Summary: You’re Real Madrid’s secretary, and after a long, exhausting season, the boys decide to go on vacation together. Naturally, they invite you along too. After all you’re their hot, attractive, sexy, cute, pretty, gorgeous secretary (the list could honestly go on forever) But what they don’t know is that you and Jude Bellingham might have had a few little fling behind closed doors. And now that you’re all going on vacation together keeping whatever happened between you two a secret might be harder than you thought.
Warnings: Smut, dom!Jude, Pet names, friends with benefits, body worship, oral m and f receiving, Jude obsessing on you when you’re wearing a bikini, secret relationship, having to survive around others when Judes fingers you.
Pairings: Jude Bellingham x f!reader
"COME WITH US IT’LL be fun!" they'd said. Fun, I scoffed to myself adjusting my sunglasses as I lounged on the deck of the yacht. If fun means relaxing on a yacht, sunbathing, and watching muscular men in a jacuzzi, they're right. The warm Mediterranean breeze carried laughter from below deck where most of the team was gathered, completely oblivious to the tension radiating between me and Jude. I could feel his eyes on me from across the deck as he emerged from the cabin, shirtless with droplets of water glistening on his chest. "You enjoying the view?" Jude murmured his voice low as he settled beside me, close enough that our shoulders almost touched. His smirk told me he wasn't just talking about the crystal-clear waters of the Italian coastline. "Something like that," I replied, keeping my voice steady despite the flutter in my stomach.
My gaze slowly traveled down the length of him from the sharp line of his jaw, over the defined muscles of his chest and abdomen, to the low-slung swim trunks that left little to the imagination. I mentally thanked myself for the dark lenses of my sunglasses hoping they were doing their job and masking the blatant appreciation in my eyes. It was one thing to have seen him like this before, but it was entirely different here, under the bright Mediterranean sun with his teammates just feet away A small, knowing smirk played on Jude's lips, and I had a sinking feeling he knew exactly where my attention was. He shifted slightly, a casual movement that somehow managed to make every muscle stand out even more, as if he were putting on a show just for me.
"Like what you see?" he murmured his voice a low rumble that was meant for my ears only. I felt a blush creep up my neck and was grateful for the heat of the sun to blame it on. "You….lot really don't skip leg day, do you? I replied coolly, trying to sound unaffected. He chuckled, a deep, warm sound that vibrated through me. "You'd know, wouldn't you?" he shot back, his eyes sparkling with mischief. I rolled my eyes, a gesture he couldn't see but definitely knew I did. It was useless anyway; Jude always knew exactly what I was thinking. He shifted, his knee pressing deliberately against mine, the contact sending a jolt through me that had nothing to do with the sun's heat. Then his hand found my waist his fingers curling around my side. The contrast of his cool skin against my sun-warmed flesh made me shiver, a betraying little tremor that I hoped he mistook for a reaction to the breeze. His thumb began to stroke slow deliberate circles against the sensitive skin there.
"Jude." My voice comes out as a whisper thin and breathless barely audible over the lapping waves. "Not here." He doesn't pull back. If anything, he closes the distance his body angling toward mine like he can't help himself. His face finds the hollow of my neck, his stubble grazing my overheated skin, and then his mouth is there hot and open, pressing slow, deliberate kisses against my pulse point that make my breath hitch. "You're so fucking gorgeous, baby," he murmurs into my skin the words vibrating against my throat. His hand slides from my waist palm flattening as it traces a path lower settling against the small of my back and pulling me infinitesimally closer. "How am I supposed to keep my hands off you?"
I was still catching my breath, my skin still burning where his mouth had been, when the sound of feet against wood snapped us both back to reality. Jude moved with frustrating ease, shifting away from me in one fluid motion, leaving nothing but cool air where his heat had been. "Yo." Trent appeared at the railing, oblivious, his hair still wet from the jacuzzi. "Captain says we can hit the sauna. Some of the lads are already inside." I sat up straighter, running a hand through my hair, praying my cheeks would cool before anyone noticed the flush spreading across my chest. "Sounds good," I managed, my voice steadier than I felt.
