Alluring Turmoil by Skye Turner Read Free Book Online Page B

we’re too chicken to attempt.
    My pulse gets even more erratic and my panties are so wet they’re uncomfortable.
    He stalks across the kitchen until he’s right in front of me. His body is pressed to mine. His legs to my legs. Our eyes never break contact. His rigid member is pressed intimately against my stomach, my breasts are near his abs and I know he can feel the points of my beaded nipples stabbing him.
    With a soft, tortured groan, his gaze leaves my eyes and moves to my mouth. I lick my lips in anticipation and watch him take a shaky breath. When he breathes, it presses him more deeply against me and it’s as if a switch is flipped. We reach for each other at the same time. Grabbing his neck, I pull his head down, knocking his cap and sunglasses to the floor, as he grabs my waist and lifts me up. Our lips find each other and it’s as if a bomb goes off. His tongue sweeps past my lips, and our tongues war with each other as our teeth clash. There is no gentleness here. It’s as if we want to consume each other. His hands roam my ass, squeezing my cheeks, and my legs lock around his waist, keeping his rigid length exactly where I want it. He throws his arm back and clears the counter behind me and lays me back, before he settles firmly between my thighs.
    I’m in heaven. He grinds against me and I’m so wet, I know he can feel it through his jeans. My hands grab fistfuls of his shirt and I use them and my legs to find his skin. My hands are all over him. In his hair, on his chest. I drag my nails over his back as our tongues and teeth duel. His hands leave my ass and push up my skirt; his fingers rub back and forth over the wetness covering my pussy. It’s clenching and all I want is for him to touch me. My clit is so swollen and ready. It’s throbbing.
    His fingers push roughly through the lace of my panties. He tears the delicate fabric as if it’s tissue paper and enters my moist channel. I groan and thrust against his hand. My hands leave his back and go to his belt buckle. His tongue in my mouth matches the thrusting of his fingers into my pussy. Harder and harder he thrusts, adding another finger as he does so.
    I’m finally able to get his belt buckle and the clasp of his jeans open and I reach in and wrap my hand around his pulsing cock. I start to move up and down, circling it, tightening and loosening my hold as I move.
    Both of us are groaning now and I move my mouth down to the stubble on his chin and nip him with my teeth over and over.
    I’m so close to coming and Jude is thrusting into my warm hand at the same rhythm as he’s fucking my tight pussy with his fingers. I can feel him swelling and tightening, so I know he’s close too.
    I lean back as far as I can to allow him to plunge deeper, knowing any second he’ll hit my sweet spot and I’ll combust, all the while I continue to stroke his cock.
    The hand that isn’t inside of me grabs my shirt and lifts it up, baring my bra to his eyes. He uses his teeth to pull it up so that my breasts are exposed to his hungry gaze and mouth. He bites, licks, and sucks my nipples until it’s almost painful.
    We’re so close. So close.
    We don’t hear the kitchen door swing open, so we continue our frenzied loving on the kitchen counter. At that second, Jude hits my ‘G’ spot and I scream out with my orgasm, my eyes rolling back into my head, as I bite him hard on the shoulder, and cum all over his hand. My release sets him off and he ejaculates all over my hand, groaning my name. His knees start to buckle with his release.
    I lie back on the counter and drop my arms to my sides, trying to catch my breath. He grabs onto the counter to keep from falling down.
    As my head lolls to the side, I look at the doors and see a white faced Erik just staring at both of us with his mouth hanging open.
    Jude follows my gaze and tenses as he turns around.
    I attempt to hastily sit up, but my body is spent, so all I can do is roll clumsily to the side.
    Jude