Fool For You (Made for Love Book 4) (77 page)

I whimper, squeezing him in my hand, and he bucks his hips in response.

“Don’t make me wait.
Please
—take me now,” I beg.

He lets go of my hair, reaching under my sweater for my leggings. At first, I think he’s going to pull them down, but then I hear it as they are ripped open. I gasp and then moan as he shreds my panties, too. I don’t even care. I love it that he’s just as desperate for me as I am for him.

“Swallow me up, sweetheart.”

I lift up just enough to line his dick up with my entrance, then I ease down over him, groaning as he fills me. I’ve never felt so full, so complete, and so
happy
.

“Oh, shit—yes,” I breathe, throwing my head back as I rise and fall over his hard length.

“God, you’re so tight,” he mutters, his hands gripping my ass as he helps guide me.

His car is soon filled with the sound of my abundant arousal and our heavy breaths. It’s hot as hell, the windows fogging up from all the heat that’s passing between us, and I love every bit of it.

“You feel so good, Jude,” I murmur, bringing my lips to his. “I love you so much.”

He hums a sigh before sweeping his tongue through my mouth, and I melt against him—wishing I wasn’t wearing so many clothes. He slides his hands up my back, underneath my sweater, holding me tighter as he kisses me. My hips don’t stop moving. I’m so close—so—

“Jude,” I gasp, pulling my mouth from his. “I’m going to come. Can I come?”

“Yes, sweetheart. Drench my dick, Teddy.”

His words are my undoing, and as I bury my face in his neck, I cry out—my orgasm wracking my body. He pulls out of me, my core still clenched as my climax takes its course, and I’m overwhelmed by the heady scent of my release, which now fills the car.

He pulls my hair until we’re face to face, and then he kisses me once more. It’s sloppy, needy, and
perfect.
I moan when he bites down on my lip, his free hand kneading one of my breasts.

“You’ve had your way,” he speaks softly, running his nose along mine. “Now I will have
my
way.”

I squeal and then giggle as he grips my ass tightly before climbing out of the driver’s seat. I lock my legs behind his back, clinging to him fiercely. Even though I’m just seconds post orgasm, I’m still incredibly turned on, and I can hardly wait for whatever he has in store for me. I’m his, completely, and I’m ready for him to do anything he wants—
anything
at all.

He carries me to the bedroom and lays me down on the bed. He then strips me of my boots and the scraps of fabric that used to be my leggings and my panties. As he eases them down my legs, he peppers kisses across the skin of my inner thighs. When my ankles are free, he spreads my legs wide and runs his tongue up my slit. Still sensitive from a minute ago, I whimper and squirm. He bites my thigh and then looks up at me.

“Don’t move.”

I try to relax, willing my body to be compliant; but when he licks me again, I arch my back with a gasp.

“Theodora,” he murmurs in warning.

“I’m sorry,” I breathe, sealing my eyes shut tight.

He licks me once more, and this time, I don’t move a muscle. He presses a kiss over my clit, as if rewarding me for my obedience, and then proceeds to rid my body of the rest of my clothes.

As he drops my sweater to the floor, he reaches for the hem of his own. I watch in rapt anticipation, my breathing growing more and more shallow as he slowly unbuttons the collared shirt he wears beneath. I pull my lip between my teeth when he reaches behind his head, grabbing the top of his undershirt before ripping it off of his shoulders. He looks down at me, his eyes hooded with lust as he toes his way out of his shoes. All I can think about is how much I want him inside of me while my hands roam over his sculpted chest, my fingers feeling the fine, dark hairs across his pecs.

When he drops his pants, along with his boxer briefs, I’m excited that my wait has come to an end. Except, he doesn’t come near me. He strokes his dick a couple times, making me whimper, and then he turns and walks away from me.

“Jude!” I sigh in protest.

I stare up at the ceiling, listening closely and hearing nothing until he makes his way back to me—a bottle of lube in one hand, and a condom in the other. I furrow my brow in confusion, as we haven’t used a condom in months, but he’s quick to clarify.