Jude stood, offering me his hand. When I took it, his thumb traced a quick, secret circle against my palm before releasing me. "After you," he said, gesturing toward the stairs down to the lower deck his expression perfectly innocent. But his eyes held mine a beat too long, dark with something that made my stomach flip. Jude shirtless and sweating, just feet away in the small wooden room while his teammates lounged around us, unaware. Just great.
I descended the narrow staircase behind Trent, each step deliberate, hyperaware of the sway of my hips in the afternoon heat. The bikini I'd chosen this morning suddenly felt like a deliberate choice the fabric had ridden up, settling deep between my cheeks leaving little to the imagination and everything exposed to the wrong pair of eyes. Or maybe the right ones. I didn't need to turn around to know Jude was watching. I could feel his gaze like a physical touch, burning a trail down my spine, lingering on the curve of my ass with unapologetic hunger. The thought of him staring at the thin strip of material disappearing between my cheeks sent a fresh wave of heat through me that had nothing to do with the sun.
"Careful," Jude's voice rumbled from behind me, closer than I expected. His hand brushed the small of my back as we reached the bottom step steadying me though I hadn't stumbled. His fingers lingered, then dropped lower, tracing the edge of my bikini bottom where it cut across my hip. "Wouldn't want you to fall." I shot him a look over my shoulder, meeting those dark eyes that held no innocence whatsoever. "I'm sure you wouldn't."
The moment I stepped inside, the heat hit me like a wall thick, humid, and saturated with the scent of cedar and testosterone. The sauna was larger than I'd expected, a spacious cedar-lined room with tiered benches, but it felt smaller with six half-naked men packed into the steamy space. Their laughter and conversation echoed off the wooden walls, bodies glistening with sweat towels slung low on hips. Maybe I am living a perfect life I thought, settling onto the middle bench. The wood was warm against the backs of my thighs, and I could already feel sweat beading along my hairline, trickling down my spine.
Of course, Jude didn't sit across from me. He didn't even sit a polite distance away. He dropped onto the bench beside me, his thigh pressing firmly against mine, his shoulder brushing mine with every breath. I turned my head, meeting his eyes through the swirling steam. "It's hot in here, you know." He looked down at me his expression infuriatingly innocent, though his eyes were anything but. "Oh really? I hadn't noticed." "You're way too close, Jude." I kept my voice low, aware of the others just feet away. He leaned in his mouth hovering near my ear, his voice dropping to a whisper that sent shivers racing down my spine despite the suffocating heat. "You've never complained about that before, baby."
I shifted along the bench, sliding a few inches toward the wall, wood warm and slick beneath my thighs. Space. I needed space to breathe, to think, to remember why letting Jude consume me in a room full of his teammates was a spectacularly bad idea. But Jude being Jude, he didn't let me have it. The moment I moved, he moved sliding after me with predatory grace, closing the gap until his hip pressed flush against mine, until I could feel the furnace heat radiating off his bare skin. There was nowhere left to go; my shoulder blades hit the cedar wall, trapping me between the wood and the solid wall of him. "Jude," I warned my voice barely audible over the hiss of steam. "What?" He blinked at me, all innocence, though the smirk tugging at his mouth betrayed him. His arm stretched along the bench behind me caging me in without technically touching. "Just getting comfortable." I was burning up, and it had nothing to do with the sauna.
I could feel every scorching inch of him, the heat of his skin bleeding into mine where our thighs touched, our shoulders pressed. The cedar wall was rough against my back, unyielding, while Jude was all coiled muscle and liquid warmth in front of me. Steam swirled between us, condensing on his lashes, his upper lip, making him look like he'd just stepped out of the sea. "You're playing with fire," I murmured, my eyes darting to the others. Trent was laughing with two of the guys on the upper bench, completely absorbed in some story about a match last season. The others had their eyes closed, heads tipped back, lost in the heat. His hand dropped from the bench behind me, finding my knee instead. His palm was broad, slightly calloused, and unbearably hot as it slid upward, thumb tracing lazy patterns on my inner thigh. I sucked in a sharp breath, the steam scalding my lungs.
