JUDE
"Yeah?"
"I would get on top of you," he leans an inch and nuzzles his nose with mine. It's not cute, it's not innocent... I feel very goddamn thing. I close my eyes and take what he is giving me greedily, holding my breath for the next thing. "I would pin your hands down, make sure you can't touch yourself. You know why, Jude?"
"Why?"
"Because I want you wrecked. I fucking love it when you are just a mess. You start whining and begging me to touch you."
"I don't whine."
"Yes, you do, and it's the sexiest fucking thing. I think about it sometimes when I am jacking off … or when I am in the booth, singing about sex. I think about it when I dance …"
"You do?"
"mhhmm. I think about how you say my name, all whinny and desperate. Especially when I rub your little sweet spot with my cock, when you are about to come," fingers squeeze my ass. "I think about your hips, your thighs … your pretty mouth …and this little cute ass."
Oh god.