“I’m going to fuck your ass, Teddy.”

All the air in my lungs rushes out of me before I offer him a silent nod. I then watch as he sheathes himself before kneeling between my legs once more. He carefully extracts the plug I’ve been wearing all day, and I’m surprised by how empty I feel without it. I soon forget, as he crawls on top of me and crushes his mouth against mine.

He kisses me long and hard, rubbing his hard length over my clit all the while. I run my hands up his chest then down his sides and up his back, trailing my nails over his skin. I’m a little nervous about what comes next, but with every stroke of his dick, it’s as if he’s reminding me that he’s always promised me pleasure—he won’t hurt me. He would
never
hurt me.

He pulls his lips from mine, kissing me down my neck before latching onto one of my nipples. My fingers sink into his thick, dark hair, my only thought how much I love the way he worships my body. When he pulls away, he reaches for the lube, squirting a bit in his hand. He rubs it over himself before massaging some over my back entrance. As his fingers touch me gently, he closes his lips around my opposite nipple, showing just as much attention to the right as he did the left.

Finally, he pulls away and grabs the back of both of my knees, pushing my legs up the bed as he bends me in half. The head of his cock grazes my asshole a couple times before he begins to ease himself in. My hands grip his forearms as I breathe in a shuddered breath. It’s all I can manage as I tense up around him. He’s bigger than the toy, and he doesn’t feel the same.

“Breathe, sweetheart—relax. Let me in, sweetheart—let me in.”

“I—I—I,” I stutter, unable to find my words.

“It’s okay,” he assures me, stretching my right leg up, balancing my ankle over his shoulder. He then moves his hand over my center, stroking my nub with his thumb. “Relax, Teddy.
Breathe
.”

I nod, blowing out a deep breath as I concentrate on his thumb. As I begin to relax, he starts pumping in and out of me with is cock. He groans, and it’s the deepest I’ve ever heard his voice before. It turns me on even more. Soon, I begin to enjoy the feel of him inside of me. When he pushes two fingers into my center, my mouth falls open. I try to moan, but my voice gets caught in my throat at the sight of my gorgeous man’s face.

He’s looking at me like he’s never looked at me before. I stare up at him, wishing to remain under his possessive gaze forever. Right here, right now, I feel as though I’ve given him everything—and I don’t regret it. Not for a single second. He deserves to have it all—my gorgeous, mysterious, sweet gentleman.

As I stare down at my shy girl, I know that I’ve never belonged to a woman the way I belong to her. I can’t explain it, and I don’t care to—it needs no definition. What matters is the way her possession of
me
intensifies my possession of
her
. Hers is not the first ass I’ve taken, but it’s never felt this good—it’s never felt this intimate and sacred. She’s mine. She’s fucking
mine
.

I ride her nice and easy. I’ll never give her more than she can handle, and tonight, this’ll do. As I curl my fingers inside of her, her body tells me everything I need to know. She’s drenched, her sweet cunt dripping in arousal. My shy girl likes it dirty—just like me. Fuck—she feels so good.

Her fingers tighten around my wrist as she moans. I can tell she’s getting close, which is all right with me. Her ass has got my cock on lock down, and the second she comes, I know I won’t be able to hold back.

“
Judah,
” she murmurs, her nails digging into my skin.

“Come for me, sweetheart.”

Her forehead scrunches as she frees a loud groan, her pussy clamping down around my fingers as I massage her clit with my thumb. Her ass constricts as well, pulling forth my own release. I utter a grunt, pumping in and out of her forcefully as I ride out my orgasm. When I go still, all I want to do is kiss her.

I ease my way out and remove the condom, knotting it and discarding it on the floor before I stretch out on my side. I roll her towards me—my beautiful, shy girl—and kiss her slowly. She cups her hands around my face, returning my affection, and I slide my hand over her backside, gripping her ass fondly.

