Jude (A Cocky Cage Fighter Novel Book 2) (15 page)

Shoving his own shorts down, I gasp when Jude's hard cock practically slaps me in the face when it springs free. With one hand stroking his shaft, the other grips my ponytail.

"I can't wait to tell him I got his blowjob while he was sleeping," Jude says, pressing the tip of his cock to my lips. I wet them with a swipe of my tongue before I open wide for him. He pulls my head forward, filling my mouth with his smooth, velvety length. And I want all of him. I don't resist when he starts using both hands in my hair to guide my head toward each forceful pump of his hips. From the corner of my eye I see a flash of red on Jude’s wrist. He’s wearing the Strings of Fate bracelet I gave him for his birthday. The simple sight of it causes a ridiculous feeling of hope to swell in my chest before his words bring me back to the task at hand.

"That's right, take it all. Ah fuck that's good," he groans. "I want to beat your ass and fuck you until you can't walk after watching you cock tease all those bastards. And then seeing you on your goddamn knees for him...
FUCK!
" he shouts.

I moan around the fullness in my mouth and grab Jude's ass with both hands to pull him forward, showing him that I want him to take me, spank me, and fuck me hard. I've been so miserable without him that he can do anything he wants to me and I'll beg for more.

He thrusts deep one last time and presses my head forward. I swallow quickly as his warm, thick liquid pulses down my throat, his body shuddering with his shouted curse.

When he's finished Jude grabs my jaw to pull my mouth off of his cock, telling me gruffly, "Bend over the bed, legs spread, ass in the air for me."

Gasping for breath I get to my feet and do as he says, bracing my palms on the mattress, my feet shoulder width apart. He could've easily picked me up and put me into the same position, but he was giving me a choice, making sure I want this from him.

Even though I'm expecting it I still cry out with the first smack on my ass cheek. Then I shiver when Jude's fingertips penetrate my tight, drenched heat. I push my hips back, begging him for more. I want him to go deeper, harder, faster.

"Fuck you're wet," he groans before he slaps my right ass cheek again without removing his left hand from between my legs. When he starts circling my clit with his thumb my body begins to tremble. Three more slaps and I come on his hand, screaming his name.

I cry out in bliss when Jude thrusts his hard length into me from behind. He wraps an arm around my waist holding me still while he pounds into me, hard enough to make the bed squeak and the headboard bang against the wall.

"Oh God," I moan when Jude's hand slips between my legs again. His other hand squeezes my breast while he grunts against my ear with each pump of his hips.  

"Give it to me, Sadie. You
only
come for
me," he orders and my body convulses under his as if on command.

As I lay limp and momentarily relaxed under Jude's bodyweight I start worrying. Did he use a condom? Does this change anything between us? What now? He didn't even kiss me. I just sucked his cock, and then he spanked me and fucked me. That's not exactly a great sign.

"What the hell were you thinking coming in here with that filthy bastard?" Jude grumbles, startling me out of my questioning thoughts.

Lovely.

"Why do you care?" I ask.

"He's just using you, and you deserve better than that."

"I know that. I could care less about him," I reply.

"But then why..."

"I want you, you asshole, and you don't give a shit about me. Well, except when
someone else
tries to fuck me."

"Sadie...that's not true," he sighs and possibly kisses me between my shoulder blades. "I miss you."

He misses me? My heart skips a beat when he actually admits it.

"Then what's the problem?" I ask.

"The fight...training...I can't-"

"Can't what? Keep fucking me a few nights a week? Why not?"

"That's not fair to you," he says.  

"Who said I want anything more than fucking?" I ask, trying to sound ambivalent about dating and everything else I want with him but apparently can't have.

After several quiet seconds, Jude says, "So you're okay with just doing this? No strings?"

"Yeah."

"You're sure?"

"Uh-huh. Just...no kissing on the mouth, though. Isn't that what hookers say, you know, to make sure no feelings and shit get in the way?" I ask, channeling
Pretty Woman
. Having Jude physically is better than nothing at all. Besides, I'll be leaving for Durham in a few weeks, starting college.

"Okay," he says, lifting his body off of mine. He squeezes my ass cheek before lightly slapping it one last time for good measure.

