Page 23 of Wicked Temptations
My cock was straining against my pants. Rock hard and aching as I remembered the weight of Jude’s gaze on me. I could still hear his voice in my head.
Next time it’ll be you face first against a wall.
My hand drifted down without conscious thought, pressing against the bulge in my pants. I bit back a groan. This was so fucked. We were supposed to be working. Supposed to be professionals. He fucking hated me!
Instead, I was hiding behind a set piece with a raging hard-on, trying not to think about what Jude would do to me if he found me like this.
Trying not to think about how much I wanted him to.
***
I woke up hard.
Again.
The sheets were twisted around my legs, and my cock throbbed against my thigh, already leaking.
Even in the hazy stage of waking up, my mind was full of Jude. The weight of him when I’d tugged on his harness. The sounds he’d made when I’d pushed inside him. The way his pulsehad hammered under my teeth when I’d clamped down on his throat, hard enough to mark him as mine.
Fuck.
I palmed myself through my boxers, squeezing, and the pressure only made it worse. I wanted to do it again. Wanted to hear Jude gasp my name while I fucked him into the concrete. But that wasn’t the whole truth, and I knew it.
I also wanted him to do the same to me.
I wanted him to turn the tables, pin me down, and make me take it. Make good on that threat he’d whispered when I’d had him pinned.
Next time it’ll be you face first against a wall.
I wanted him to do more than that.Worsethan that. And then I’d give it all back to him tenfold.
My cock jerked as the fantasy intensified. I groaned and rolled onto my stomach, burying my face in the pillow and attempting not to acknowledge how my hips automatically rolled forward to hump the bed.
Last night had been insane. We’d torn through the entire park, breaking every rule Parker had laid out. Guests had filmed it. Riley’s crew had witnessed it. The whole thing was probably already trending on social media with hashtags I didn’t want to think about.
And then after closing, when the lights came up, and the crowds dispersed, I’d chickened out.
Jude had lingered in the changing room, still in costume, those dark eyes tracking me like he was waiting for something. Waiting for me to acknowledge what we’d done. What we’d almost done. But I’d grabbed my shit and bolted, drove home with black and white greasepaint still smeared across my face and my vest half-unbuckled.
Coward.
That’s what I was. So desperate for Jude that I could barely function around him, but too fucking scared to be alone with him when the performance was over. When it would be real.
I forced myself out of bed and into the shower, turning the water cold. It didn’t help. I was still half-hard when I got out, still wound tight with frustration and want.
The gym didn’t help either. I pushed through my usual routine, trying to burn off the tension, but every rep just made me think of Jude’s lean muscles, and how he was so much stronger than he looked. I thought about the way those muscles flexed when he moved. The way his ass had felt in my hands. The way it had quivered when I’d shoved inside his tight hole.
By noon, I was at the grocery store, wandering the aisles like a lost tourist. I didn’t need anything. My fridge was full. But I grabbed beer anyway, and chips I wouldn’t eat, and spent twenty minutes staring at the protein bars without actually seeing them.
Get it together.
I couldn’t stop replaying it, though. The chase. The way Jude had looked at me when we’d circled each other in Riley’s set. The heat in his eyes, the promise of violence and sex all tangled up together. The way my body had responded, going hard and desperate just from being near him.
I paid for the shit I didn’t need and drove home. Drank one of the beers. Then another as I tried to watch TV. But I couldn’t focus. Everything reminded me of him. The tactical vest draped over the back of my couch. The bruises on my ribs from where he’d tackled me. The faint ache in my knuckles from when I’d all but punched the wall next to his head while fucking him.
You’re pathetic.
I was. I knew it. I’d been crushing on Jude since before I’d even applied to Ridgeway, and now that I’d actually had him, it was only worse. Because now I knew what he felt like. Knew howhe sounded when he came. Knew he wanted me just as bad, even if he tried to fucking hide it.
