at that slow, delicious pace.

“Oh, baby.” I rocked into him.

“Who’s your baby?” He increased his pace.

“Jude.” My body spasmed with the strongest orgasm I’d ever had. No vibrator or even my fingers had ever brought me one so intense. When it was over, my eyelids drooped lazily as I tried to catch my breath.

“Hell yes. Now, my turn.” He pounded into me.

Shocked, I held onto his shoulders.

“Fuck.” He paused for a second. His lip quivered as he stared at me. “Does that hurt? I almost forgot this was your first time.”

“No,” I murmured. “Don’t stop.”

“Ever since you grew breasts, I’ve wanted to ram my dick into you like this.” He pierced me so hard I shrieked.

He bit my shoulder, and I cried out again. Even after my own orgasm, his dick still felt so good, and his teeth in my flesh made me feel like he was marking not just my pussy, but my whole body. He softly held onto me some more with his teeth, shifting to suck the bite, and then licked the marks before rising up and gazing into my eyes.

“All these damn years, you strutted this sweet pussy around me. And now, I finally get to have you.”

He slammed into me and groaned. I spread my legs out wider. Another grumble left his lips. The piano player stumbled over some notes but quickly recovered.

“Fuck!” Jude gripped me tighter, raised his body, picked me up, and balanced on his knees. The whole time he still moved inside of me. “No man before or after me. Say it.”

My eyes widened.

Everything was happening so fast. He moved me around like I weighed nothing. I clung to him, and still he slammed into me with no mercy. My breasts bounced against his chest. My hair blew in the wind as it rushed by us. He planted his hands under my behind and squeezed.

“Say it!” He moaned loudly over sound of the piano.

“No man…before or after you.”

“Never?”

I looked into his eyes. “Never?”

“Never!” He groaned, thrusting into me in one violent stroke and then collapsing beside me in complete exhaustion. Laughter spilled from his mouth.

Uninjured, I sighed and couldn’t wipe away the large smile that spread across my face.

He laid his head down in the sand. Too lazy to do anything else, I snuggled against him.

“So that was sex. That’s what all the fuss is about in songs and books?” My voice dripped with sarcasm.

“Yes.” He cupped my behind and tenderly nibbled my other shoulder.

I yelped.

He licked the mark. “I wish I could eat you up.”

I glanced to the side of the green blanket we lay on. Crimson drops decorated the sheet and my thighs, symbolizing the loss of my virginity and passage into adulthood. By most standards, I was now a woman.
Well, old standards back in time.

He hummed in pleasure. His warm chest vibrated under my face. “So sex is no big deal, right?”

I thought back to what had just occurred. A delicious tremor passed through me. “No big deal at all.”

Chapter 13

He’s No Good

H
OURS
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in our suite’s massive tub. Bath beads made the water lavender scented and silky. Rose petals floated on the water’s surface and mingled with bubbles upon bubbles. Jude had turned off the lights and lit a few candles around us. They gave off an herbal scent that soothed me. He figured I’d be sore and should soak for a while before we flew back to Miami. I agreed.

“Never?” I quirked my eyebrows. “What did that mean?”

He slid black sunglasses on his face, gulped his beer, and leaned back onto his side of the huge tub. “Never? What are you talking about?”

Why did he put those sunglasses on?

I squeezed the sponge over my shoulders. Jude’s teeth imprints decorated my skin in that area. I touched one of them and shivered at the thought of his teeth on my flesh. “When we were having sex, you said that there won’t be any man before or after you and then you screamed out the word
never
like a lunatic.”

Candlelight flickered off the surface of his black glasses. “I don’t remember that.”

“I do.”

“Then forget about it.” He took another sip and set the beer on the edge of the tub. “Sometimes I yell out crazy shit when I have sex. It’s no big deal.”

No big deal?

I wasn’t sure how I felt about that. I’d brought up the question because it seemed so odd for him to say during sex. I figured it needed addressing, but his response also made me feel strange. It seemed like he was lying, or maybe that was what I wanted to think.

Did I want more now? Did I like the idea of no other man having sex with me but Jude?

“What are you thinking about over there?” He rested both of his arms on the edge and let his head fall back. Rose petals stuck to his skin.

“Nothing.”

“Bullshit.”

“You’re one to talk.”

He snapped his head up and formed his lips into a straight line. “Meaning?”

“Nothing.” I shrugged.

“Fine. You want to talk about what I said during sex, then let’s talk about it.” He combed his fingers through his wet curls. “During the moment it just seemed…intense and emotional. This idea got in my head that I didn’t want anyone else touching your body or sucking on those beautiful breasts or just experiencing everything I was feeling, so I yelled that stuff out.”

“And now you don’t feel that way anymore?” I focused on the bubbles wavering in the water. I didn’t like the way my heart beat faster as I waited for his answer. This situation should have been free and fun, not have me on edge wondering how he felt about me.

“Unfortunately, I feel the same way or at least something like that. I still don’t like the idea of another man with you, but that’s life. I’ll have to get over it whenever it happens.”

I doubt it’ll happen any time soon.

“So it was intense to you as well?” I formed a heap of bubbles between us into a mountain that boasted a sharp point at the end. “Do you have a lot of intense sex like that? I mean…should I expect my experiences to be similar with other guys?”

“I hope not,” he muttered. “And, no, sex is never like that for me. I think it’s just because of our feelings. We’ve known each other for a long time. We love each other. Usually I don’t know the chick or her name, so all I’m thinking in my head is, ‘Awesome! Boobies!’”

“Those are really deep thoughts.”

“I guess I’m a poetic type of guy.” He mimicked a karate chop sound and sliced through my mountain of bubbles.

“Asshole.”

He winked. “You love me.”

“So.” I made a new bubble mountain. This time I placed it closer to my side, put my back to him, and got between him and the bubbles. I gathered a few petals and sprinkled them on top of my lovely creation. “Are we going to have sex again?”

He didn’t say anything for a while. I couldn’t explain it, but I felt his gaze on me, burning through my skin. He touched my wet hair on my back and twirled the ends for a few seconds. Our shadows flickered and danced on the wall next to us. Again, a weird sensation hit my gut as I balanced on the edge of nervousness.

“Did you hear the question?” I asked.

“Yes. It’s just hard to answer.”

“Why? You won’t hurt my feelings.” I tried not to sound anxious. “Just tell me.”