Page 17 of Sweet Surrender
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ALEX
Iwasn’t sure if it was the forbidden that had me anticipating my time with Judah or not. The only thing that I knew was that I was always attracted to him, but he was my boyfriend’s older brother. I never acted on it, never spoke about it, not even to Kelli.
People often found others attractive, but it was harmless and didn’t mean anything if they didn’t act on it. I firmly believed that you could be deeply in love with someone and find someone else attractive; that didn’t mean that you wanted to be with that person. That was how I felt about Judah all those years.
Now he was no longer off-limits to me. My family and his did not agree with it, but we weren’t hurting anyone. His brother had broken up with me two years prior, and Judah’s marriage had dissolved six years earlier. We were a couple of single, consenting adults who wanted each other. We just so happened to have his brother in common.
“I noticed that you didn’t eat much at the reception. Do you want me to order room service for you?” he asked once we were in his suite.
“No. I’m hungry, but not for food.”
“Are you sure? Because I can,” he offered.
I took three steps to Judah, closing the distance between us. “Baby, trust me. It wasn’t my family who spoiled my appetite tonight. I never wanted the food, because my only hunger was for you.”
Judah didn’t speak another word. He rubbed his thumb over my lips and around the edges of them. His heavy-lidded eyes drank me in as he pressed his thumb into my lower lip.
I opened my mouth and sucked his thumb inside. Faint traces of my nectar still coated his thumb, and I sucked it hard and long. He finally jerked his thumb away and bit his bottom lip.
“Sugar, if you’re that eager to suck on something, I’ve got something a lot bigger and more fulfilling than my thumb.”
We used condoms the entire time we were together the weekend of Issachar’s wedding. It wasn’t until our final time that we forgot to use condoms that we discussed our health status. To reassure one another, we decided to share our latest STD panel and health screening.
I wanted him to more than just take my word that I had been celibate for two years; I wanted him to have proof that I was clean.
Therefore, I had no problem dropping to my knees now and unzipping his suit pants as I went. Judah worked on unfastening his belt as I reached inside of his underwear and freed his erection.
I stroked his length as I met his heavy-lidded gaze.
“You know what to do with that?”
“You tell me,” I replied, wrapping my hands and lips around him. He was big and wide, but not so much that he wouldn’t fit in my mouth comfortably.
My tongue traced the veins that were etched along his length and followed them like a road map. The further I went on myjourney south, the more he expanded and stretched my mouth until I had to stop and readjust.
Judah clamped one firm hand in my hair and guided me carefully down his shaft, helping me to enclose him in the vacuum seal my mouth created. My fingers worked through his curly pubic hairs and slid around to caress his balls.
“Ohh, fuck, Alex. The shit you do with your mouth and tongue should be considered illegal. But damn, if it were, you’d be number one on America’s most wanted list.”
I pulled back. “Did you just call me a fellatio felon?” I giggled, and he scrunched his brow as he shoved my head forward again.
His dick poked the back of my throat and caused me to gag. I pulled back just a little to readjust.
“You can commit a felony on me. That’s it, beautiful. Suck this dick until I can’t see straight.”
I worked him over until he started rocking and having difficulty hanging on. When he pulled back unexpectedly, I rocked back on my knees and stared at him.
“What’s wrong? I know that I didn’t bite you.”
“No, baby. If I’m going to fuck you tonight, it needs to happen now. I’m nothing like these young’uns. Once I bust this nut, it’s gon’ be a minute before the train rolls out of the station again,” he explained, lifting me to my feet.
I laughed. “You’re not that old, Judah.”
“Baby, you’re just getting into the grown folks’ era. You’re what? Twenty-nine? Thirty?”
“Thirty-two. You’re only . . .”
