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“I said up,” Before I can think, Mabel’s got her arms under my legs and she’s lifting me up until my naked ass is fully on her countertop. The noise that escapes me as she lifts me up is a mix between a grunt and a squeak. “I’m ready to eat, and I don’t know how you do it in the Bunk House but I always eat in the kitchen.”
Chapter Fifty-Five
JUDE
That was hot as fuck. Mabel starts to trail her hands up and down my thighs and a small whimper escapes me before I can think to stop it. She steps in between my legs, I feel my cheeks start to burn when she squats down and cradles the soles of my feet. I open my mouth to question what she’s doing but she moves quickly, lifting my legs up and resting my feet on the edge of the counter.
I’m wide open for her now.
Mabel’s hum of approval is quick to set my inside on fire again, I’ve had her in a very similar situation in the past. “You look so good right now.” Her eyes trail from my exposed asshole, up my leaking cock, continuing upwards until our gazes meet, there is a flash of vulnerability in her eyes as she kneels, putting my most intimate parts at the perfect level. “Thank you, Jude. I love…that you’re trusting me with this.” My traitorous fucking heart stutters at the pause in her sentence.
I know she doesn’t love me but it doesn’t stop it from hurting, just a little.
“I’ll never say no to you when it’s something important, Mabel.” I watch as a shiver works its way down Mabel’s spine as she lifts her hands, palming my ass cheeks and using herthumbs to spread me open enough to give her as much access as possible. I let out a small moan when she blows a stream of cold air against my hole, the moan becomes a hard grunt when she presses the flat of her tongue against me, licking up my taint before sucking one of my balls into her mouth.
“Jesus fucking hell in a hand basket.”I feel rather than hear Mabel’s chuckle as she moves from one ball to the other before licking a reverse of her original trail. I have no other words to describe what Mabel is doing to me, she fucking devours me. I grab on my legs to make sure I can keep them in position, my last coherent thought before one of Mabel’s hands wraps around the base of my cock, jerking me off as she sucks my soul out of my ass.
Mabel is a sloppy eater. The sounds she’s making are just barely overpowering my own sounds of pleasure and the sound of hand around sticky cock. I don’t even know if it qualifies as precum anymore, my dick is a fucking fountain of prolonged release. I’m so overstimulated with everything she’s doing to me, I’m whimpering when Mabel pulls back from her ministrations. Her eyes meet mine and a wicked smile plays across her lips before she licks up my taint once again, this time she bypasses my balls.
No, this fucking time she licks up my dick before wrapping the head of my cock in her hot little mouth. “Fuck, Mabel, I’m…I’m going to come!” It’s a warning and a promise mixed with a begging tone to take mercy on me and let me fall over this edge she’s been walking me off of. She gives no indication she heard me, only taking me deeper until I’m bumping the back of her throat, her nose is nestled in the curls at the base of my dick. I can’t hold my release off when I feel the invasion of her prodding fingers, pushing deep into my ass.
My vision whites out as I come, my body convulsing as I shoot rope after rope of cum into Mabel’s waiting mouth untilshe pulls off mid-squirt. She wasn’t fucking lying when she said she wanted me to make a mess of her face. Some animalistic part of my brain lights up seeing my cum drop down her cheeks, landing on her fucking tits.
“I think you killed me, Trouble.” I drop my legs with a groan, all but falling flat on my back with my head dangling off the opposite end of the counter. Mabel’s answering chuckle warms my previous orgasm-exploded heart.
“Come on, Muscles, let’s get cleaned up again. I’m not done with you yet.” My body protests the movement but I’m not going to lose out in seeing Mabel in the shower. Again.
A thought plays over and over in my head as we rewash ourselves, Mabel taking extra care to wash her mouth while I return to the scene of the crime and do my best to sanitize her counter.
I don’t ever want to ever be done with you, Mabel Warren.
Chapter Fifty-Six
MABEL
Once we’re cleaned up and I’ve double brushed and triple mouth-washed, I take Jude into my bedroom. My heart is attempting to burst out of my chest as we climb into bed. I’ve never brought a man into my home like this before. A large part of me, larger than I care to fully acknowledge, wants it to be like this every night. I may have told Jude I wasn’t done with him yet but, if I was going to be honest with myself…I never want to be done with Jude.
Being away from him has been torture and I know that I’ve come to love this gentle giant. The guilt of falling for the one person Paul dislikes more than I’ve ever seen is overshadowed by the thought that come tomorrow, Jude and I could part ways and never have a moment like this again.
I can’t let that happen.
“It’s late, can we just cuddle for a little bit?”
“I’m okay with that. I think I’m going to need a little longer to recover after everything that we just did.” Jude’s voice is warm, he maneuvers our bodies until we are spooning, our bodies feel perfect pressed together. Before climbing into bed, Jude had pulled his undershirt and briefs back on and I quickly pulled on an over-sized t-shirt and clean panties. We settle against eachother, my body’s betraying by trying to pull me into a deep sleep. I feel so right being in Jude’s arms, the high alert of my nerves I’ve been plagued with since visiting his step-dad’s house finally calms and my whole body is ready to rest.
I can’t fall asleep without telling Jude that I don’t want this to be over. I don’t care anymore, I’ll get back down on my knees and beg him to reconsider being finished with me.
“Jude, why did you cut me off?” I can feel his body tense at my question but I don’t care. I need to get this out. I want a future with him, I’m in love with him and I can’t let another moment pass without figuring out why he wanted to end things. “You iced me out when I volunteered to join you at your family lunch. I thought…I was trying to show you I wanted more with you. Is sex all you want from me?”
My voice cracks at the question but I need to know.
“Mabel.” His voice is rough, arms tightening around me help me hold in my tears. “I thought you were done withme!” Shock strikes me like a lightning bolt. I shuffle like a worm until we’re face to face with his arms still around me.
Jude explains how my wording when I offered to join him for the family lunch made him think I had considered everything between us as a debt and once I went to the lunch, my debt would be paid. When I explained how I had interpreted the situation, Jude literally growled. It would have been sexy if we were having a conversation about anything else in the world.
“God, we’re both idiots.” I groan and knock my head against his shoulder. Jude rubs my back in soothing circles, pressing a soft kiss to the top of my head.
“That we are. But you know what, Trouble? I’m your idiot.”