She severs our kiss and I open my eyes to find her staring at me, a sweet smile on her face. For a moment, she says nothing, and we both just breathe—just us.

“Tell me you love me,” she finally whispers.

My brow furrows as I flinch back a little, caught off guard by her request.

“What?” I mutter, not sure if I heard her correctly.

She kisses my lips softly before she repeats, “Tell me you
love
me.”

I shake my head at her, bewildered. I’ve never spoken to her of love. I wouldn’t do such a thing—so why she’s asking me to do so now is perplexing.

“Tell me
you
love
me
,” I reply.

“I do. You know that I do,” she insists, pressing her body closer to mine.

“Then love me tomorrow.”

“I’ll love you
always
. Now, tell me you’ll love me always, too.”

“Teddy—”

“Judah…” Her light brown eyes grow glassy as they stare into mine, a sort of desperation in her gaze. “Please,” she begs.

“I don’t fall in love, Teddy.”

“That’s not true…That can’t be true.”

“It
is
true,” I reply with a frown. “I never promised you love, sweetheart.”

She gasps, shrinking away from me as she balls her hands into fists. “What? What do you mean? What are you saying?”

“I’m simply
repeating
what I’ve told you before.”

“No,” she cries, pressing her fists against my chest. “No—what we have is
different
. I’ve told you—every day, I’ve told you that I love you. I’m not going to change my mind. It’s okay for you to love me.”

“I
choose
you. Today, I choose you. That is what I can give you,” I explain, trying to remain calm. She’s growing anxious in my arms. I know I cannot allow my frustration to heighten her emotional state.

“Today?
Today?
Like…maybe tomorrow you’ll—what, change your mind?”

I shake my head at her, wondering how we got here; wondering when she forgot that
both
of us are here by choice—
nothing
more.

“You, too, are capable of changing your mind, Teddy. You choose me today. You love me today. You cannot speak into the future. You cannot guarantee that you will still choose me, that you will still
love
me a year from now—or
five
years from now.”

“No. You’re wrong!” She pushes herself up on her side, propping herself on her hands, her hair falling all around her. “I
know
my heart. When I say that I will love you always, I mean it! You’re my forever, Judah—don’t you know that?”

“Don’t be so naïve, Teddy,” I argue, sitting up with her. This argument is starting to get ridiculous. She’s trying to fight for the future as if our present isn’t perfectly fine as it is. “There is no such thing as
forever
.”

Her breath hitches in her throat as tears fall from her eyes. “So I’m—I’m—I’m what, Judah?” she asks, her voice quivering. “I’m
temporary?
”

My heart sinks and my gut wrenches at the sight of her tears and the label she’s assigned herself. She doesn’t understand. She doesn’t
see
that all we have is now. Tomorrow is not a promise—but today, she is mine. Today, she is my choice—today is what I can give her.

“Sweetheart,” I mutter, reaching up to dry her tears. “I’m in this with you. Have I not proven that day after day for the last few months?”

She grips my hand in hers, bringing it to her chest as she stares into my eyes. “Tell me you love me.”

“I choose you.”

“
Tell me you
love
me!
”

The desperation in her voice matches the despair in her eyes, and I know there is no cure. I cannot promise her something that I don’t believe in—and I will not play the part of a fool simply to appease her. I belong to her, as she belongs to me, and that is who we are.
That
is reality,
that
is now—
that
is every moment we’ve shared for weeks on end. I’ve given her all that I can give. If that is not enough, it’s the same as her
not
choosing me.

I knew this day would come—but
fuck!
Not now. Not like this.

Goddammit.

“Judah—
please
,” she cries. “Tell me you love me.”

“I don’t.”

She drops my hand as she stares at me in complete and utter shock. She doesn’t even
breathe
as tears continue to cascade down her cheeks. Then, a sob breaks her silence. She covers her mouth, but it does not mute the sound of her cry. I reach for her, my body acting of its own accord, but she shoves me away before she climbs out of bed.