"Jude," I breathed, a plea and a warning in one. "Let them look," he whispered, his mouth brushing my jaw, his stubble rasping against sensitive skin. "Let them see what they can't have." My heart hammered against my ribs, wild and reckless. His hand inched higher, fingers curling beneath the hem of my bikini bottoms, and I knew…knew that if I didn't stop him now, I wouldn't be able to. Not here. Not with six sets of eyes that could open at any moment. But God, I wanted to let him keep going.
He grabbed a warm towel from the stack shaking it out with casual ease before draping it across my lap with deliberate precision. The terrycloth provided flimsy cover, a thin barrier between his wandering hands and the aching heat of my cunt that was already soaked and swollen beneath my bikini. Jude leaned in close, his mouth brushing the shell of my ear, his breath hot and damp. "Don't you fucking make a sound," he whispered, voice rough with command and then his fingers moved sliding beneath the towel, beneath the soaked fabric of my bottoms, finding my slick folds with unerring accuracy.
I jolted, my hand shooting out to grip his knee, nails biting hard enough to leave crescent moons in his skin. His middle finger dragged through my arousal, spreading it upward to circle my clit with slow, torturous precision. I bit my lip until I tasted copper, my eyes locked on Trent's face just feet away, watching his mouth move as he rambled about Barcelona, waiting for the moment his gaze would drop and catch Jude's hand working beneath the towel, fingers buried in my dripping pussy.
"So fucking wet for me," Jude whispered silently, his eyes burning into mine, dark and predatory. He pressed deeper, two fingers sliding into my tight heat, curling upward to stroke that perfect spot that made my vision blur. I was trembling uncontrollably now, sweat pouring down my spine, my chest heaving with shallow, silent gasps as he finger-fucked me right there, thumb grinding against my clit in tight, merciless circles.
The wet sounds of my arousal seemed deafening to my ears, though the others' laughter and conversation drowned it out. Jude's palm pressed firm against my mound, his fingers pumping steadily, relentlessly, stretching me open while his teammates sat inches away, oblivious, completely unaware that I was being split apart on his hand, that I was clenching around his digits, desperate and dripping and so fucking close to shattering.
I bit down until my jaw ached, my cunt clamping down on Jude's fingers as Trent's gaze locked onto us. The steam felt thick enough to choke on, but nothing compared to the panic and arousal twisting in my gut Trent knew. He fucking knew. Jude didn't even flinch. If anything, he fucked his fingers deeper, that thick middle digit dragging against my G-spot with deliberate cruelty, making my hips jerk despite my desperate attempt to stay still. The wet, filthy sound of my arousal seemed impossibly loud, my pussy soaked and sloppy around his knuckles, juices smearing across my thighs and the bench beneath me. Trent's eyes dragged from my face flushed, glassy, lips parted on silent gasps down to the towel barely concealing Jude's pumping hand. His smirk widened when he met Jude's stare, something knowing and hungry passing between them. Jude's thumb pressed hard against my clit, circling once, twice, a silent claim that made my vision spark.
"Drinks," Trent called out suddenly, his voice rougher than before. He jerked his head toward the door. "Everyone out. Now." The others grumbled but moved towels dropping, bare feet slapping wood, the door swinging open and letting in a brief rush of cooler air before clicking shut.The sauna felt smaller instantly, the space contracting around just the two of us, the scent of cedar and sex thick and heady. I was trembling my pussy still fluttering around Jude's fingers, my orgasm denied and building to something violent. "Jude—"
Jude moved like a predator unleashed, ripping the towel away with one brutal jerk that left me bare and exposed on the cedar bench. My bikini bottoms were still shoved aside my swollen cunt glistening and slick, thighs trembling from the denial of my orgasm. Before I could draw breath, his hands were on my hips, flipping me onto my back with rough efficiency my spine hitting the warm wood as he dragged me toward the edge of the bench. "Look at this pretty fucking pussy," he growled, shoving my knees apart and staring down at where I was spread open for him, pink and dripping and desperate. The sauna heat felt nothing compared to the furnace of his gaze his cock already straining against his trunks, a thick outline that made my mouth water. "Soaked. Fucking drenched for me."
