Page 19 of Feels Like Forever
“Hmm,” she moans, taking in another inch. The tight suction she’s able to maintain is sexy as hell. Add in the twist of her wrist as she slides it down until her fist is at the base of my shaft, and it’s enough to make me see stars.
“Foxy.” Her scent permeates the air around us. I inhale it deeply, wishing like fuck we’d made it to the bed and I wereflat on my back, her cunt hovering above my face. I’d get my fill while she got hers. Next time.
“Hmm,” she moans. The tight suction she has on me makes my head spin. Half of my cock is in her mouth, and I’m nearing the back of her throat. Any hesitation I thought she’d have with my piercing is thrown by the wayside. Right as my hips start to push further, Ronnie pulls back, readjusting herself, and I groan, hating that I’m losing a piece of her. The only plus side to this equation is I’m awarded the view of two of her fingers fucking her pussy, tits bouncing, and a full body blush taking ahold of her.
“Look at you, working your pussy for me.” A soft look washes over her, then she’s back to working my dick. Her tongue slides along the head, swirling around and around. I rock back on my heels when she lashes at my slit, gathering the precum as fast as possible. Then Ronnie throws me off axis once again when she uses her lips to suck the barbell on the underside of my length closer to the head where it flares out. My knees nearly buckle from the sensation she’s sending through my nervous system. My hand tightens in her hair, and in one quick succession, she’s engulfing my dick again. No longer does she need the leverage with her hand. She’s too busy bobbing up and down, cupping my balls, rolling them around with her smooth palm, and each time she slides backwards, I thrust my hips forward.
I’m chasing after her like an animal, not wanting to lose how fucking good this feels. Ronnie makes unintelligible noises when she slides all the way down. The head of my cock feels the convulsing of her muscles as she swallows. It’s fucking with me. It won’t be long before I’m a goner.
“Right there. Hold it for me, Foxy.” I move my hips in a shallow drive after she nods her acceptance. My hand goes to her throat, thumb sweeping along the front of her neck. I need to see and feel it when she swallows my come. I pump once, twice, and on the third one, I let go. Our eyes remain locked the entire time. She’s yet to come, and the moment I get my bearings, I’m going to make her feel just as good.
“Are you close?” I ask. She’s still got my dick in a vice, causing a ripple to snake through my veins. Instead of pulling off, Ronnie shakes her head. “Good, it’s only fair that I’ll be the one to lick you clean.” With that, I pull away from her. I let out a hiss. On one hand, I hate that I’m missing the velvet feel of her mouth. On the other, I can’t wait to have my head buried between her thighs. “Get ready.” I drop to me knees, and she falls back, ending up on her ass, which works in my favor. Ronnie’s leaning on the palms of her hands, shorts and underwear around her thighs, and I don’t bother yanking them off her legs. Instead, I take the fabric and push them down further, then work my way beneath them.
“Jude, oh my god.” Her eyes attempt to flutter closed.
“Eyes on mine. Watch as I lick this pretty cunt for the first time.” I drop to my forearms, her clothes stretching to max capacity with my broad shoulders. I’ve got zero fucks to give if they get torn to shreds, it’ll work entirely in my favor.
“Oh fuck.” She holds her body still when I dip my head, watching her watch me as the tip of my tongue licks the length of her seam before I draw a tight circle around her clit. The bud tightens with each motion. She arcs upward, drawing her cunt closer to my mouth, silently begging for more. She doesn’t have to ask. Teasing her isn’tan option. Fuck, I’m not teasing myself. I’ve dreamt about her taste, sweet with a slightly earthy tang, and I’ll be craving her scent forever. One hand grips the full cheek of her ass, tilting her upwards and giving me more room to work.
“More, please, Jude. I need more.” She buries her fingers in my hair, attempting to push my head into her pussy. A woman who knows what she likes and isn’t afraid to show it, goddamn, this woman is perfect. Yet instead of doing what she wants, I keep caressing her with my tongue, clearly too light for her liking, but I know what will push her over the edge.
