Behind His Lens(41)

“Oh, Charley. You’re so wet. So ready for me.” His ragged words collide into me as his fingers run possessively up and down my center.

“Please,” I moan huskily into his mouth, overwhelmed with need.

He slides two fingers across my inner thigh, teasing my thong aside, and I cry out; but Jude’s there capturing my mouth and feeding off my cries as his fingers slide across my wetness.

“Oh, please,” I sound pained, tortured, needy.

He’s barely touched me, but I’m so close to the edge. It’s been so long since someone’s touched me like this. His hands move so seductively, as if he knows exactly where to linger, where to drag the pad of his thumb so that it sends delicious waves of pleasure coursing through me. His finger teases my entrance, but he won’t take it that far. We don’t have the luxury of time and Jude knows it.

Instead, he spins small, mindboggling circles around and around, teasing out my desire.

“Come for me, Angel,” his words demand, and I know my body will comply because he’s in control of me, of my world.

He rubs right where I need it the most, I bite down on his neck to muffle my cries, yet even then I can hear the faint echoes of my, “Oh, yes. Oh, God. Yes, Jude,” as I fall over the edge. My entire body greedily rocks against his skilled fingers. My world shatters into a never-ending bliss and Jude is right there with me, murmuring in my ear and coaxing every last drop of my orgasm out of me.

As the waves of my desire-induced delusion wane, the world around me begins to slowly filter back in. The blaring sounds of the music, the dancing people, and the entire room that exists around me. Holy hell. I can’t believe I just did that. Jude’s arm is still locked around me, but I feel like I’ve just awoken from a dream as it fades away, out of reach, leaving me in this scary reality. Where do we go from here?

I stay tucked under his chin, willing the world to stop turning, to go back to the moment before. What’s he thinking? Surly he needs his release as well, but that won’t be quite as easy in the middle of the dance floor.

Finally, I will myself to glance up and find Jude looking down at me with such sweet desire written across his features that a shot of lust spirals through me. My body is so in-tune to his commands, but we hardly know each other. When did it learn that he was in control? After he coaxed out the most delicious orgasm I’ve ever had?

“We should get back to the group, Naomi’s probably worried about you,” he admits, with a look of disdain as he straightens the bottom of my dress. His touch is so sweet and innocent, as if he wasn’t the one pulling it up indecently only moments before.

“What about you?” I ask, dropping my hand to the outside of his jeans. He’s so large and his excitement is impossible to ignore when I’m pressed so close to him. With a growl, he captures my hand and shakes his head.

“Later,” he promises, placing a gentle kiss to my wrist.

I pout with a silly frown, “Not fair.”

“Hmm,” he hums, bending down to capture my pouty lip and tease another seductive kiss out of me. That’s what it feels like when he kisses me. He leads our mouths, coaxing out my desire before I even realize I have any to give.

“I want you, Charley.” His mouth trails over my cheek and down to the sensitive skin just under my ear lobe. “Come home with me.”

His revelation and request is everything I wanted to hear and I find myself nodding before thinking it over. Yes. Yes. Yes.

Without another word, he twines his fingers through mine and pulls us back to the VIP section. I don’t know what happened in that time, but something shifted between us. I can feel it swirling in the musky club air. I expected him to drop my hand once we got back to everyone, but he tugs me closer, wrapping his arm around my waist, and keeping me pinned to his side.

“Oh, hold on. You’ve got some of my lipstick on your lips and cheek.” I dip my thumb into my mouth and swipe it across his skin, cleaning him off.

“It was worth it to get to taste that delicious mouth of yours.” His blue eyes are already heating up again and I have to laugh and lighten the mood or we’ll be kicked out of the club for indecent exposure.

After the lipstick is gone, he leans down to offer a chaste kiss on my cheek. When I look up, Bennett, Hudson, Naomi, and half of the VIP group are all staring as us with befuddled expressions. Can they see the orgasm written across my features? Is my hair wild and untamed, or am I imagining things?

I wish I could ignore their gaze, but it’s too late. Jude and I should have just left. The fun is over. It dissipated all too quickly, leaving a tight pressure in my chest that threatens to suffocate me on the spot. Before I fully realize my actions, I’m tugging myself free from Jude’s sturdy arms and building the fortress around my heart.