He dropped to his knees between my thighs the wood rough against his knees, and buried his face in my cunt without warning. His tongue dragged through my folds, broad and flat and filthy, gathering my arousal before stabbing into my entrance, fucking me with his mouth while his nose ground against my clit. I arched off the bench, a ragged cry tearing from my throat now that we were alone, my fingers tangling in his damp hair and pulling hard. "Jude…fuck—" I gasped, my hips bucking against his face grinding my cunt against his tongue as he ate me with starving intensity.He groaned into my flesh, the vibration making me clench, his hands gripping my thighs hard enough to bruise, spreading me wider, exposing every inch of my dripping sex to his devouring mouth.
I arched violently off the cedar bench, my spine bowing as Jude feasted on my cunt with ravenous hunger. The wet, filthy sounds of his mouth working my flesh echoed off the sauna walls obscene slurping as he sucked my swollen clit between his lips, sharp pulls that made my toes curl and my thighs tremble around his head. His tongue stabbed deep into my entrance fucking in and out with relentless strokes, curling to drag against my walls while his nose ground against my sensitive bud. "Fuck, Jude—" I choked out, my fingers white-knuckled in his hair, pulling him harder against my dripping sex. He groaned into my folds, the vibration sending shocks through my core, and then he was eating me in earnest long, broad licks from my asshole to my clit, gathering every drop of my arousal before plunging back inside to tongue-fuck my tight hole.
My hips bucked against his face, grinding my cunt against his mouth as he devoured me. He sucked my labia between his lips, nibbling gently before releasing them with a wet pop, only to spear his tongue back into my dripping entrance. The sounds were vulgar, unmistakable my pussy squelching around his thrusting tongue, his ragged breathing hot against my swollen flesh, the slap of his hand as he reached up to palm my breast through my bikini top. "So fucking sweet," he growled against my clit, the words vibrating through my entire core. He sealed his mouth over my mound and sucked hard, his tongue flicking rapid, merciless patterns against my sensitive bud while two fingers shoved back into my soaked channel, curling upward to stroke my G-spot with brutal precision.
I was unraveling, my orgasm building like a tidal wave, my cunt clenching around his pumping fingers, my clit throbbing against his flickering tongue. "I'm gonna…fuck..Jude— "Come," he commanded, his voice muffled against my flesh, his fingers slamming deeper, his tongue circling faster. "Soak my fucking face, baby. Give it to me." I shattered, my release ripping through me with violent force my back arching off the bench, my scream echoing off the cedar walls as I gushed against his mouth, my cunt pulsing and clenching around his thrusting fingers while he lapped up every drop of my orgasm with greedy, desperate strokes.
My limbs are trembling, my cunt still throbbing from the violent orgasm he'd wrenched from me. The cedar bench beneath me was soaked glistening pools of my arousal smeared across the wood evidence of how thoroughly he'd wrecked me. Jude rose slowly his mouth and chin shining with my essence, his chest heaving. He looked feral dangerous his trunks tented obscenely with the thick ridge of his cock straining against the fabric. He settled back onto the bench, spreading his thighs wide, and fixed me with a dark, commanding stare. "Get on your knees," he ordered, his voice low and rough vibrating with barely restrained need. "You know exactly what I want."