The quiver of her body spurs me on. No way am I letting her come without feeling her completely. I plunge two fingers inside her pussy, wrap my lips around her clit, and suck hard. Her wetness coats me, tips to palm. The clutch of her muscles nearly makes me stop what I’m doing, but then I think better of it. My fingers hook upwards, then flutter back and forth while moving in and out. Ronnie’s eyes start to close. I hate the thought of losing them, except watching her come with my hands and mouth is more than amazing.
“Jude,” she chants my name in one long breath. I keep working, never stopping, wishing I had a fuck of a lot more room and neither of us were trapped in clothes. Ronnie is so damn beautiful when she comes hard and fast on my tongue. I know I’ll be doing this again, and soon. Fuck, she’s better than the first hit of nicotine after a long as hell night plagued with nightmares. I don’t slow down until her back meets the ground, her gaze lands on me, and through it all, the woman still can’t help but rock into me. I’m pretty sureone orgasm won’t be enough for her, either. A damn good thing since my cock is rock fucking hard again.
When I pull away, it’s not to help her up, it’s to get closer to her, to slide my way along our sweat-soaked skin and cage her in like I did this morning.
“You win,” are the words she greets me with.
“Foxy, we both fucking won,” is my response right before I seal my lips to hers.
13
RONNIE
“You should have gone home last night, Foxy. You’re gonna be so damn tired tonight.” I’m hugging Jude at my car the Monday following Rock the Nation. We’ve done it all, seen everyone we wanted to see, and even spent time with Steve-O, Jude’s friend. The shitty part of that situation is that Steve-O and his wife got into an argument in front of us, and while it became quite uncomfortable, it was more so for the kids. Jude and I made the best of it, scooting them away from their setup and taking them to our place.
We played video games with them, fed them dinner, and were about to figure out the sleeping situation when their dad appeared, a look of utter defeat written on his face. Jude texted him earlier of our whereabouts, his response was one word. The worst part is, it seemed like the kids and Steve-O were used to these types of scenarios. I’m unsure of theoutcome, so is Jude, but he said he’d check on him when the dust settles.
“I’ll be fine, promise.” Dad called earlier today sounding like absolute shit, and I told him without any hesitation to keep his ass at home, and I’d take care of the bar. Jude looked at me like I had three heads until I explained what happened. Dad tried to find someone to fill in, but Zane’s tattoo shop is open, so he’s out. The other bartender is a single mom, and her schedule is super strict since tending bar is her second job.
“Still, go back to your place and sleep. You don’t have to help me unload the van.” He kisses the side of my neck and presses his body into mine further. A lot of the concert goers left last night. This morning cleared out pretty fast as well, and since the two of us didn’t have much in the way of plans, we took our time. Until the call came in, then Jude spurred into action, taking down all the outside stuff to be stored while I worked on the inside of his van.
“Or I can help you and take a nap with you when everything’s done.” I’m not ready for our bubble to pop.
Jude’s body freezes. My arms are looped behind his back, and he’s so much taller than me that he has bent at the waist. I’m not worried about the offer I made being the reason he’s staying still. We’ve been glued to one another all weekend. Where he goes, I go, and vice versa. The tattoos we got inked on one another say it all. Even before I knew Jude would be getting a fox on his heart, I had Toula draw mine out. Jude doesn’t exactly know what it means, and when the time is right, I’ll tell him.
“Fuck yeah, I’d love that. I promise to keep my hands to myself.” He lifts his head, and I’m tempted to laugh at his word of honor.
“I hope your fingers are crossed because I’m not giving you the same guarantee.” I tease the edge of his shorts with my fingers. We took care of each other numerous times since the first time, both of us using our hands and mouths, and another time, our bodies. We were completely bare, and I was so close to begging him to slide inside me but held back. I’m not exactly sure why that is, and since Jude didn’t bring it up, neither did I.
“Foxy,” he grunts, fake admonishment in his tone.
“Jude,” I reply, mimicking him.
“What time do you need to be at the bar?”
“Six. We open later Monday through Wednesday and close at midnight.” I could have sworn I told Jude this before. Maybe I didn’t. The weekends are our busiest times, especially with Zane’s tattoo shop next door. While he won’t tattoo anyone remotely inebriated, that doesn’t stop them from having a strong drink afterwards.
