Page 63 of Callback
“Marlena, stop,” Jude demanded and I could hear his pounding footsteps. Instead of stopping, I slowed my hand down to match the thud of each one of his steps, picturing his face. His eyes. His chest. His body pressed against me, writhing with my movements.
“No,” I whimpered. No more stopping. No more slowing down. I wanted Jude—so badly I could taste it. He was so incredibly sexy—exuding masculinity and sexiness and control in a way that had me trembling with need. Omar was right—he had never been more right in his life. I had to be bold. If I sat down over breakfast and told Jude the truth? Would he even stay seated long enough to hear me out? Now? Now I had his attention.
“This isn’t right, Marlena. You should be calling your fucking fiancé with this.”
I let out a ragged breath. As pleasure bloomed between my legs, unease crept from my mind down my throat and they collided in my belly, like a tumultuous elixir. I was vulnerable in every way imaginable, baring both my body and soon, my soul to Jude. This was it. This was the moment where nothing between us would be the same ever again.Be bold,be fierce.
“I don’t… h-have a fiancé,” I panted, my voice breaking against a brittle breath. Like a tension cable snapping, the emotional burden of that lie spiraled away from me. For the first time in months, breathing came easier. The air felt crisper, cleaner inside my lungs and without the soot of the lie darkening my path, I was able to bask in the glow of intense pleasure between my legs.
At this point, it almost didn’t matter what Jude’s response was. It just felt so damn good to have the truth out there.
“What are you talking about? What about Omar?” A bellowed snarl accentuated each question. I could hear the anger in his voice. But edging alongside of that anger was something more—something deep and wrought with tension. It coiled around my spine, tightening my skin and the tips of my breasts. Heat sizzled through my veins and stars danced behind my closed eyelids as I lost myself beneath the pressure of my fingers; against the buzzing tension of my clit.
“Marlena,” he said. “Answer me. What do you mean you don’t have a fiancé?”
But I couldn’t answer—I was so close. I heard the jagged inhale of Jude’s breath and his voice sounded further away as I writhed on the bed, bucking against my hand. Sensation pulsed in my belly as my core tightened. I drove my pelvis down, fucking my fingers harder with wild abandon, imagining Jude. His sharp, green eyes. His tight jaw. The way his neck tightened when he was deep in thought.
Reasonable, sensible Marlena was gone. All that was left was Poppy. Poppy who wanted to be tied to this bed. Poppy who wanted to be made to crawl on her hands and knees to Jude and beg for release. Poppy who wanted to eat a scone off his knee and be spanked when she was bad and praised when she was good.
It wasn’t rational. But right now? It transcended want and desire. IneededJude. The sound of footsteps on the phone stopped.
Then, my front door clicked and he was there, standing in the rectangular open doorway, his chest heaving, phone still pressed to his ear. He stepped inside, slamming the door shut behind him. His hair was more disheveled than I’d ever seen. Rumpled and tossed like he’d been running his hands through it. His crisp white shirt was wrinkled and where the sleeves were folded up to the elbows, the left arm had slid slightly lower than the right elbow. As he lowered the phone from his ear and tucked it into his front pocket, his eyes scanned the length of me, throat bobbing. I lay there, legs spread, frozen with my finger inside of me and the elastic of my thong stretched to the side. It bit painfully into the sides of my hand. My silky dress rumpled around my hips and my breast pushed out from the neckline.Say something, I thought, unable to take my eyes off of him.
Hope peaked in my heart. He wouldn’t have entered this room if he didn’t want me.
“Do you want me to leave?” he growled.
I most definitely did not. Simplythinkingabout him had me drenched and throbbing—but now? With Jude standing here in front of me, I was so turned on, I wasn’t sure I could last much longer. I resumed pulsing my fingers in and out of myself, then shook my head no, the bells rattling along with me, answering audibly where my words couldn’t. His eyes steeled into me and his chest inflated with a suspended breath.
I stared into his jade green eyes, shivering against the cold, hard set of his jaw. “May I come… Sir?”
His expression lit on fire, intensified by my question, and silence crawled between us like an unwanted guest. Did he want me to beg? Plead? I panted, awaiting his answer as his gaze stayed latched to my face. For the first time since this crazy idea entered my head, dread twisted in my gut.He was going to say no. To everything.
I dropped my gaze between his legs where I could see the rock hard outline of his cock pressing against the flat front of his dress pants, and my fears slipped away. My lower back lifted off the bed as I arched into my touch, moaning.
“Yes,” he said, his voice dark and discordant, missing its familiar poise I had grown so used to. “Come, Poppy.” His breath turned shallow and I was snared in the intensity of his glare. Hypnotized by the flex of his jaw and the way his hands fisted at his sides. He didn’t bother to adjust himself—to hide his erection. Why should he? With me bared to him like I was, legs spread, breast in hand, and hips circling my fingers mercilessly, modesty was pointless.
My eyelids grew heavy, but I forced them to remain on Jude as I pressed the vibrating toy harder against my clit. Knowing the vibrator had been on Jude’s tongue in the past made it so much hotter, second best to his actual tongue dragging across my body.
Heavy pulses budded between my legs, beginning deep in my core and ricocheting outward to light every single one of my nerve endings on fire. It didn’t matter that he hadn’t laid a hand on me. That his lips weren’t pressed to mine. This moment of vulnerability and pure rapture was more intimate than any sex I’d ever had.
His eyes burned against my body as my limbs jerked with the convulsing euphoria. A gust of air tore from his lungs as he choked down a swallow, his eyes scanning across my flesh and landing on my pussy as it pulsed—tightening and releasing like an overworked heart.
Waves of pleasure rolled through me, lessening with each dissolving pulse until I was laying there, my body feeling like putty. Like it could be molded into any form or shape Jude wanted me to be.
He took two long strides closer to the bed, until he was only standing a few feet away.
I clicked the vibrator off, sitting up on my elbows and snapped my knees together. That liquid courage from earlier was wearing off.
“Now… what’s this about you not having a fiancé?”
