"Sure." Cadence grinned more widely this time, which made the women glare at her. "Of course. Love his songs."
She caught Sylvia trying to peer over Cadence's shoulder, and she backed further into the room, closing the door as she spoke.
"Good luck finding him, ladies."
"Wait!"
Cadence ignored the cry and made sure to double lock and dead-bolt the door. With an exaggerated sigh of relief, she pretended to wipe her brow. Jude didn't laugh.
"They're out there."
Cadence nodded. "Yep."
Jude grimaced. "I'm trapped."
"You could sneak out the way you got in," Cadence pointed to the tray. "Or..."
"Or?"
She took a giant leap. "Or you could stay here for a few hours until they give up and go away."
"Really? A few hours?"
What she was offering suddenly scared her, and Cadence turned away, tried to make her voice sound casual. "Sure."
She sensed him behind her, though he didn't touch her. "They're pretty persistent. They could be there until morning."
"That's okay."
"What do you think we could do to pass the time?"
His breath tickled the back of her neck. Her nipples perked, and the button between her legs gave a quick, sharp pulse. Her breath hissed out in infinitesimal gusts.
Nothing ventured, nothing gained. She turned to look at him. "I think we could think of something, don't you?"
He nodded slowly, moved closer even more slowly. "Where would you like to start?"
Cadence licked her lips and the way his eyes followed the movement of her tongue made her clit beat harder. "I've never stayed at La Fleur before, but I've heard the bathrooms are amazing."
Jude tilted his head in a way starting to become familiar. He jerked his chin toward the bathroom door. "You've heard right. Want to check it out?"
In reply, Cadence went to the door and opened it. She'd been expecting luxury to match the room. What she saw made her gasp out loud.
What greeted her was nothing short of magnificent decadence. Every single fixture, tile, and appliance in the room had been designed and placed for the sole purpose of providing sensual delight.
The bathtub could fit two adults comfortably with no more than the pleasantest tangling of knees. A centrally placed faucet meant each occupant could relax against the tub's sleek marble sides. Plush rolled towels and green, trailing plants decorated the tub's tiled surround. Bottles of shampoo and soap nestled into charming baskets set anywhere a person could conceivably need to find one.
The toilet snuggled in a small alcove, with a matching bidet beside it. More towels and plants created ample privacy.
What had made Cadence's mouth drop open, however, was the shower. Set off from the tub by a raised tile bench, the curving shower had been constructed of glass bricks and custom-carved tile. The shower wall spiraled inward, creating an intimate space. Jets lined the curved walls, and a massive sunflower shower head jutted down directly from the ceiling.
"Fog spray? Rain shower? This is incredible!" Cadence looked around the bathroom. "Amazing!"
Jude chuckled. "One of the reasons I love staying at La Fleur. I don't even have one of these at home."
"Let's try it out," said Cadence on impulse. She reached in and twisted the handle. Hot water sprayed in all directions and she ducked back, laughing.
"Together?"
Cadence dried her hand on her robe, then loosed the tie at her waist. "Jude, I think it's a little late to pretend coyness, don't you?"
He nodded, eyes lighting as she opened the robe and let him glimpse her nakedness beneath. "I guess you're right. But..."
"But what?"
He gave her a look of naked honesty. "I know you probably think I'm some sort of stud. A player. I know what the rags print about me."
"I know better than to believe the stuff in those magazines."
"I had my crazy days, but they're over."
"I understand." Cadence chewed her lower lip for a moment. "This is not my normal practice either. In fact, I'm having a little bit of trouble deciding if I'm being too scary forward, or if I'm just being a huge slut."
Jude looked surprised. "No way!"
She laughed. "I told you I've never done this. I don't know what's gotten into me." She looked down at his groin. "Or maybe I do. Anyway, I can't help feeling like this is some sort of movie, or maybe a music video. Everything happened so fast, but it all felt so right. I guess what I'm trying to say is, you can't leave until morning. The way we met is unorthodox, sure. But maybe it's fate, or karma, or Hollywood voodoo."
"You're saying let's see where it takes us?"
He'd become wreathed in steam, but Cadence didn't miss the twinkle in his eyes. "Just for tonight," she sang, off-key but not even embarrassed. "Let me love you right."
"Two times, baby," Jude picked up the tune. "Once for what is and once for what might be."
"It's a good song," Cadence whispered as he moved closer.
"Thanks. I wrote it."
Promise and mystery filled his kiss, making her tilt her head to part her lips beneath his. Jude's hand slid around the back of her neck to tangle in her hair. Cadence went on her tiptoes, her arms around his shoulders.
Jude broke the kiss, then brushed his lips on her cheek and nibbled on her ear. "That shower looks like way too much fun to use alone."
Taking that as an invitation, Cadence slipped the robe from her shoulders and stepped into the curving glass spiral. The spray hit her from all sides, enveloping her in a multitude of sensations.
"Smells good, too," she murmured and pushed her sodden hair off her face. "Aromatherapy?"
