Page 1 of Dirty Like Jude
Chapter One
Roni
Ifelthis weight settle over me, the warmth of his naked body. His morning wood, hard and eager between mylegs.
I was just barely waking up. My eyes weren’t even open yet and he was already pinning me down to the bed. The head of his cock nudged into me as he nuzzled into my neck and kissed my throat… gently. He was already starting to fuck me, and even though I didn’t usually let him get so damn snuggly while he did it, I lethim.
He knew if he snuck up on me while I was half-asleep, I’d lethim.
He filled me, deep, with a low, pleasured groan as he kissed my neck. I wrapped my legs lazily around his waist as his toned body slid against mine. His hips started pumping between my thighs,slowly.
I didn’t even bother opening myeyes.
Generally, my boyfriend knew what I liked in bed, and he usually tried to give it to me. Sometimes he tried to change things up, get a little more… gentle. To lukewarm reviews. But despite his best efforts, no matter how he came at it, I wasn’t totally thinking about my boyfriend when we were in bedanyway.
Actually, I wasn’t thinking about Taze at all. Other than to vaguely register the fact, somewhere in the back of my mind, that I wasn’t thinking abouthim.
Taze was blond, and I was definitely picturing someone a lot…darker.
Darker skin. Darker eyes. Darkerhair.
Darker general fucking aura, bymiles.
Unfortunately it had come to the point where, if I didn’t close my eyes during sex, my boyfriend’s sandy-blond hair was, frankly, a total and utter distraction. It jarred me from myfantasies.
Taze was also leaner than the man in my head, but he was strong and muscular enough that if my eyes were closed—or if it was at least very, very dark—I could maintain the illusion enough to reach orgasm.Quickly.
I’d never wanted to just get there so quickly as when I started totally disassociating myself from the person I was actually getting therewith.
Minor problem with that: Taze liked to do itforever.
With the lightson.
Therefore, eyesclosed.
He also liked to do it in the morning, like right now, when there weren’t any lights on but the sun was starting to pour in the windows. I didn’t love the morning sex. Daylight stripped the illusion away, made it harder, even with my eyes closed, to lose myself in myhead.
Plus, there was the guilt. I felt guilty for always closing my eyes. Especially when he asked me to open them, which he sometimesdid.
Hoping he wouldn’t, I made a sleepy, pleasured sound and bit his throat as I buried my face in his neck. He was pretty busy groaning filthy shit into my ear anyway… which was another problem with sex with Taze. I loved dirty talk.Loved. But with Taze, I actually had to mentally drown out his voice, because it sounded nothing like the one in myhead.
Hisvoice.
Thinking—obsessively, single-mindedly—about another man was pretty much what my sex life had been reduced to lately. Or for about the last tenmonths.
Basically, my entire relationship withTaze.
Maybe because right around the time I’d first hooked up with Taze, a certain dark horse from my past had reared its wicked head. And fuckedme.
Literally andfiguratively.
God, that fucking night… I was still having flashbacks ofit.
All. The.Time.
Even when I was just in bed bymyself.
Or when I was buying fuckinggroceries.