"I'll see you tomorrow morning," he says, which I assume means he's ready to leave. "Pick you up around nine?"

"Sure," I say, pushing myself up into a sitting position on the edge of the mattress. I wince at the ache on the right side of my bottom and shift to distribute most of my weight to the left side. Jude's shorts are back on and his hand is on the door knob while he watches me. 

"Did you use a condom?" I ask.

"Yeah, the one you had on the bed for him," he says, clenching his jaw. "If you're fucking me, you’re not going to fuck anyone else."

"Fine," I agree. "As long as you agree to be monogamous too." 

"Don't worry. I don't have time to fuck anyone else even if I wanted to," he says before jerking the door open. "Morning, sunshine. You missed a helluva blowjob and an even better fuck," Jude tells Matt when he steps over him. "My handprint's on her ass now to remind you who she belongs to in case you forget. She sure as fuck won't."

Jude's proprietary words should offend me, but they don't. I want to be his.

I watch Matt sit up, rubbing a hand over his sore jaw.

"Tell her dad or anyone else about us and we'll tell them you got knocked the fuck out with your pants around your ankles," Jude warns him. "Then I'll make sure you never fight again unless it's in the women's league."

Jude's threat should do the trick to encourage Matt to keep his mouth shut. After Jude walks away, Matt doesn't say anything as he stands and pulls his shorts up. He looks at me for a second, still sitting naked on the bed, my hair coming loose from my ponytail. Then he walks away and I hear the front door open. For the first time.

Wait, where did Jude go?

Jude

It's official, I've lost my fucking mind.

As soon as Sadie and that asshole came inside I saw red and charged like a bull. Seconds was all it took me, and I was certain that it wouldn't be enough time for anything to happen. Then I found Sadie on her knees.

She looked so goddamn beautiful and...tempting, completely fucking naked, getting ready to suck his cock. The fucker.

Looking back...hell I know I was too rough with her. I was jealous, angry and horny, a lethal combination for a man that trains to knock people out. Now I'm worried I shoved my cock down her throat and fucked her too hard. And hitting her...
fuck
! I've never thought about touching a woman like that. In the moment, I couldn't help it. I wanted to punish her for hurting me. I needed her to have a reminder of being with me and
only
me every time she sits her ass down. It's wrong and makes me an even shitter person for getting so out of control.

After it all though, she agreed to keep fucking me. No strings attached fucking, or so we said. I'm so damn happy I could do backflips. Sadie agreed to fuck me and no one else. I can focus on fighting and not who she's fucking. Everything's looking up.

The front door opens and closes quickly, signaling the fucker's departure. Damn right. I'd sat my ass down at the kitchen table, waiting to make sure he got my message loud and clear. The bastard is so stupid I'm surprised he actually left without trying something.

I get up and head back outside to the party, knowing everyone can probably guess what just went down. I'm almost certain none of them will say anything to me, Sadie and hopefully not Coach, but I'm going to corner Alex so he and I can have words. If his hands go near her bikini bottoms again, I'll snap him in half.                                                                                

Before I can drink a bottle of water Alex, holding a red plastic cup, has the nerve to approach me.

"Not that I really care, but is Matt still alive?" he asks with a smirk.

"Barely. Are you calling next?" I ask straight to the point.

"Hell no," he answers quickly.

Both of our heads turn when the back door opens and Sadie walks out. Her tiny ass black string bikini is back on, covering only a few inches of her incredible tits and ass. I thought she might try and cover the marks, but nope, half of my red handprint remains on her right ass cheek.

Alex coughs, choking on his drink when she walks by us and dives into the pool. "Very subtle." He laughs. "Did you piss all over her bed, too?"

I'm smiling because, yeah, I might be a bastard for what I did, but at the same time, I'm feeling like a badass motherfucker again.

"No, I came all over it." I exaggerate just a little. "Touch her again and I'll break every body part that comes into contact with her flesh."                

"Duly noted," he says before wandering off.

In the pool, Sadie is laid out on a long float, sunbathing. And of course, every fucker here is watching her. Her eyes are closed, arms thrown over her head, a small smile on her face, pretending not to notice all the eyes on her. At least I know mine will be the only hands on her from now on.

