He’s fast, though.
Superfast.
“Your legs are longer,” I yell out as I dart for the front door.
“No excuses!” he yells back at me as he rounds the house, only a second behind me.
He jumps over the shrubs onto the porch just as I throw the door open and run downstairs. I can feel him right behind me, but I know I have this. The only problem is that I’m running so fast that I don’t stop in time to open his door, and I run straight into the wall beside it with my shoulder. I feel pain but I ignore it, backtracking to the door. I go to throw it open, but Jude’s hand meets the handle just as mine does. Next thing I know, we’re in a hip-checking battle trying to open the door and enter it before the other. Grunts fill the hall until finally I kick him in the shin and he topples over, giving me the chance to throw the door open.
Holding my arms up in victory, I scream, “Oh, yeah! Winner!”
“Cheater! You kicked me!” he yells as he enters the room, his brows together in frustration, his face flushed.
“No excuses,” I say with a devious grin.
He shoots me a grin as he shuts the door behind himself, locking it as his eyes darken to the color of emerald. I’m breathing hard, and I know I need to catch my breath, but I can’t help myself. I pull my shirt off and then kick my shoes and pants off, standing in my very skimpy panties and bra.
Bracing himself against the door, he groans, “Fucking hell, Claire.”
A grin pulls at my lips as I slowly walk toward him. With every step I take, a piece of his clothing hits the floor. His shirt, his pants, then his boxers, leaving him deliciously naked right as I close the distance between us. Reaching out, I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him down for a soul-deep kiss. His body is so hard against mine. He has been hitting the gym like mad, and man, his body reflects that. As my hands move up his arms, his biceps, I can feel each muscle defined beneath my palms. My heart races as our kiss deepens, his hands resting against my ass. His dick is stiff against my belly and I want him. Need him
When I feel his fingers dance up my back, I break the kiss, gasping for breath as his lips dust along my jaw. I’m burning up everywhere. My whole body is singing for his as he unclasps my bra. The cups fall away from my breasts and land at our feet.
“I want to rip this off you,” he whispers against my jaw, his fingers yanking at my underwear. “But it’s so pretty.” He then runs his fingers down the base of my spine before slowly pulling my panties down my tingling legs. I haven’t run like that in a while, and while my legs are crying, they are soon a distant thought when Jude grabs my butt cheeks and buries his face between my legs. My legs buckle and I have to brace my hands against the door as I gasp for breath. Running his tongue slowly and teasingly against my sensitive lips, I bite into my bottom lip, holding in my scream as he tortures me. When he runs the tip of his tongue along where my lips meet, my heart pounds in my chest and then my legs start to shake from the want for him.
Finally, he parts my lips and flicks his tongue against my clit. Closing my eyes, I lean my face against the wall, biting into my fingers as he assaults my clit like it stole something from him. He’s ruthless with his attack, his tongue moving fast then slow, in figure eights, and then just rough and hard against my bundle of nerves. When he slowly slides his fingers inside me and starts to fuck me with them, I can’t hold it in anymore.
Loudly, I scream his name, my body tensing up under his glorious touch. Slamming my fist against the door, I start to move against his mouth, wanting and needing my release. Quickly, his fingers pound into me, his tongue going just as fast on my clit, and then I come. I come so fucking hard, I jerk against him, my body going completely taut.
He kisses my center and I squeeze my eyes shut as the aftershocks of my orgasm run through my body. I would have thought he would have given me a second, but I was completely wrong. Lifting me up, he wraps my legs around his waist, my face resting against the crook of his neck as he carries me to what I assume would be his bed. Again, I’m completely wrong. I hear a crash and then my back hits a hard surface. Before I can even see where I am or what the hell is digging into my back, Jude is inside me, pounding into me with unbending need. His fingers bite into my hips as he thrusts into me, my legs flopping in the air as his body slams into mine. As I look up at him, his face is flushed, sweat dripping down his arms, and fuck, he looks hot.
Reaching between my legs, he cups my pussy as he says, “You are so fucking hot, Claire. Fuck, baby. Come on me. Now.”
I don’t know what to say, so I do what he wants. Moving his hand away, I move my fingers into my wetness and start to finger myself, watching as he watches me. His fingers dig into my thighs as I move my fingers along my clit. His breathing is so fast, matching mine, and his eyes are dark with desire. For some reason watching him watch me has my body burning with lust. It doesn’t take long for me to get off, not with all the stimulation that is going on, and as I hit my peak, a guttural growl leaves his mouth as he slams into me one last time, his body going rigid as his eyes fall closed.
Gasping for breath, I squeeze my legs around him, running my hands up his abs and chest until he opens his eyes, a grin tugging at his lips. He then leans down, taking my mouth with his as my body throbs for his. Leaning his forehead against mine, he whispers, “If every time you beat me I get to have mind-blowing sex like this, I fully accept being a loser.” Then his eyes meet mine, his mouth pulling into a grin as he says, “Really though, being with you, I’m never losing.”
“Wasn’t I supposed to be prov
ing my love to you?”
He smiles, his lips whispering against mine. “You don’t have to prove anything, Claire. I know.”
“So do I.”
It’s been a good night.
I think we’re ready for the investors, but I’m still drilling these girls, making sure we’re perfect. Ms. Prissy seems happy with everything, but I know there is room for improvement. She wants me to do a solo of sorts on the pole, but I haven’t really thought anything up. I have my dance for Jude, but I really don’t want to dance that unless he’s here. Which will never happen, so I guess I’ll just come up with something. It won’t be hard.
By the time I’m done for the night, my feet are crying and my back is sore. I hit my back on the pole, and then while Jude was pounding into me, I found that I was lying on Jayden’s stapler. I want to feel bad for having sex on his desk, but I can’t find it in me to do so. I do know that I won’t allow it to happen again, though. I respect Jayden and I want him to like me.
Leaning back in my chair, I rest my feet on my desk and let out a long breath. When I feel eyes on me, I look up to find Ms. Prissy standing beside my desk.
“Hey,” I say, sitting up a little straighter. “I’m leaving in a bit, letting my feet air out.”
She smiles before nodding. “You’re fine. I’m going to be here for another few hours.”
“Oh okay, is everything all right?”