Flirting With Disaster (11 page)

“I have just got a new theory of eternity.”

Albert Einstein

B
eck plopped her on his bed then stood back and stared.

Jude was nervous, exposed, lacking.

He smiled—a smile so sinister and calculating and filled with potential for debauchery, she tingled all over again between her legs.

He wanted her. He wanted Jude Duffy. Boring, inexperienced Jude Duffy.

Her eyes were drawn to his long fingers. Fingers that had just been inside her as he unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down around his hips. His penis protruded, strong, hard, and ready. She’d never seen anything like it. Not even in the porn magazines she’d just purchased. It was so beautiful she needed to touch it, reached with both hands and took hold of the warm, satiny, rock-hard appendage.

His head dropped back and he moaned. Jude liked that. She, Jude Duffy, had made this sexual beast moan. It was empowering.

She lifted her eyes to his sensual gaze. “What do I do? Teach me.”

Beck’s jaw clenched as he inhaled deeply. He placed his hand over hers and guided her to stroke him, where to touch him, how to make love to him.

She wanted more.

Joy rippled through her veins. She studied the magnificent penis in her hands as a small bead of semen leaked from the soft shiny head. She had the most unsanitary, compulsive, deviant need to taste. The desire to run her tongue over the velvety head. To explore the hard shaft with her lips.

So she did.

And it was absolute.

Absolute beauty, absolute trust, absolute passion, an absolute yearning to bring love and solace to this injured man.

She tasted and suckled, exploring every inch of his hunger for her. This wasn’t a physical act. It was emotional, passionate…covetous.

“Enough!” He pulled her to her feet and kissed her with abandon, his cock rubbing against her wet swollen tissues. “I need to be inside you. I’ve got to feel you wrapped around me, holding me, grounding me.”

Jude closed her eyes. No nervousness, no dread, just sheer awe.

“Don’t close your eyes. We’re in this together. Are you sure this is what you want?” His amber eyes were laced with lust and restraint as he waited for her consent.

She nodded and looked down between them as he slipped on a condom. A small thread of disappointment ran through her. Protection. But it was okay. She didn’t want to drag this wonderful man into her hair-brained scheme.

He wrapped his hand around his massive erection and pressed her back onto the bed. He settled his warm, hard body over hers, his weight a magnificent pressure. He stilled until she looked into his eyes.

“You are so beautiful.” He rubbed the head of his penis through her juices in a circular motion, stroking her clit, inciting her once again to a throbbing bundle of sensation. He grimaced in pleasure as he pushed the head of his penis inside her.

She inhaled sharply, her head tilted back. It was beautiful, soft, hard, filling…heavenly.

She never knew.

He stroked in and out of her a mere inch, gently probing and massaging her, driving her to the brink of madness, his whiskey gaze frozen on hers.

Jude clasped his cheeks. “Beck. It feels so good. Please.” She wrapped her feet around his hips and tried to draw him deeper.

“I don’t want to hurt you, Baby. We have to go slow. I want this to be good for you.”

She smiled. “It’s already too good.”

He groaned and plunged deep, tearing through her hymen with little pain, much to her surprise. He held her close, not moving, breathing deep, and filling her. “Are you okay, Baby?”

Baby. She liked that. She’d never had a nickname.

“I will be, once you give me my first orgasm.” His smile shifted her hair, and she braced for his rebuttal.

It didn’t come with words. It came with an anchoring of her body by his hands and the most beautiful, athletic cadence of a pair of men’s hips she’d ever imagined. He slid into her, stroking her, commanding her, making love to her. He rammed through her tissues like a wild man—one second possessed, the next sensually exploring every inch of her with his erotic, rhythmic thrusts. She couldn’t decide where to look, at his amber eyes so filled with wonder or the intimidating weapon, covered with her juices as it plunged in and out of her. Both were so beautiful.

A tingling, a tightening in her lower abdomen built toward her clit. She pulled him closer, burying her face in his neck, squeezing her stomach muscles, hoping to push all the energy in her body toward that one glorious spot. She inhaled his spicy, musky scent as she reached for the pinnacle. Did one just wait? Did she have to do something to hit the crescendo? She didn’t know what to do. Was it this way for other women?

“Baby, I’m going to come so hard inside you. God, you feel amazing.” Beck shoved to his elbows, looking into her eyes as he grasped her face in his hands. “Do you feel me? Do you feel what you do to me? After this, I’m going to taste you. Every part of you. I’m going to lick you until you come in my mouth. But first, I need to feel you come around my cock. I need it so badly, Jude.”

His forehead dropped to hers and his eyes closed as he ground his hips into hers.

Jude clenched her arms around him, her heart bursting with love that flowed through her body, settling in the place where they joined. The heat began like a lightning storm in her limbs, every joint, then shot directly to her core as it ripped through her body. The shock of a blinding orgasm enveloped her. “Beck. Oh God, oh God, I’m orgasming. Am I orgasming? Is this it? Oh God, it feels so good, please don’t stop!”

The man laughed as he drew out her pleasure with the same sexy rhythm. “That’s it, Baby. Take me. All of me. Let me feel you.”

He wanted to feel her!

“Jude, that is so good, so beautiful, honey.”

The rush of a million shooting stars shot through her veins, from the top of her head to her pulsing vaginal tissues. It was glorious as she spasmed around him, over and over, the intense throbbing like nothing she’d ever experienced before, and wanted to again and again.

The crescendo quieted. The pulsing slowed, spacing.

It was…
amazing
.

His hands surrounded her face. She opened her eyes and looked into the most beautiful amber storm.

“You liked that,” he stated. So confident.

“I did.”

