I pout.
“Please let me come, Jude,” I crawl up onto his lap and wrap my arms around his neck.
“You’re trying to manipulate me, sweet cheeks.”
“Of course I am,” I pout. “I’ll suck your dick again.”
“Be good. Go to sleep. Don’t touch yourself and maybe I’ll let you come tomorrow.”
“Maybe?”
“Maybe.”
“Maybe I’ll make myself come in the bathroom at work,” I warn.
“No. Not allowed.”
“Not allowed? Maybe I’ll make myself come in this bed beside you tonight while you sleep.”
“No.”
“Really?” I scoff.
“You’ll wait. You know this pussy is mine and you want my cock, so you’ll be a good girl and take your punishment.”
Something about the way he says that is super-duper hot, so I sigh and snuggle in closer.
I put my hand to his jaw and say, “Jude?”
“Hm?” his hm is full of suspicion.
“I wouldn’t normally accept this. But… you’re pretty awesome, you know? And you’ve put up with a lot of shit from me, so maybe I will take my punishment. To show you that I think you’re pretty awesome and to show you that the whole thing with Porn Not Jude was nothing.”
He puts his lips to mine without saying anything and it feels like a reward.
“Jude?”
“Hm?”
“Will you at least lay here and snuggle me until I fall asleep?”
“Yeah, baby. I can do that. I’ll shut everything down downstairs.”
I wait.
A few minutes later, he’s in bed beside me and I snuggle in.
“Don’t be so mad at me. I was mortified when I realized who Julian is. You don’t think of those people in those videos as real people, you know?”
He says nothing.
“I found him the night we had sex for the first time. I tried to take care of myself so I wouldn’t call you.”
“Please don’t fucking say another word that has anything to do with you taking care of yourself by looking at videos of my naked brother, Ally, or I swear to god I might lose it.”
“Wait. Let me finish.”
He huffs.
I snuggle in closer. He’s not hugging me back.
“Jude, seeing him made me think even more about you and how much I wanted you so after I watched a few of those videos, that’s when I messaged you to come over. So in a way, if not for him I might not have craved you so much that I invited you over for a booty call. You might even wanna thank him.”
“Right. I’ll send him fucking flowers tomorrow,” he clips sarcastically.
I sigh. “Can we forget it?”
“Oh believe me, I’ll be doing my fuckin’ best to forget you made yourself come while watching my brother. It might take a while, though, baby. Tell me you didn’t go back and look at him again after that first night.”
I bite my lip.
He growls.
“I did once, the night I came back from St. Kitts. I was thinking of you in the next room and photoshopped your head on him in my brain and…”
“Stop. Please. Fuck.”
“But that was the last time. After that, you were all I could think about.”
His body relaxes and his arms close around me.
“I love you,” I whisper against his mouth. “That’s not me trying to manipulate you by saying it. That’s me saying it because I mean it. When I came in tonight and you were here waiting for me with a smile on your face, I couldn’t wait to fall into your arms.”
“Yeah?”
“Yes.”
“Okay, baby.”
“Okay?” I check.
“Yeah,” he whispers and kisses my lips gently.
“Good,” I say and snuggle in.
A minute later, I call out, “Jude?”
“Hm?”
“Since we’re okay now, can you fuck me and make me come?”
“Tomorrow,” he says immediately.
“You’re a dick,” I remind him.
I feel his body shaking with laughter.
“An alphahole dick,” I mutter.
And then I close my eyes and it doesn’t take long to fall asleep.
41
Jude
Thursday Night
“It’s as if Bill the Cat and what’s it… that goofy weasel from Looney Tunes had a love child.”
She laughs her head off, snuggling the little solid gray cat with the orange flower petal-like cone around his neck so he can’t bite at the stitches on his belly.
I picked her up at work and we drove to the animal shelter to pick him up.
I didn’t tell her this, but while the vet took her into the back to pick him up, I got one of the volunteers to hand me an adoption application. I folded it up and tucked it into my jacket pocket. I’ll drop it off tomorrow.
A few minutes later, Ally came out with the carrier with a cat that looks like he’s been huffing paint.
He’s got the dopiest look on his face. He’s quiet the whole ride back to my place, though.
We get there and she wants to eat leftover tacos, so I get started on heating up food while Georgie sniffs around the carrier.
Ally opens the door and the male cat comes out slowly.
The little female meows loud and then jumps back, fur standing up.