"I wouldn't be surprised." Jude slid in beside her.
The vast shower became immediately smaller, but Cadence didn't mind. The close quarters meant lots of opportunities for skin sliding on skin, elbows rubbing, thighs touching.
"You're huge," she said.
Jude laughed. "Wow. Thank you."
She slid her hand along his belly, and her knuckles brushed his erection, but she didn't grasp it. "I meant tall. You don't seem so big on television."
He towered over her, his shoulders broad, arms and legs tight with lean muscle, belly carved into an eight-pack. Though Cadence hadn't paid much attention to Jude Camron before today, seeing him in the flesh--literally--was a much different picture than the one painted in magazines and videos where he strutted in leather and played loud, hard rock. She remembered he'd been part of a nondescript boy-band before breaking into a solo career. Obviously, a lot had changed since his days of singing a cappella ballads with StarOne.
She traced the tattoo inked onto his chest. A stylized heart clasped in two hands, an intricate crown set on top. Celtic knotwork surrounded the entire design.
"It's a claddagh," Jude explained as her fingers moved across the colors. "Loyalty, Friendship, Love."
"Very nice." Cadence shifted to let the spray pound on another section of her back.
Jude put his hand on her shoulders, then slid them down to cup her biceps and pull her in close for another kiss. No wonder he has a reputation, Cadence thought. The man kissed like a dream come true.
His tongue parted her lips and swept inside. The sensation echoed in her clit. A moment later, his finger stroked her there, eliciting a moan from her.
"I know something these water jets are good for," Jude said.
Cadence opened her eyes. "Really? Should I ask how you know?"
"Maybe it would be more fun if I proved it to you."
Without waiting for an answer, he turned her toward the wall and pushed her hands up on either side of her body. The tiles, warm and slick under her fingers, gave her little to grasp, but Cadence did her best. She had to because, in the next instant, what he did with the water made her need to hold on to something.
She gasped as Jude fiddled with the stream until it shot directly upward to her clit. The gushing water splashed and tickled, teasing her.
When he'd adjusted it to his satisfaction, he moved behind her and put his hands on her hips. His cock nudged her buttocks, but he didn't push it against her. Instead, Jude began to move her hips against the jetting water.
At first the sensation was too much, too harsh, and she yelped. He moved her back a little. Cadence relaxed against him, letting him take the lead. The soft lighting and hush of the water all around them made her feel cocooned. She closed her eyes and gave herself up to the ecstasy.
Jude moved her hips in small circles, each revolution bringing her clit hard against the spray, then taking it back to lessen the pressure. The constant shift in pressure had her thighs trembling in moments, though it could have been hours for all she knew. Time had taken a sideways slip.
"Are you all right?"
His low murmur sent shivers down her spine. Cadence managed a nod.
"Are you going to come?"
She'd never been with a man who asked. Sure, other lovers had cared, but most had relied on pride and determination to figure out if they were getting her off. Nobody had ever just...asked.
She turned her face to the side. Water from overhead cascaded over her eyes, so she couldn't open them to see his face, but she could reply, "Yes."
And then she did. Like fireworks, her orgasm shuddered through her. Pulsing spasms of pure pleasure began in the tight bead of her clit, but spread so quickly to the rest of her body she felt infused with them.
Jude's hands held her steady when her buckling knees would have let her fall. His kisses smoothed along the back of her neck and her shoulders. One hand left her hip to cradle her pussy, his palm protecting her from the force of the water that now would have been too strong on her over-sensitized button.
That, too, was something no other lover had understood. How to ease off after she came instead of abandoning her immediately, or worse, bludgeoning her with further stimulation. Jude did it as he'd done everything else so far: just right.
At some point he'd made the water temperature cooler, too, to keep them from overheating. Either that, or they were using all the hot water. Cadence chuckled and turned into the circle of Jude's embrace.
"Wow," she said.
His hands cupped her ass and he kissed her. "I could feel your orgasm in every part of your body."
"That's because it was in every part of my body," she replied with a sigh. "Like I said. Wow!"
She pushed her belly further against his cock, long and throbbing. "I'm not so sure the jets will do the same for you, but I think I can come up with something else."
She turned off the water and took him by the hand. He followed without hesitation. Water dripped from his dark hair, and he shoved it off his face.
"Sit." Cadence pointed at the soft vanity seat. Unlike many vanity chairs, this one had a high back. He wouldn't need to worry about falling off backward.
Jude sat, and Cadence marveled again at the length of his legs. He had a wealthy man's tan, all-over color with no bathing suit lines. The hair under his arms and on his chest, belly and legs, was a bit lighter than that on his head. Sun-touched. The deep brown glinted with hints of gold in the bathroom vanity's flattering, soft lighting.