He was right I knew. My mouth watered at the thought, my spent body already sparking back to life with fresh hunger. But I held his gaze for a few defiant moments my chest still heaving, my bikini bottoms still twisted and soaked against my hip. Let him wait. Let him ache.Then I moved, sliding off the bench onto the hot wooden floor. The cedar burned against my knees, almost too hot to bear, but I barely registered it my focus was entirely on the thick bulge waiting for me between his spread thighs. I crawled forward, settling into the space he'd made for me my hands coming to rest on his muscular thighs, my face level with the straining fabric of his trunks. His cock was massive the outline clear and obscene thick, veined, the head already leaking enough pre-cum to darken the material. I could smell him, musky and male and desperate, and my mouth watered my lips parting instinctively as I reached up to free him.
I worked the knot of his trunks with deliberate slowness, my gaze locked on his darkening eyes, watching the muscle in his jaw tick with impatience. When the fabric loosened, I hooked my fingers in the waistband and dragged them down his thighs, over the thick swell of muscle, past his knees, discarding them somewhere in the steam. His cock sprang free with heavy weight, slapping against his ridged stomach with an audible smack thick, veined, and angry-looking, the crown swollen and slick. A fat bead of pre-cum pearled at the slit, glistening in the sauna light before sliding in a slow trail down the length of him coating the prominent vein on the underside. I leaned in, my tongue darting out to catch that drop at the tip savouring the salty bitterness of him. Jude's hips jerked a ragged hiss escaping between his teeth his fingers white-knuckling the edge of the bench. Keeping my eyes locked on his, I flattened my tongue and dragged it slowly down the entire length of his shaft, tracing that thick vein, feeling him pulse and twitch against my mouth until I reached the heavy weight of his balls.
I was dripping again, my cunt clenching on nothing, arousal smearing my inner thighs as I opened my mouth and sucked one of his balls between my lips, rolling it with my tongue, tugging gently. Jude's head fell back a guttural moan tearing from his throat, his thighs tensing beneath my palms as I lavished attention on him, worshipping his heavy sac with lips and tongue and teeth all while staring up at him through my lashes. "Stop fucking teasing, baby," Jude gritted out, his voice wrecked, his chest heaving with ragged breaths. "Take the whole goddamn thing down that pretty throat.” His command sent a fresh spike of heat through my core my cunt clenching helplessly at the rough edge in his tone. I had no self-control left, no pride, no restraint not when his thick cock was right there, weeping and desperate for my mouth. I was his in this moment, completely owned, my only purpose to take him deep and make him unravel.
I opened my jaw wide, stretching around his girth, and sank down onto his shaft in one slow, deliberate movement. The stretch was obscene, my lips burning as they wrapped around his thickness, my tongue flattening against the underside of his cock as I took him inch by inch until the flared head nudged the back of my throat. Jude's hips bucked a raw, guttural moan tearing from his chest his head falling back against the cedar wall as his fingers found my hair tangling tight and guiding my movements. I started bobbing, slow and filthy, dragging my lips up his length until just the crown remained between them then sinking back down taking him deeper each time. My eyes stayed locked on his, watering slightly from the stretch, watching his face contort with pleasure jaw slack eyes blown wide and black with lust, his grip in my hair tightening with every wet, sucking stroke. The sounds filled the sauna obscene, wet slurping as I hollowed my cheeks and sucked him harder my saliva coating his shaft and dripping down to his balls.
I sank down until my nose pressed against the coarse hair at his base, my lips stretched obscenely around the root of his cock, the flared head lodged deep in my constricting throat. The gagging hit immediately violent spasms that squeezed around his shaft, my eyes watering, spit flooding my mouth and spilling down my chin in thick trails. I was about to pull back, desperate for air, when his hand clamped down on my skull. Jude's fingers tangled brutal and tight in my hair, pinning me in place, holding me impaled on his length. He didn't thrust just held me there, trembling, his thighs rock-hard beneath me, his cock pulsing against my convulsing throat. I could feel every throb, every vein, the heat of him burning into me as he groaned long and low, savoring the wet, suffocating grip of my throat around his shaft. Then he moved.
