Page 125 of Dirty Like Jude
She hugged her arms tight around her waist. She’d showered already; maybe I’d gotten her out of the shower. She had on a little silk robe with flowers on it and her hair waswet.
“Why would you care?” sheasked.
I advanced on her so fast, she stumbled and almost fell backing up, and I fucking hated myself for it. But I was not a rational human being when it came to this woman. I put her right up against the wall without even touching her, and she didn’t even look the least bit scared. Justconfused.
“Why can’t you just get the fuck out of mylife?”
Yeah, I had some balls to say that to her when I’d just barged intoherhome.
It wasn’t even my life she was trespassing in,anyway.
It was my fuckinghead.
“I’m not in your life,” she said carefully. “I… I sent Jesse a nice photo I saw of Jessa from a shoot she did. I know she doesn’t always send them to him, so I did. He thanked me and he told me about the party. I thought that was really nice of him to invite me. So I came.” Her eyes were starting to shine, but I couldn’t tell if it was hurt or anger. “If you’d rather I didn’t come to any Dirty parties, ever again, you can say so and I’ll stay away. You’ll never have to see meagain.”
“Good. Then stay the fuckaway.”
“Fine.” She swallowed, and I could see it in her eyes: definitelyhurt.
I turned away and stormed toward the door. But when my hand was on the handle, Istopped.
Jesus Christ, what was it with me, with thisgirl?
I scraped my fingers through my hair, then turned on her. She was right behind me, probably ready to slam the door shut behind my ass as soon as I walkedout.
Instead, I grabbed her and kissed her. Crushed my mouth to hers and pretty much ate her face off. She didn’t protest. She didn’t kiss me back, either, for at least a fewseconds.
But then she was right there with me, devouring meback.
Within seconds, we’d fumbled our way into a bedroom. I assumed it was hers. I ripped off her robe and pushed her on the bed. I knelt over her and stripped off my jacket, my shirt. While I did that she took out my dick. She handed me a condom; she had them in singles in a bowl by the bed, which I didn’t even want to thinkabout.
I sheathed myself without even taking off my jeans, while she worked them down around mythighs.
Then I fell on her and her thighs went around me. I drove into her fast, spearing her mouth with my tongue as I gave it toher.
That first time we’d fucked had been slow, passionate. Tender,even.
This time, it was the last thing fromtender.
It was angry, hurt, bitter, brutal and dirty. I went at her with a groaning, skin-slapping, possibly bed-breaking vengeance until she suddenly shoved atme.
“Pull out,” shesaid.
“What…?” I rolled off, and she immediately went at my dick, tearing off the condom so fast ithurt.
I flinched. “Fuck.”
“Sorry,” she said, like she wasn’t sorry, as she tore off my jeans andunderwear.
Then she went down onme.
And fucking hell, could Roni Webber suck cock. I didn’t even want to know where she’d learned those particular skills… but I was grateful she’dlearned.
Some girls had no sense of dick whatsoever. No idea how to touch a dick or suck a dick. Roni was all over it like a pro. Working my shaft with one hand, my balls with the other, her mouth devouring me and her tongue ravaging all the sensitivespots.
Then she squeezed the base of my shaft, hard, fucking strangling me, and sucked like hell on my head, like she was trying to pull meapart.
I fucking groaned. I liked it rough. Most girls were too scared or timid or uncomfortable to get rough likethat.