Cadence scooped up a pile of the thick towels and spread a couple on the floor at Jude's feet. Sore knees would ruin the mood. She positioned herself between his legs, that luscious cock just inches from her mouth. She took a quick peek at Jude's face. He reached to stroke her cheek, then let his thumb slide along her lips to dip inside for a second. She sucked his thumb softly, making him moan, then released him and moved again toward his erection.
Cadence didn't understand women who bitched about blowjobs. Of all the ways a couple could fuck, fellatio was really the only one in which the man could totally receive. Sure, most guys were easy to get off that way, but Cadence took pride in a job not only well-done, but performed with enthusiasm.
Jude muttered something she couldn't catch when she slid her mouth the entire length of his shaft. She cupped his balls, stroking them in time to the rhythm of her sucking.
She relaxed her throat, straightened up on her knees, and went down again. This time, her lips kissed the base of his prick. His belly hair, the delightful line of fur she called "the happy trail" tickled her nose. She inhaled his warm, clean and fully masculine scent, and her nipples perked up. Her clit twinged. She wasn't ready for another orgasm, which meant she could concentrate on Jude without distraction, but the smell and taste of him was turning her on, no question.
"Cadence," she heard him murmur. His hand found the top of her head, but he didn't push or pull her, just let her find and keep her own pace. "Damn, it's perfect, isn't it?"
Because he was a musician, she understood what he meant. Her smile made it difficult to keep the suction. Her teeth scraped the head of his penis when she withdrew, but Jude didn't complain. He drew in a hiss of breath and pumped his hips upward in response.
Ahh. Now she had a clue. He liked it a little bit rough. Cadence went down on him again, and this time dug her fingernails into the soft flesh of his inner thigh. Not hard enough to leave a mark. She wasn't a sadist. Just hard enough to make him squirm and buck and mutter something that sounded suspiciously like a curse. Jude didn't draw back.
His cock became an iron rod in her mouth. Sweet-salty fluid glistened on the head when she pulled away for a moment to give her jaw a rest. She licked it away, ran her tongue around the rim, flicked it lightly along the length of his shaft, then ducked her head low to lick his balls. They pulsed under her lips.
He was close. She recognized the signs. Now was when giving head became interesting. Teasing made for better orgasms, and the longer she could taunt him, the more turned on she'd get, until sometimes she could come when her partner did, just by sucking.
Jude leaned against the chair's high back, head tipped so she could see the line of his throat work as he swallowed a moan. His hands gripped the chair's sides. She took a peek down at his toes. Curled. Nipples, tight. Oh, yes. He was close.
"Wait."
Wait? She'd never heard that before. Cadence took a deep breath and slid her mouth away from him.
"Jude?"
He licked his lips. "I want to come inside you again."
His words, seemingly so simple, sent a bolt of intense arousal straight to her core. For a moment, Cadence couldn't even speak. Her cunt twitched and she peeped a reply. Damn, this man was sexy. He not only knew exactly where and how to touch her, he knew exactly how to talk to her, too.
"I'm so close," Jude continued, eyes gleaming. "But I want to feel you come on me again."
She shuddered as he spoke, the image his words created almost as good as the action itself. "Yes."
His eyes flicked toward the bedroom. "A minute will give me enough time to ease off enough for you to catch up."
His grin sent a spiral of desire twisting in her belly, and Cadence got up. She kissed him, whispering against his mouth. "I'll only take a minute then."
She wasn't sure her sex-jellied legs would carry her into the other room, but they did. In a minute she was back, silver foil clutched in her hand, and in another few seconds, she'd sheathed him first with latex, then with her skin.
Cadence settled onto Jude's lap, his hands cupping her ass. He snugged her closer, so her clit pressed right against his belly, and he moved inside her just enough to tease the button.
She was wet for him, but Cadence wasn't sure she actually could come again. "I'm having a bit of performance anxiety."
He licked her chin and nibbled her jaw before looking into her eyes. "Just sit there for a minute. Let me get a little more control."
He throbbed inside her, but didn't thrust. As he'd done in the shower, Jude put his hands on her hips and rocked her gently. Back and forth, not up and down, so her clit rubbed on his belly, but his cock stayed firmly planted inside her.
"I want you to come again," Jude whispered.
From another man it might have sounded like a challenge or a demand, but
from Jude's lips, the words became a caress. An invitation. Instead of freezing up, like she might otherwise have done, Cadence felt her body open to his suggestion. It took the leap from that-feels-nice to ooh-that-feels-great! in a moment.
"I didn't think--" she began. His kiss stopped her.
"Come with me," Jude urged.
His hand slid between them. His thumb caressed her clit. His hips shifted and his hand moved to her ass to lift her as he thrust. The muscles in his arms and chest worked as he fucked her faster, as he got closer to coming, and Cadence was right there with him.
Sex talk had always sounded funny to her. Incoherent mumblings and groans, words and sounds, names and phrases. Cadence didn't care how she sounded. His name burst from her, and he gasped as he answered with hers. She cried out, rising on the wave of her orgasm, and Jude joined her. Together they tumbled over the edge.