Page 83 of The Winslow Brothers

“Not yet, Sophie. Soon.” He thrusts up against me, and a sexy-as-hell groan escapes his lungs. “Fuck, the things I want to do to you.”

Yes, please. Do them. Do me!

My silent wish isn’t his command, though. Instead, he eases my body off his lap until I’m on my feet again.

“Take off your panties,” he orders quietly, rendering me functionless. I can’t move; I can’t speak. All I can do is stand there, my chest heaving with my frantic breaths. “Take off your panties, Sophie. Now,” he repeats. I toy with the hem of my dress with shaky fingers, and he shakes his head. “Don’t lift up your dress. Just slide them down your legs and hand them to me.”

A whimper-filled moan jolts from my throat.

God, he’s killing me.

Jude sits there, looking up at me through hooded, confident eyes until, eventually, I find myself doing as he asked. With two hands, I carefully slide my panties down my legs, and when they reach my ankles, I bend over, pick them up, and hold them out toward him.

Jude grins mischievously and takes the silky black material in one big hand. He gazes down at them for a few seconds, before lifting them toward his face and inhaling deeply.

Everything inside me seizes. A guy sniffing my panties? That shouldn’t be hot…right?

That should probably be weird. Maybe even concerning?

Should be. But it’s not.

In this moment, it is the exact right thing to lead my body into a frenzy. A shiver rolls up my spine, and I have to clench my thighs together just to ease the now intensely pounding ache that’s starting to build from within me. They feel slick against each other, the presence of my excitement unmistakable.

“Your panties are wet,” he says and looks up at me from beneath his lashes. “Downright soaked.”

I nod. Or at least, I think I nod. All conscious function of my body has taken a temporary hiatus.

“You want to come, don’t you?”

This time, I know I nod. And it’s not just once or twice; it’s at least five fucking times.

Jude smirks, slides my panties into his pocket, and crooks one finger toward me. “Come back over here, babe.”

He doesn’t have to tell me twice. Back over to the couch, I let him guide me onto his lap again until my thighs straddle his hips.

Without the barrier of my panties, I can feel how big and thick and hard he is beneath his pants. Sensation and memories alike urge a thrill of pleasure to surge in my bloodstream, and I grip his shoulders tightly as the impulse to rub myself against him becomes too intense to deny.

Jude’s hands are in my hair again, and he tugs gently on my locks so that my body is stretched out far enough for his mouth to reach my breasts.

But he never removes my dress. Instead, he sucks at my nipple through the material, and for some insane reason, it feels like the hottest, most illicit thing I’ve ever done with someone.

I mean, we’re in a private VIP room, inside a busy, packed nightclub, doing things that we definitely shouldn’t be doing. I never thought I’d be the type of girl to get off on doing dirty, bad things in public places, but hell’s bells, I’m apparently that girl with Jude.

He moves his hand down to my lower back as he switches his mouth to my other nipple, and in perfect sync, he sucks at thepliant flesh in rhythm with the way he grinds his still-covered cock against my bare pussy.

Every thrust forward, the tip of his cock strokes against that one perfect, swollen, needy spot that causes little shock waves of pleasure to build in my belly.

It feels incredible, and I’d do just about anything to be able to unzip his pants and slide him inside me, but his hold is steady and solid, and the only chance of orgasmic relief stems from the way his warm mouth sucks at the material of my dress around my nipples and each grinding thrust of his hips.

The me of a year ago never would have thought it’d be possible to actually get off,all the way off the climax train, with this kind of foreplay, but when the throb between my thighs begins to spread down my legs and up my spine and multiplies tenfold, the me of now remembers that it’s different with this man—intense, unexplainable, mind-bending.

I’m so close that it only takes a few more strokes of his covered cock against me before the first waves of pleasure hit my nerves.

Holy shiiiiiit. I’m coming. I’m literally coming.

Shock and awe consume me at the same time that Jude pushes me over the edge, and just as the biggest wave takes over, he presses his lips to mine and swallows all the moans and whimpers that escape my throat.

I have zero control, and all I can do is just shut my eyes and let my orgasm devour me, all the while kissing Jude as if my life depends on it.

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