His hips snapped upward, driving deeper, and I choked around him, the sound wet and desperate. "Fuck, fuck, fuck" he snarled, his voice unrecognizable, feral with need. He pulled back only to slam forward again, setting a brutal rhythm, fucking my throat with abandon, using my mouth like a hole for his pleasure. I gagged and moaned around him, the vibrations making him curse louder, his grip in my hair painful, controlling, jerking my head down to meet every thrust. His hips became a blur, plunging faster, harder, the slap of his balls against my chin sharp and filthy His moans tore through the sauna raw, ragged, animalistic his cock swelling and twitching against my tongue, the vein on the underside throbbing with his racing pulse. He was right there, teetering on the edge, and I knew these sounds knew the way his thighs tensed and his breath stuttered and his grip turned punishing. "Swallow it," he managed to gasp out, his hips stuttering, losing rhythm. "Fucking swallow every drop—" His cock jerked violently, and then he was flooding my mouth, thick ropes of cum hitting the back of my throat pulse after pulse his whole body shuddering and convulsing as he emptied himself into my waiting mouth with a shattered guttural cry.
I drank him down, the warm liquid coating my tongue, thick and salty and unmistakably him. My throat worked convulsively around his still-pulsing cock, swallowing every spurt as he emptied himself with a shattered groan. His fingers loosened in my hair, caressing rather than gripping, as I milked him with my lips, sucking gently until his hips stopped their frantic jerking. When I finally pulled back, a thin string of cum connected my swollen lips to his sensitive tip before breaking. I looked up at him through my lashes, his face slack with pleasure his chest heaving, and deliberately swallowed again, making sure he saw every drop disappear. His eyes darkened, a fresh wave of hunger replacing the sated bliss, and I knew this was far from over.
"Turn around," he commanded his voice a low growl that vibrated through the humid air thick with renewed hunger. I moved in the same heartbeat, scrambling on my hands and knees across the hot cedar planks. The position was deliberately submissive my back arched, my ass high in the air, presenting myself to him like an offering. I looked back over my shoulder my hair clinging to my damp neck, watching as he fisted his own slick, semi-hard cock. He stroked the length with a possessive grip his thumb smearing the mixture of his cum and my saliva over the swollen head, coaxing it back to its full, intimidating size. His eyes were locked on my exposed ass, on the soaked fabric of my bikini bottoms twisted to the side, on the dripping, swollen cunt he'd just wrecked with his mouth and fingers. He looked like a god carved from muscle and raw power in the hazy steam, and the way he stared at me like I was a feast laid out just for him made a fresh wave of arousal trickle down my inner thighs. I was completely exposed, completely at his mercy, and the dark, predatory look in his eyes told me he was about to devour me all over again.
He moved onto his knees behind me, the shift of his weight on the cedar planks sending a jolt of anticipation through me. His abs glistened with a fresh sheen of sweat, each ridge defined in the steamy air. His hand came to my ass, the heat of his palm a brand against my skin. He didn't just touch; he took, his fingers digging into the fleshy curve before spreading my cheeks open with deliberate authority. The cool air hit my exposed, slick flesh, and I knew he was looking right at my wet, swollen cunt, still pulsing from the orgasm he'd given me. A low groan rumbled in his chest. Then, with excruciating slowness, he hooked his fingers into the soaked string of my bikini bottoms and began to drag them down. The fabric, heavy with my arousal, peeled away from my skin inch by agonizing inch, the wet sound obscene in the quiet sauna. He didn't stop until they were a useless, damp ring around my knees, leaving me completely bare and open to his ravenous gaze.
He fisted his cock, stroking the thick, spit-slicked length with a lazy, possessive rhythm that made my cunt clench with need. "You want me to fuck you, baby?" The words were a low, dark purr, a question he already knew the answer to. I nodded, a frantic jerky motion pushing my hips back toward him in a silent, begging offer. "Use your fucking words," he growled, his hand stilling on his shaft.The command snapped through me. "Yes," I gasped, the word tearing from my throat. A wicked grin split his lips. "Yes what?" he pressed, his voice dropping to a rough whisper. "Fuck me, Jude." The words were ragged desperate. He slowly licked his lips his eyes burning into mine. "Please," he murmured, making it a lesson. "Please," I echoed, the final shred of my dignity dissolving into the humid air. "Please, fuck me."
