“Because I thought that maybe it was time to face my old enemy,” he murmurs, his eyes glued to the whiskey.
“I didn’t know you were an alcoholic.” I’m not certain what to say to him, but I’m fairly certain that wasn’t it.
“I’m not. My dad was.” He’s alluded to that fact before now, but I’d never wanted to pressure him to share more.
“I thought, if anyone could talk about a boy being driven to murder his alcoholic dad, it would be me, but I’m having a little problem with the revenge part though.” Jude pushes his stool back and gets to his feet, grabbing the bottle. He walks over and places it in the cupboard over the fridge. “Not as inspiring as I thought it would be.”
“I know I’m not in the music industry, so don’t consider this an expert opinion. But if I were you, I would tell them to go screw themselves.”
Jude doubles over with laughter “I’m going to quote you on that, Sunshine. I bet you didn’t expect to come over here and talk me off of the ledge on your lunch break, but I’m so glad you did.”
I shrug, preening a bit over the fact that he’s happy to see me. “What can I say? It’s all in a day’s work.”
“Are you hungry?” he asks.
“What did you have in mind?”
“A sandwich.”
I bite my lip and shake my head no.
“Salad?”
No again.
“We could skip straight to dessert,” he offers, and I bob my head enthusiastically.
Jude saunters over and grabs my hand, pulling me off the chair and toward the hallway. Our time is limited, so we stick to quick and hot, making out as we go.
Jude kicks off his jeans and tugs off mine. I fall back on the bed, but he beckons me with his finger. “My housekeeper tells me I keep the place too clean,” he says, walking backwards toward the window. “I’ve been trying to think of a way to dirty it up.”
“Oh yeah?” I raise an eyebrow.
When I reach him, he leans in. “I’m hungry too, Sunshine.”
He hooks an arm around my waist and spins me to face the window. With a gentle push, he presses me against the glass. My arms splay overhead as he drops to his knees behind me and urges my thighs apart.
“See how spotless this glass is?” he murmurs, reaching up between my legs. I’m running his hand along my swollen, feverish sex. “You can see yourself in it. Open your eyes.”
I take a deep breath and do as he asks. My face stares back at me. Although it’s not a reflection like a mirror, instead I’m as transparent as a ghost.
“Put your palms against the glass,” he instructs, “and push yourself out. I want you to see how much I enjoy tasting you.”
I swallow, abruptly self-conscious at the prospect, but I do as he says. Looking down, I see his face, framed by the creamy flesh of my thighs and heat floods through me.
“That’s good, Sunshine,” he says, before he begins to lick and suck. His teeth nip playfully at the engorged button that he knows just how to press. When his mouth clamps greedily over it, my forehead falls forward, smacking against the glass. A second later, that luscious suction is gone.
“You have to keep watching,” he admonishes me. It takes every bit of self control I have to keep my eyes open as his tongue slips inside me. The window offers no leverage as I claw at the glass. Instead, I leave desperate streaks and oily fingerprints in my wake. When my legs begin to shake, his arms bracket around them, holding me steady as I ride out waves of bliss.
I collapse against the window, smashing my breasts to the glass. Jude moves behind me, but as he knocks at my entrance, I muster up some energy to spin around and kneel before him.
“Watch me,” I command him. I’m not about to let him have all the fun.
I don’t need the glass to see as I take him in my mouth, trailing my lips along his length. My eyes flicker up above to find his strained face and heavy lidded gaze staring down at me.
“That’s right,” he coaxes as I swirl my tongue around his tip. Encouraged by his lusty gaze. I lower myself further, ignoring my natural resistance until he hits against my throat. His hand finds my hair and grips it tightly, urging me to stroke and swallow him with the wet heat of my mouth.
He doesn’t tell me I look beautiful; he shows me by not tearing his eyes from mine as he bucks gently into me. One by one, his muscles tense until he bites down on his lip. He doesn’t warn me that he’s about to come, because I’m not here by invitation. I’ve given myself to him and his pleasure, and it’s the most beautiful sight to see the agonized bliss on his face as he releases. I continue to suck as he pulses against my tongue until he draws away and lifts me to my feet.