…

It's easy for me to forget how young Sadie is, until she's with her friends. While I'd been looking forward to a seven hour drive alone with Sadie, and several pit-stops of filling her up with my cock, I hadn't bargained for Brayden. The girl has talked the entire fucking time.

About absolutely nothing.

Which doesn't really make sense, but it's the damn truth. I've tried to tune her out and focus on the road, weaving around all the horrible drivers in the Carolinas. On the way home I'm gonna slip Brayden some Benadryl or Nyquil to knock her the hell out.

The three of us are in my dad's SUV, since it has more room for passengers and the fifteen pieces of luggage two girls carry for a one week trip. I packed a single duffle bag.

Before we left Sadie's house, Coach gave me my instructions:

1. Keep the girls out of trouble and out of jail.

2. Don't let them get drunk or get tattoos.

3. Don't let them go home with any boys or have any guys sleepover.

4. Report back to him if any of the above occurs.

We make it to the condo before the other four roommates. That's right, Cassie and Lauren are sneaking their boyfriends in with them. Brayden unfortunately broke up with the jerk from prom last night, which means she'll probably be glued to Sadie's hip all week. That’s fine during the days. I'll be working out. But at night she'll be in my bed, not out at clubs drinking and dodging jackass frat boys with her bestie. If they insist, I'll tag along and then fuck Sadie once we get home.

The condominium is a nice, new looking place. It's a three story building on stilts across the road from the beach, which you can probably see from the balconies. There's a nice size in-ground pool and hot tub in the back, and a decent gym on the other side of the huge garage, which is awesome. There are four separate bedrooms, thank fuck, a decent size living room and kitchen, and three bathrooms, one in the master, one in the hall, and one between two of the bedrooms. I quickly steer Sadie into the master one, claiming it before anyone else can. It'll be nice not to have to get dressed every time we have to take a piss. Because I plan for us to be naked. Often.

The master bedroom also has its very own balcony, which is a bonus. We're on the third floor so it's a great view of the rolling dunes before the ocean tide. I still prefer the view inside.

For seven hours I had to sit beside a woman who's wearing a short ass cotton skirt and snug white tank top. It's a miracle we made it here without me wrecking and killing the three of us.

When I step back into the room Sadie's got her luggage I toted up three flights of stairs, in three separate trips between hers and Brayden, laid out on the bed. Since I count that as my cardio workout for the day, I'm ready to make use of the king size bed. The one with open bags and suitcases completely covering it while Sadie flitters around the room unpacking. In the corner of the room there's a big leather chair. And it's empty. That'll work.

After kicking off my shoes, I jerk my shirt over my head and start working on my belt and unbuttoning my jeans.

"What are you doing?" Sadie pauses from her unpacking to ask.

"Getting naked," I tell her, lowering my zipper and shucking my jeans, boxers, and socks in one move.                                                

"Oh," she says, blinking wide emerald eyes at me.

"You gonna join me?" I ask, stroking my aching shaft which she's currently fixated on.

"Um, well yeah. Whenever you want," she answers, making my cock swell and twitch enthusiastically.

I grab a condom from my wallet and roll it on while I watch Sadie undress. It doesn't take her long to get her few pieces of clothing off. I'm in front of her by the time her panties hit the floor, reaching for her hips to pull her against me. When my lips come down to hers she turns her head and I end up kissing her cheek. I cup the side of her face to turn it back towards me, but she resists and shakes her head.

"No kissing," she says softly.

I thought she'd been kidding about that shit yesterday, but she's fucking serious. She's not going to let me kiss her. I could make her, and I know she'd give in, but I'm not going to do that. Maybe she's right, and it'll help us remember that we're just fucking each other and nothing more. My chest aches at the thought because I want all of her, even though I can't have her.

So instead, I drop to my knees. "I can kiss you here, though, right?" I ask, using my tongue to part her thighs.

"Oh God," she moans, reaching for my shoulders to keep her balance. I'll take that as a
yes
.

I throw one of her legs over my shoulder for better access, then I grip her thighs and eat the fuck out of her. She's already wet when I thrust my tongue into her pussy. I've missed tasting her over the past week, so I get my fill now before finding her clit and using my tongue to work her into a frenzy. I know she's close when she holds my head against her because her hips can't meet my tongue fast enough. She's letting me know how she needs it, and I'm more than happy to give it to her.

