Page 98 of The Plus One
Indira pushed Jude down, dragging her open mouth along his torso, tasting and licking and biting him until she had him panting and fisting his hand in her hair, guiding her head. She resisted for a moment, dragging her teeth over his hip bone and fondling below.
“I can’t—I can’t—”
“Can’t what, baby?” Indira said, looking up at him with wide,innocent eyes before licking the length of him and taking him in her mouth.
“Get enough of you,” Jude breathed out, head falling back as Indira sucked him deeper. She hummed, loving the taste of him, the closeness. She couldn’t keep her eyes off his face, lips parted, body open to her. Trusting her so thoroughly. So completely.
“You’re so good,” he whispered, voice hoarse and fracturing as she moved up and down his length. “So perfect.” His hand, still knotted in her hair, started moving faster.
Indira pulled back for a moment, focusing on the tip, reveling in his grunts.
“Wait. Wait. I’m not ready yet,” Jude said, shifting back a bit and pulling from Indira’s attention. She pouted at him.
“Come here,” he said, gripping her hips and pulling her up his body. Indira was pliant, drunk on the pleasure coursing through her blood. “Like this,” he instructed, turning her until she hovered over his mouth, facing his legs.
It took her a moment in her haze, but Indira caught on quickly, looking over her shoulder to give him a decadently wicked smile.
“Okay?” he asked, gripping her ass, spreading her for him.
Indira let out a chokedyes, back arching and hands fisting in the comforter as he lifted his head, tasting her desire. Indira leaned forward, dragging her tongue over him again, swirling at the tip before sucking him deep.
“Fuck,” he growled, pulling his head back and pushing two fingers into her. “Perfect and tight and absolutely soaked, just from sucking my cock. You’re so good, Indira.”
She gasped around him as Jude curled his fingers in her, the noise so whiny and needy and desperate that his dick hardened further in her mouth.
“Yeah?” he asked, pressing at the spot again.
She replaced her mouth with her hands, stroking him. “Yes. Yes.Please,” she said, jaw clenched and body coiled tight with need.
“I love it when you say please,” Jude whispered against her before moving his mouth to her clit, flicking his tongue over her.
They found their rhythm, sucking and loving and fucking each other until they were both shaking.
“Just like that,” Jude grunted as Indira moved her hips over his mouth and chin, her own lips wet and stretched around his length. “It’s so good. Don’t stop.”
She didn’t. Couldn’t. His words and his touch and his taste and his building pleasure, it all pushed Indira into a fever pitch of need. Her orgasm hit her hard. Fast. Electric desire zapping from her scalp down to her toes.
She cried out, trying to keep pleasuring Jude with her hand, but she was beyond coordinated movement.
“That’s it,” Jude said as her body bucked with the shock waves. “So perfect.”
Indira’s arms gave out, and she collapsed down, rolling to her side and letting out a giggle at the sparkling rush through her body.
“I think about the taste of you on my tongue all day. Dream about it,” Jude said, shifting until he was lying next to her.
Another helpless giggle escaped her, and she grabbed Jude, rolling them so he was on top of her. “I want more,” she said, reaching up to kiss him, tasting herself on his mouth.
Jude’s eyes bordered on frantic, his movements almost clumsy as he did as she asked, pressing her knees apart and dragging the head of his cock along her wetness for a moment before pushing all the way in, making them both cry out.
Hips working in a fast rhythm, Jude kissed Indira’s breasts, sucking on her until she arched into him and groaned.
“Your greedy little moans drive me so wild I can’t think straight,” he said, his voice so low and rough, Indira almost didn’t hear him. She never wanted to miss a word out of that wicked mouth.
Indira cried out in satisfaction when Jude found that spot deep inside her that flashed stars across her vision, a hot and wicked typeof pleasure zipping up and down her spine, pooling low in her belly, curling her toes, pressing against every muscle and joint until she thought she might shatter from it.
She watched where Jude moved in and out of her, the rough grip of his hands on her hips, moving her body in counterpoint to his every thrust. The frantic rise and fall of his chest matched her own, a jagged rhythm as they fought for every breath, chased the pleasure that felt too raw, too consuming to be real. When her eyes finally made it to his face, he was staring right at her, pupils blown, teeth gritted.
“I love you so fucking much,” he growled, thrusting into her, deep and hard, then holding there, grinding against her, the pad of his thumb moving to her clit.
