Fool For You (Made for Love Book 4) (40 page)

“Want some?” she asks, holding out her half-filled flute.

I shake my head, resting my arm across her lap, and she proceeds to down the contents. She then lets the glass slip from her fingers, tumbling to the floor. She doesn’t bat an eyelash, but instead cups her hands around my face and draws me in for a kiss. With one flick of her tongue, I understand her desire to be alone, and I kiss her deeper, mirroring her enthusiasm.

Her hands fall away from my face, and I reach around to support her neck as I dominate our kiss—taking all that I want. She moans into my mouth, and my dick hardens at the sound. When she rests a hand against my chest, I think nothing of it; but then her fingers glide down the length of my torso before blindly fumbling for my groin. I groan, my lips not leaving hers as I take her hand and place it over my rock hard cock. When she offers me a squeeze, I fight the urge to pin her on her back and bury myself inside of her until I’m balls deep.

“Judah,” she whispers, reaching for my belt buckle.

“What are you doing, Teddy?”

She tucks her face in my neck, hiding from me as she says, “I want to suck you.”

My dick throbs at her words and for a second, I wonder if I’ve had more to drink than I remember. But then she manages to unbutton my pants, and I realize she’s about to blow me.

Fucking hell…

When she slides off of the seat and kneels between my legs, a small part of me begs me to remind her—“Teddy, you’re drunk.”

“I know,” she breathes, tugging on my boxer briefs.

I lift my hips then slouch down on the seat, giving her easy access. “You don’t have to.”

She wraps her small hand around my cock and pulls it out. “I want to.”

“Teddy,” I barely manage, my breaths ragged, my dick ready and waiting.

“This has been the best birthday ever,” she says, looking up at me. “I know you’ve been waiting for me. Let me try. Let me say thank you.” I nod and she offers me a nervous smile. “I might be bad at it—fair warning.”

“I’ll show you how I like it,” I mutter, burying my fingers in her hair.

“Okay,” she murmurs, her eyes falling to my dick. She licks her lips and then hesitantly wraps her mouth around my head. My grip in her hair tightens at the slightest touch of her tongue, my neglected cock growing even harder in anticipation of what’s to come.

I watch as she takes more of me inside of her, stroking the base of my shaft with a tentative hand. She feels sensational, but I need more. I can tell she’s unsure, so I patiently wait for her to grow acclimated to my size before I offer her further instruction. A couple minutes later, my patience has worn out and I’m about ready to fuck the shit out of her mouth.

“
Suck
, sweetheart—
harder
,” I demand, sliding my second hand into her hair as I help guide her up and down my length. She does as I ask and my groan will not be silenced. “Fuck, Teddy—just like that.”

I’m so turned on. I can’t remember the last time I wanted a woman’s touch this much. Staring down at her, my shy girl, I realize that the reality of her lips around my cock isn’t as good as I imagined it would be—it’s
better
—and I. Need. More.

I hold her head still, half of my dick encased in the warmth of her mouth. “Listen carefully. I want you to relax your throat and take what I give you—do you understand?” She nods, and I don’t hold back. I buck my hips fast and hard, chasing my release. She whimpers, spurring me on even more. When I hit the back of her throat and she gags, I feel my balls start to tighten. “Fuck, yes—such a good girl, Teddy. You feel so damn good.” She sucks harder and it is my undoing. With one more thrust, my muscles grow stiff, my grip in her hair grows tighter still, and my dick pulses as I spill my release down her throat. I come long. I come hard. I come loud—and she takes it
all
.

When I let her go, she pulls away from me, flashing that doe-eyed expression of hers. One look, and I know I can’t let her leave this ride until I’ve tasted her climax.

“Take off your skirt,” I demand, tucking my dick away.

She watches me, just long enough to see me zip up my pants, and then she stands and does as I ask. As soon as she steps out of the garment, I reach for her hips and turn her back to me. I then guide her down into my lap, spreading her legs wide. I can hear her rapid, ragged breaths, and a cocky grin spreads across my face.

I haven’t even touched her yet.

“Did you enjoy my dick in your mouth?” I ask, cupping my hand over her pussy. She nods, leaning her back against me. “Are you wet, Teddy?”

“Yes,” she whispers.

“Show me,” I insist, pulling my hand away from her. When she doesn’t move, I bring my lips to her ear and whisper, “Stick your fingers inside your wet cunt, Teddy, and show me how wet you are for me.”

She’s panting now, and I can already feel my hard-on returning as I watch her slowly slip her fingers into her panties. When she pulls them out, her first two fingers glistening with her arousal, I grab her wrist and bring her fingers to my mouth. She gasps as I suck them clean. Then I wrap one arm around her waist, holding her tight against me as I shove my free hand into her panties.

“Oh, god,” she moans loudly when I thrust two fingers inside of her.

I bury my face in her neck, breathing her in. She’s dripping wet, her desire making a mess of my hand, and it’s so fucking hot. When she grinds down against me, her body begging for more, I swear to god, I almost come again.

“Does my shy girl need more? Huh?”

“
Please
,” she mewls.

I pump faster and harder, reaching up to cup my hand around her small breast. She throws her head back, resting it against my shoulder as she grabs my forearm and rocks her hips. She’s chasing after her orgasm, her intoxicated state making her bolder than I’ve ever seen her, and it’s sexy as shit.

“Oh, Judah—I’m going to come. Can I come?”

Holy motherfucking mother of god.

She just asked my permission to come.