It's all worth it when she cries out my name, sending that familiar chill down my spine before she convulses above me. I reach up to fill my hands with her titties while my tongue finishes her off because I can't resist them any longer. My mouth's going there next.

When the last of the tremors leave her body I'm back on my feet with a nipple in my mouth, arms around Sadie to hold her up when her body goes limp. My cock's throbbing so bad I need to sink in deep or risk permanent damage to my balls.

I carry Sadie over to the empty chair, spinning her, so her back is to my chest before I sit down. I hold her up with my arm locked around her waist while impaling her down on my hard length. She's still tight as fuck from her orgasm and feels incredible. It's almost more than I can take when she throws her legs over the outside of mine and, grabbing the armrests, starts bouncing up and down on my cock.

"Goddamn, Sadie," I groan, reaching around to caress her titties while she rides me within an inch of my life. "Don't you dare stop."

"
Oh
!!!" she screams when her body seizes up with another release, leaving me right on the edge. I grab her hips to hold her in place while I slam my cock up into her but it's not enough. I need to fuck her harder.

Picking her up, I stay sheathed in her as I guide us down, putting Sadie face first on the ground. Once my knees are braced, I can pound my cock into her the way it's begging for.

"Yes!" she yells, letting me know I'm not hurting her with the force of my thrusts. I reach underneath her and almost come when I realize
her
hand's between her legs. She's getting herself off.

I cover her hand with mine, increasing the pressure until she gives it up for me again. It's all she wrote for me as my cock jerks, finally filling the condom, making me wish I was in her without the latex layer between us. I ride the waves of bliss to the very end, milking it for all it's worth, already thinking about the next time.

I shift Sadie's hair off her shoulder and kiss her neck, then down her back, until she shivers. When I push myself off of her I notice there are still marks on her ass from how hard I hit her last night. I lean down and kiss them softly, running my tongue around the print of my hand.

"I'm sorry I hurt you last night," I tell her.

"I let you," she replies quietly.

"Yeah, but I lost control. I didn't mean to hit you so hard...I was just so pissed and jealous."

"I liked it at the time. It's been sore riding all day, though."

"Shit. I'm an idiot, Sadie. I won't ever do that to you again."

"What if I want you to?" she asks. "I like seeing you out of control and marking me as yours. That's why I didn't care who saw it yesterday. I wanted them to know too."

Hell, I like hearing that a lot. Too much.

"But what if someone says something to your dad? He trusts me with you."

"They won't. Alex said they're all scared of you."

"What?" I ask in surprise. "Scared of
me
?" Everyone’s always been scared of Jax, but now they’re scared of me?

"Uh-huh. He said Matt was the only one that wasn't, but that he’s an idiot."

"That's the fucking truth."

"Alex is the one who told me to take Matt inside because he knew you'd stop us."

"Wait, what?" I ask, letting her words sink into my blissed out, hazy mind. "You set me up? But what if I
hadn't
come inside and stopped you?"

"I would've fucked him," she says simply, making me bite down on my cheek in anger at the mere thought. "But I was hoping you wouldn't let me. That's why I left the door open."

"Holy shit! You little manipulator. And Alex wasn't hitting on you?"

"No, he was telling me that you were having a shitty week at the gym and he thought it was because of me."

"It was because of you,” I admit. “But I saw his fucking hand go down your bottoms."

"Whose hand? Alex's?"

"How many hands were in your bottoms?" I ask in a huff.

"He put the ice down them to retaliate for me doing it to him. That's all."

"Huh. Well, glad you told me, so I won't kick his ass the next time we train together."

"Yeah, you don't have to worry about him or anyone else."

"Good," I reply. "So I guess I should let you up now."

"Okay."

"I'm gonna go grab some groceries for my protein shakes and shit. You want me to pick up anything for you? Something I can make for breakfast or dinner?" I ask her.

"Um, not really. Oh, but some
Reese’s
would be awesome right now!" she says excitedly.

"Is that your
after sex
snack?" I ask, climbing off of her and getting to my feet.