I run my tongue along her skin. “Freya,” I ask again, “what do you say if you want me to stop?” I pull back till I get her answer.
“Red,” she says, her breaths choppy.
“Good girl.” I undo the button and draw down the zip before hooking my fingers around the tops of her jeans and panties. I tap her back with two fingers. “Hips up, Angel.”
She does as I say, and I pull her pants down, baring her to me. My mouth waters at the sight. Fine ginger curls, damp with her arousal frame the prettiest shade of pink I’ve ever seen.
Freya squirms under my scrutiny and I reach under her shirt to pinch her nipple. “Stay still,” I scold.
“Son of a –”
I squeeze a little harder. “What was that?”
Freya glowers down at me but she doesn’t finish her sentence.
“That’s it, you just sit back and let me play.” I run a knuckle along her slit, reveling in the wetness I find there. “Is this all for me, Angel, or did fighting with Eli turn you on?” She stills beneath me, and I curse myself for bringing up Eli’s name but when I look up a deep blush colors her skin all the way down to her collarbones.Interesting.I press the pad of my thumb against her clit and a soft moan slips from her lips. “It’s all right, you don’t have to answer, it’s better for my ego if I assume all of this is for me.”
I dip my head and drag my tongue from the bottom of her pussy to her clit.
Freya moans louder and bucks beneath me. “Jude,” she whines.
I hook my arms under her legs and lift her core towards my face. “I told you,” I murmur, grazing my teeth against her clit, “to stay still.”
With her hands cuffed behind her back and me holding her hips in the air, Freya doesn’t have much of a choice but to do as she’s told. I’m starting to see why River likes the cuffs so much. I dive back in, devouring Freya’s pussy like it’s my favorite dessert, sweet and creamy against my tongue.
I hold her still as she squirms and whimpers while I fuck her with my mouth. I can feel her getting close, so I let go of her leg and slide one, then two fingers into her tight pussy, curling them till I find the spot that makes her scream.
“Jude, please. I need, I–”
I know what she needs. I move my fingers faster and suck hard on her clit till Freya throws back her head, her pussy clenching around my fingers as she comes apart in my arms.
I drink her up, my cock throbbing in my pants.
My phone buzzes in my pocket but I ignore it. I press a kiss to Freya’s stomach as she comes down from her high. “Back in a sec,” I whisper.
Her eyes flutter in acknowledgment.
I duck into my ensuite and run a washcloth under warm water. When I come back to clean her up, she’s still catching her breath, splayed across the chair with loose limbs and a dazed look in her eyes.I smile to myself and drop to my knees again.
I’m just pulling her panties back up when someone pounds on my door.
“Get your ass out of there, Jude and bring Freya,” River calls, “They’ve found another body.”
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Freya
I DO NOT have the headspace right now to see a dead body.
All the tension Jude managed to melt away with that talented tongue of his has come back with a vengeance. I need time to process, to go home and maybe call Luke so I can talk to someone about what the hell I’m feeling.
I’ve had sex before but what happened with Jude was different. It was more than just a release, and I can’t get it out of my head. The way his hands held me steady, the soft brush of his afro against my thighs, how he took charge while still making utterly sure I was okay the whole time.
He catches my eye in the rear-view mirror and I look away. There’s too much depth to his gaze. If I let myself, I could get lost inside of Jude, but I need to be stronger than that. I’m not one of the team. I’m an asset to them and if Eli has anything to say about it, I won’t even be that for long.
I rest my head back against the seat. If thinking about Jude is complicated, thinking about Eli might just break me. I hate that he called me a murderer. I hate that part of me thinks he’s right. I hate that I have never been more turned on than I was with his hand around my neck.
He and Oz took a separate car so at least I don’t have to deal with being in an enclosed space with him.