That was all the permission he needed. With a guttural groan, he released his cock and gripped my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh with bruising force. He lined himself up, the thick, flared head of his cock nudging against my slick, swollen entrance. He didn't push in right away. He teased, dragging his length through my dripping folds, coating himself in my arousal, the head of his cock bumping against my throbbing clit with every pass I whimpered pushing back, trying to impale myself on him, but his hold on my hips was like iron. "Patience, baby," he chuckled, a dark, mocking sound. "I'm gonna enjoy this." Then without warning, he slammed into me.
The sudden, brutal stretch stole my breath, a sharp cry tearing from my throat as he buried himself to the hilt in one powerful thrust. My cunt convulsed around his thickness, my inner walls clamping down as he filled me completely, the head of his cock kissing my cervix. He gave me no time to adjust, pulling back almost all the way before driving forward again, setting a punishing rhythm. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed obscenely in the sauna, mingling with my ragged moans and his harsh grunts. He was fucking me like he owned me, like this was his right, and in that moment, with his thick cock splitting me open and his hands branding my hips, I knew he did.
He leaned over me, his slick chest pressing against my back, the heat of him searing my skin. His mouth found my ear, his breath hot and ragged. "You feel that?" he snarled, his hips pistoning, driving his cock impossibly deeper. "This is my fucking pussy." I could only moan in response, my fingers scrabbling for purchase on the smooth, wet cedar, my body completely at his mercy. His hand snaked around my hip, his fingers finding my clit with unerring accuracy. He rubbed it in tight, merciless circles, matching the brutal rhythm of his thrusts. The dual sensation was overwhelming, pleasure so sharp it was almost pain, coiling tight in my core. "You gonna come for me again?" he demanded, his voice rough with exertion. "Gonna soak my cock this time?" My vision blurring, my cunt clenching around his thick shaft. He bit down on my shoulder, a sharp, possessive sting that sent me flying.
"Fuck, baby," he moaned, the sound raw and guttural against my ear. His free hand snaked around to my stomach, pressing me up against his chest as he continued to fuck me, plunging his thick cock impossibly deep inside me. I moaned, my head falling back against his shoulder as his other hand went to my breast, roughly shoving the damp fabric of my bikini top aside to get to my skin. His fingers pinched my nipple, twisting it just hard enough to send a jolt of pleasure-pain straight to my clit, which he was still rubbing with relentless, expert precision. The dual assault was overwhelming his thick cock stretching me, his fingers torturing my clit, his hand kneading my breast. I was completely surrounded by him, consumed by him, my body a vessel for his pleasure as he drove me toward a shattering release.
"Jude," I gasped, his name a ragged prayer torn from my throat as my fingers tangled in the damp hair at his nape. My head lolled back against his shoulder my spine bowing as he drove into me with relentless force. "Jude, I'm gonna—" "I know," he snarled against my ear, his voice raw and wrecked. "I know, baby, I know." His hips pistoned faster, the wet slap of his balls against my ass echoing obscenely as he fucked me through the first clenching waves of my orgasm.
My cunt convulsed around his thick shaft milking him as he continued to pound into me, his fingers rubbing my clit in tight, merciless circles that prolonged the pleasure until it bordered on pain. “Jude!" I cried out, my body trembling violently as the intensity crested, wave after wave of ecstasy crashing through me. His thrusts grew erratic, harder, deeper the sound of our bodies meeting filling the sauna skin smacking against skin, my desperate moans, his guttural grunts as he chased his own release.
