“Does that mean I can’t take yours?” he asks softly, kissing the shell of my ear so sweetly that I feel all gooey.
“You can take it,” I whisper. “All of me is yours, Jude.”
“Mm,” is all he says and then I feel the warm, oily stuff drizzling down my crack.
And then I feel his cock rubbing it around. Everything is warm, hard, and slippery.
He gets his fingers to my clit and he plays with my piercing. It’s a teeny tiny letter J with a bell on it. I surprised him with it a month ago right after he surprised me by tattooing my face on the back of his shoulder for my birthday.
Yep. I bawled my eyes out at that one. It was much better than what I asked for, for my birthday, which was for him to pierce his beautiful cock. Though… I’m holding out for the piercing as a possible Christmas gift.
The tattoo is my profile. It’s all black. And I have the sauciest expression on my face. I burst into tears when I saw it.
He told me he’d been saving his back ink to be a canvas for his wife and his kids. That wasn’t exactly a proposal, but it tells me that there’s one on the horizon and that there are kids in our future, too. And that’s a future I am totally, totally on board with and this is why he’s getting to take my ass.
Jude takes my virgin ass gently while not-gently working my clit, and just before I come, he grabs my throat and holds on tight, shoving three fingers into my mouth, grinding out, “Suck.”
I explode around him with a massive orgasm.
Jude
A Year and a Half Later
“These do not taste right,” Aiden is the first one to say what we’re all thinking.
He’s staring at it.
Austin spits his into a napkin.
I spit my mouthful into the trash bin.
Ally comes down the stairs with Carly and a waddling and very pregnant Jada. They were all up on the roof, hanging out while me and the boys were out at the driving range.
“Not spoiling dinner are you?” Carly asks. “We have reservations in an hour at Buchanan’s, Hot Sauce.”
“Not intentionally. Sorry, Pinky, but something’s wrong with those cupcakes,” Aiden says, opening my fridge and grabbing a bottle of water.
Ally’s eyes bounce between Aiden and the cupcake on the napkin on the counter and then they travel to me and Austin.
“Did you all try one?” Ally asks, mischief brewing in those beautiful blue eyes.
I stare at the cupcake with the white frosting and give it a whiff. It smells as bad as it tastes.
“Those aren’t cupcakes, you dum-dums, they’re pup-cakes. I baked them for the animal shelter’s fundraiser tomorrow.”
Carly busts up laughing.
Austin turns a little green.
I take a big mouthful of water.
She pointed at them and told me not to eat them earlier, but she didn’t say they were dog food. Knowing my vixen, she did that on purpose.
The girls cackle like this is the funniest thing they’ve ever heard.
“We gonna head out now?” Ally asks.
“Sure. Let’s go,” I say.
“I’ll drive,” she says.
“You will not,” I correct.
“Such an alpha male,” Carly mutters.
“Nobody drives my new ride until I’ve adequately broken her in,” I advise.
“Oh right, the new truck! Let’s go see it,” Jada says.
Aiden finishes his water while the girls head downstairs to check out my new wheels.
“Love watchin’ her waddle like a penguin,” Austin muses, watching Jada head down the stairs. “Hold that railing, Cooties!”
She sticks her tongue out at him but grabs the railing and says, eyes pointed at me. “All stairs, this place. No good for when you guys have babies.”
“You guys trying?” Austin asks.
“Not that I’m aware of,” I reply and shut the television off giving a head scratch to Ralphie, who’s lying on the couch. Georgie is snoozing in the bathtub upstairs. She loves sleeping in there.
“We’re getting ready to start tryin’,” Aiden announces. “And having a lot of fun putting in that effort.”
“Yeah?” I reach out and shake his hand. “Congrats, man.”
“Not there quite yet. Carly’s taking extra vitamins for this month and then we’re going for it. If it doesn’t happen the first month, she tells me we’ll be watching the calendar. I have no problem being told when to drop my pants.”
“You should get started, brother,” Austin suggests. “Get moving and then all our kids’ll grow up together. The girls’ll love that.”
“We’re not even engaged yet,” Ally says, coming back up the stairs. She grabs her phone from the kitchen counter where it’s charging and stuffs it in her purse. “It’s hard enough living together and getting the constant comments from his grandmother. Imagine if we wind up pregnant before we’re married. Dear God, how scandalous!”
“I’m actually of the opinion that we should be married before we have kids. Call me old-fashioned,” I shrug.