If I wasn’t sure before, I’m sure as fuck without a doubt now.

This woman is
mine.

“Yes, sweetheart,” I say, pressing my thumb against her clit. “You may come.”

She cries out, her pussy tightening around me as she surrenders to her climax. When she sags against me, her body spent, I dip my fingers in my mouth and taste what is good.

“Hey,” I mutter in an attempt to get her attention. She turns her head just enough to be able to look me in the eye. “Come ‘ere,” I tell her, tapping my lips.

She grins at me before she shifts in my lap, circling her arms around my neck as she presses her mouth to mine. I try not to kiss her for too long, sure that we’ve been gone far longer than twenty minutes, but my craving has yet to be satisfied.

“Jude?” she whispers against my lips as she severs our kiss.

“Teddy?”

“Will you take me home with you tonight?”

I mull her request over in my mind, mentally scanning through my memory of the work I intended to do at the office later today.

“Please?” she begs, holding me closer before giving me another kiss.

Her touch invites my dick into the conversation, and I decide anything that I need to get done can be done from home.

“Yes.”

She kisses me once more with a giggle before she asks, “Can we go now?”

I smile at her as I run my hand up her bare thigh. “Let’s get you dressed, then we’ll go pick up your friends and head back.”

“Okay,” she says, scrambling out of my lap. I instruct the driver to return to The Chapel as Teddy wiggles her way into her skirt. Once she’s dressed, she curls up against my side, snuggling against me. “Thank you, Judah. This really has been the most wonderful birthday. I’ll never forget it.”

“You’re welcome,” I reply, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

She frees a contented sigh. By the time we’re back at the nightclub, she’s fast asleep.

M
y pounding head wakes me from a deep sleep, and I moan at the amount of light shining down on me. I peek open one eye, wondering why I’m bathed in so much sun, and I’m met with a wall of windows.
Judah’s
bedroom windows, looking out into his backyard. I close my eye when I realize I don’t remember getting into his bed. Then I try and piece together the evening before. I scan through my memory bank, feeling pretty confident until the drive home. In fact, I don’t remember anything after Judah—

I suck in a sharp breath, sitting bolt upright—regretting the act immediately. I free a groan, holding my aching head as I replay my
joy ride
with Judah. Before I can fully process where the hell I got the gumption to do that, I remember a tall brunette woman with her hands on him. As if my sobriety has decided to come with all the emotions I was too juiced up to feel last night, I’m suddenly
really
annoyed. I vaguely remember her saying something about Jude’s dick—which takes me back to what we did in the party bus.

Shit…I put his dick in my mouth!

I realize that I have no idea where his dick has been. I didn’t even ask him if he was clean, or the last time he got tested. I make a mental note to bring that up. Then a shy smile pushes aside my worry when it dawns on me that last night, he came inside of my mouth. I think back on the way he had tugged at my hair, the way he told me exactly what he wanted, and the sound of his roar when his climax hit. While I still won’t list a blowjob as one of the most enjoyable experiences I’ve ever had, I can’t deny that making him come was certainly the most erotic moment of my life.

I—Theodora Rose Fitzpatrick—brought Judah D. St. Michaels to orgasm.

I make a mental note to ask him what the
D
in his name stands for, and then I climb out of bed. Before my feet hit the floor, I notice that I’m not wearing any underwear—
none
. The only thing covering my body is one of Jude’s t-shirts. I panic, which does nothing for my head, wondering how much of myself I let him see last night. I run my fingers through my hair, scanning the room quickly in an attempt to find my clothes—but I see nothing. I wander into the closet, and it’s just as neat and tidy as always. Finally, I rush into the bathroom. Oddly, all I find there is my toothbrush. I make use of it before dealing with the rest of my appearance.

Other than a little bit of smeared mascara underneath my eyes, I don’t look too bad—my bed-head semi-manageable with my locks straightened. I make myself as presentable as possible and then I take a deep breath before I go looking for Jude.

I get two steps out of his bedroom before I feel completely self-conscious and totally naked. I grip the hem of his shirt, making sure it’s tight around my thighs, and tiptoe my way to his office. There, behind his desk and looking as debonair as always, is where I find him. He’s obviously been up for a while, dressed in a pair of navy khakis and a pale blue, button-down shirt, his hair slicked back and his face shaved. I feel completely silly in my current state, and I’m half tempted to go back to his closet and hunt for a sweatshirt.

Though, something tells me that he probably doesn’t own a single one.

“She wakes,” he says, looking over at me before I can scurry away.

“Hi,” I manage, my cheeks heating in a blush.

“How are you feeling?”

“Hungover,” I grumble.

“The aftereffects of a birthday well spent.”

I offer him a slight nod, and then I can’t take the mystery anymore. I have to know.

“How much of me did you…um…see last night?”

He flashes a knowing smirk as he leans back in his chair and shakes his head at me. “Nothing new, Teddy.” I raise a suspicious eyebrow at him, making him chuckle. “You insisted that you were perfectly capable of undressing yourself, so I respected your wishes.”

“Oh,” I murmur, relief washing over me. It lasts only a second before I ask, “And where is my underwear?”

He laughs before he informs me, “You threw them in my hamper.”

“Oh, god,” I groan. I can only imagine how ridiculous my reasoning behind
that
decision was. I reach up to run my fingers through my hair, and then whine as the act makes the hem of his t-shirt ride up. I immediately drop my hands, questioning how weird it would be to dig out my panties so that I have something to wear.