Page 98 of Dirty Like Jude
“You’re not gettin’ that dick in your mouth,V.”
“What?” I laughed. “Why?”
“Because I don’t trust your ass. You’re gonna do that shit you do with your tongue and make me lose it and then you’re gonna bounce my ass outtahere.”
“And why would I do that? What’s in it forme?”
“Dunno. Fucked up sense ofpower?”
“Aw. Jude. Did I suck out all your power? You want itback?”
I stood up in front of him and undid my jeans, watching his eyes turn into two dark pools of lust as I did it. I shimmied them off, peeled off my thong, and straddled him again. While I did that, he dug a condom out of his jacket and took out his cock. He worked his jeans down just enough, rolled the condom on, and I was onhim.
I took him slow, looking in his dark eyes, watching the way they changed when he slid intome.
I angled my hips and rode him, slowly, until he was all the way in and it felt so… fucking…good.
Then I just kept fucking him—however fast or slow I wanted. However Iwanted.
He slipped my strapless top and bra down to my waist and palmed my breasts, feeding one and then the other into his mouth. He sucked on me and ran his hands up and down my back, until I couldn’t take his gentle touch anymore and I suddenly came, my whole body spasming as he wrapped his arms aroundme.
“Yeah…fuck,” he groaned. “So beautiful,babe…”
He held me tight against his body, his arms pressing my hips down against him as he joined me in ecstasy. I wrapped my arms around his neck. And as we came in each other’s arms, kissing and slowly rocking together, I had no idea who had thepower.
Both of us? Me?Him?
Noone?
I did notcare.
For the first time since I’d started fucking him—again—I just didn’t fuckingcare.
Chapter Sixteen
Jude
It was a Monday,a week after Dirty finished recording the new album. They’d spend the rest of December doing some promo for the album—photo shoots, interviews and a few scheduled appearances—but other than that, they’d be in rehearsals for thetour.
Today, we were filming the video for the first lead single off the album—the title track, “To Hell & Back”—which would be released in early January, right before the tourbegan.
One of Dirty’s all-time favorite directors, Liv Malone, was directing the video. Dylan’s girlfriend, Amber, who was a photographer—and Liv’s sister—was shooting stills, backstage and whatnot. Elle’s little sister, Angie, was hanging out, painting Elle’s nails. Zane’s grandma, Dolly, was backstage. Katie’s sister’s coffee bar, Nudge, had provided thecoffee.
And so, like most Dirty projects, it had become kind of a familyaffair.
But we were also shooting in a giant sound stage with a ton of people in attendance, which meant security was tight and I had a large crew to manage. It was a “concert” shoot, with a staged concert, and the film crew had built an entire “church” interior for it—a homage to the church that was the band’s sacred rehearsal space, the location of which we’d never make public in order to film a video shootthere.
Lucky for me, the “concert” shoot came complete with an audience of superfans—and all the BS that came right along withthat.
Like overenthusiastic fangirls angling to meet the band, thinking if they just shoved their tits in my face, I’d give them access to Zane Traynor’slap.
Thatbullshit.
The ones who thought they were classy because they wanted to meet Seth or Dylan and were above trying to meet Jesse or Zane; those were my favorites. Saw them coming a mile away. The more elaborate the story, usually, the more bullshit itwas.
I’m a songwriter and I just really want to meet Seth so I can tell him how much he’s inspiredme.
Sure you are, sweetheart. That’s why your tits are falling out of yourshirt.