He let out a quiet, satisfied chuckle. “Baby, you are so beautiful all sated and happy, but I need to come inside you. I can’t wait any longer.”

He lifted his body for leverage, the muscles in his chest and shoulders contracting like a magnificent beast as he groaned and pumped furiously into her. The strong, throbbing pulsations of his penis mesmerized her. He was marking her, changing her. His face contorted in ecstasy just before he threw his head back and ejaculated over and over inside her, pumping his seed into the condom that kept him safe from her nefarious ideas.

“Jude, oh God, Baby.” He collapsed on top of her, the warmth of his skin, the beating of his heart, comforting her. She wrapped her arms around him and held him close, shoving her love down, down, down. Back to the depths of her subconscious where she didn’t have to face it.

If she did, she’d have to concede that love at first sight existed, which it didn’t. It had only been three days. Besides, her heart would break when he left her, and she’d had enough heartbreak for a lifetime.

She allowed herself one small moment to relish the acceptance, this connection, then pushed at his muscular shoulders to get him off of her.

He lifted his head and frowned. “What? Am I hurting you?”

“No, I have to go. I forgot to disinfect the ice bucket in my room.”

He smirked then lowered his lips to hers and kissed her into submission. The man was a master. Way out of Jude’s league. She gave in like a starving woman. A woman in love.

But he’d never love her. Love was one of those frivolous emotions, fleeting with most human beings. She’d get over him like she had all the rest who’d left her. She had to.

Now that she’d nurtured visions of holidays and school conferences and summer vacations with a child,
her
child, she couldn’t go back. She had to continue on her quest with a vengeance. Time was running out.

She pushed him away. “Thank you so much, Beckette. I truly enjoyed myself.”
And have fallen hopelessly in love with you.
She twisted and tried to wiggle out from under his large naked body, making her escape before those words found their way to her lips.

“Enjoyed?”

She stilled at the sarcasm in his voice. “Why yes, it was quite enjoyable. The orgasm was even more than I expected. You know, almost seventy-five percent of woman never reach orgasm from intercourse alone. Most need the help of tools, hands, or tongue. Your job here is done.”

A growl emanated from the depths of his chest. He captured her lips again and pulled her underneath him. He truly was a beast. Her beast, if only for tonight. He pulled back and smiled, and she swore his incisors had lengthened. “Honey, we’ve only just begun.”

* * * *

Beckette had never experienced anything as erotic as sex with Jude.

The woman talked the whole way through, all three times he’d reached for her during the night. She told him what she wanted, everything she felt, what she wanted to learn from him. She was innocent, refreshing, and truly sensual. He’d never been with anyone like her and, most likely, would never be with her again.

After tonight, he’d let her go research her newfound excitement with another man. Another man who would taste her, feel her innocence and love.

He groaned, pulling her back to his chest. The warmth of her velvet skin…her tangy essence when she’d come in his mouth. She let out a sleepy groan and snuggled her ass against him.

He lifted her leg, opening her to enter from behind. She was still wet, still so warm and welcoming. She was heaven wrapped tightly around him, as he slowly pumped into her. He didn’t know how he’d ever let her go, but he would. He didn’t do love, and this woman was all about love. She deserved it and he couldn’t give it to her.

So, instead, he took this moment to revel in her brilliance, her acceptance. Something he didn’t deserve.

Her lush body was a wonderland of sensation. So responsive as she writhed against him in time with his pleading strokes.

“Beck…” she whispered and convulsed around him. This woman was made for sex.

He nuzzled her hair, allowing his dick to enjoy every contraction of her pulsing wet channel. “Baby, I’m going to come so hard inside you. Do you want me to come inside you? Are you protected?”

She reached over her head and grabbed his hair. “Yes, please. Beck, please!”

He thanked the Lord for birth control then slammed his hips into her, giving her everything he was, as he erupted deep inside her.

Suddenly, she pulled away. “Wait. Oh no, wait!” She rolled onto her back and he grabbed himself and stroked, finishing on her stomach. Her eyes widened as his dick pulsed, spurting his semen across her skin.

“Jesus H. Christ, woman!” He finished and flopped on top of her, exhausted from one of the most powerful orgasms he’d ever had.

Jude leaped off the bed and paced, his come glistening on her beautiful skin. He was an animal for enjoying the view of his mark on her.

“I…I had no idea it was so late. I need to go.”

He didn’t want her to go. He wanted the heaven he’d experienced inside her again, the bliss of being buried inside her with no barrier numbing his dick.

Yeah, he was a fiend. A beast.

“I don’t want you to go.” Was all he could think of to say.

She paced toward the bathroom and returned with a washcloth, glaring at him over the vigorous scrubbing she gave her gorgeous body.

“I kind of liked the sight of my come on your stomach. Now you’ve ruined all my fantasies for the day.”

She snorted. “You’re a Neanderthal.” She bent and began to dress. Much to his dismay. This isn’t how he wanted their short affair to end.

* * * *

Jude pulled on her nightgown and robe, avoiding eye contact with Beckette. Her mind spun as her feet carried her back to the bed of sin, and she furiously tugged at the sheets where she’d lost her virginity…and her heart. She’d thought by
protected
, he’d meant her heart. How could she have been so stupid?

She stripped the sheets right out from under him. “Thank you so much for all you’ve done.” She’d almost let this man ejaculate inside her. Forging a child together would decimate his trust in her…and her self-respect.

He rose and stood silently on the opposite side of the bed, his powerful arms crossed as if he were proud of his nakedness. He’d be devastated by her lack of appreciation right now. She was supposed to be lying in his arms like a warm, satiated kitten or something. At least that’s what she’d read in her books, but panic wouldn’t allow her to bask in the glow.

Jude glanced up at him as she bundled the sheets into a ball.