He didn't let up, driving into me with bruising force, his thick cock splitting me open as his fingers continued their merciless assault on my now oversensitive clit. The pleasure was so intense it bordered on agony my body writhing against his as he fucked me harder, faster, chasing his own release while drawing out every last shudder of mine. "You're mine, aren't you, baby?" he snarled against my ear his voice rough with possessive need, each thrust punctuating his claim. I could only nod, my head lolling against his shoulder as I gasped out the words. "Yeah, I'm yours."
"Wanna come for the third time, hm?" he growled, his voice a low rumble against my lips before he leaned in to claim my mouth. The kiss was immediate and hungry, our tongues tangling in a wet, messy dance as I hummed my approval into his mouth. Then he broke the kiss, forcing me back onto my hands and knees with a firm hand on my shoulder. The new angle was devastating he drove into me harder than before, his thick cock sinking deeper than it ever had, hitting a spot that made my whole body tremble. His hand slid from my hip to my ass, spreading me wide, and then his thumb was there, circling the tight pucker of my asshole. I moaned, clenching around his cock as he slowly pressed his thumb inside, the dual sensation sending a jolt of electricity through my entire body.
"Fuck, look at you," Jude snarled, his voice thick with awe and lust as he watched his thumb disappear into my ass. "Taking both of us so fucking good." He began to move in tandem, his thumb fucking my tight hole in counterpoint to the brutal rhythm of his cock. Each thrust of his hips drove his shaft deeper, while his thumb pressed and twisted, stretching me, filling me completely. The dual stimulation was overwhelming, a white-hot pleasure that burned through every nerve ending. I was drooling onto the cedar planks beneath me, my body limp and pliant as he used me, his grip on my hip the only thing holding me up.
"You like that, baby?" he grunted, his voice ragged. "Like having both your holes stuffed full of me?" I could only moan in response, my cunt clenching around his thick shaft as his thumb pressed deeper, rubbing against the thin wall separating them. "Answer me," he demanded, his free hand coming down in a sharp slap against my ass cheek.
"Yes!" I cried out, the word barely intelligible. "God, yes, I love it!" "Good," he growled, his rhythm turning frantic. "Because I'm gonna fill this pretty ass with my cum one day soon." The filthy promise sent me flying, my third orgasm ripping through me with violent force. My body convulsed, my cunt clamping down on his cock like a vise as my asshole clenched around his thumb. "That's it, baby," he praised, his voice strained as he fucked me through my release. "Milk my fucking cock."
With a guttural roar, he buried himself to the hilt, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself deep inside me. The warmth of his cum filled me, triggering smaller aftershocks that made me tremble and moan. We collapsed onto the warm floor in a tangle of sweaty limbs, his weight a welcome anchor as we both struggled to catch our breath. The sauna was silent now, save for our ragged gasps and the steady drip of sweat onto the hot cedar wood.
We stayed tangled in that sauna, a mess of sweat and sex, gasping until our lungs burned and the heat became suffocating. Eventually, with a groan, Jude shifted, his softening cock slipping from me leaving me feeling suddenly empty and achingly tender. He helped me up, his hands surprisingly gentle as he steadied my trembling legs. We dressed in near silence, the rustle of fabric loud in the small space, his fingers lingering on my hip as he tied the strings of my bikini bottoms.
When he pushed open the heavy cedar door, the cool night air hit my skin like a physical blow, making me gasp. It was a shock after the suffocating heat of the sauna, but it was the darkness that truly disoriented me. The brilliant Mediterranean sun I'd been basking in just hours ago was gone, replaced by a deep, star-dusted twilight and the soft glow of deck lights outlining the yacht's silhouette. The moon hung low over the water, a silver crescent that cast a shimmering path across the gentle waves.
"What the fuck?" I breathed, my voice hoarse as I looked around, utterly confused. The deck was deserted, the jacuzzi empty and still. "Jude, why is it dark? How long were we in there?" I turned to him, searching his face for an answer, but found only a wide, unapologetic grin spreading across his lips. He looked smug, radiating a predatory pride that made my stomach flip. He'd done this on purpose.
Can you tell I’m ovulating?
