Strangelove
Chapter 11
As Tommy sought and found his oblivion in the crashing waves of LA, Jude restlessly awaited her own deliverance, watching the clock in Toronto.
When it finally struck midnight, her lips curved into a malicious, happy smile.
"Happy fucking birthday!" she toasted herself, mentally replaying the events of exactly one year ago.
"You want to feel it!" Tommy screamed at her. "What I can do to you! What you do to me! Ok! But just remember, you asked for it!
"Damn right!" she muttered to herself now.
Of course, Darius had planned another birthday party for her. It was to be the bash of the year, befitting an 18-year-old superstar. Elaborate and very expensive, emotionless and completely devoid of meaning, he expected her there.
This time, she had made other plans for herself.
More of Tommy's words played in her head.
"No more secrets, girl! No more games..."
"Darius can fuck off!" she thought, gleefully damning him in effigy.
"Everyone can! Sadie! My parents!"
Rising, she reached under her bed, dragging out the large, already-packed duffel bag. Jude carried it downstairs. There was no need for secrecy or stealth.
As always, no one else was there.
She tossed the bag into the backseat and installed herself in the front.
"Tell me you don't want it... Don't say we can't..."
"Don't say we can't!" she said again on this night.
"No one can! No one will! Not ever again..."
Heedless of the late hour, she blasted the radio and sped off.
Drugged by her newfound liberation, Jude drove tirelessly, stopping only briefly and very infrequently until she reached California. There, she carefully sought out the address her club friend and sometime lover, Jack had obtained for her.
It was again late at night when Jude managed to locate Tommy's beach house; the appropriateness of this pleased her. It just seemed right; their assignations always occurred under the cover of darkness.
However, fear seized her as she climbed his steps. She rang his bell, then pounded ruthlessly on his door.
"Fuck it!" she screamed out, frustrated.
Coming here, she hadn't known what to expect. Certainly, it had occurred to her that Tommy might not be home. But she struggled to calm herself, as her head filled with images of where- or with whom- he might be.
"Like you're one to talk!" she criticized herself, disgusted by her own hypocrisy.
She poised herself to wait, and walked around the outside of the house. The raging ocean seduced, luring her to the beach.
That was where she found him. He stood, immobile, lean physique silhouetted by just a sliver of emerging moonlight, lost still in the pounding surf.
Jude opened her mouth to call his name, but no sound emerged. Instead, she just came closer and closer.
Only when her body stood mere inches from his did Tommy turn and finally see her.
"Jude..." he whispered, dazed.
The power of his touch far belied the weakness of his voice. Forcefully, his hands seized her hips and tossed her roughly onto the wet sand. He jumped on top of her, the weight of his body all but immobilizing her own. His starved lips brutally crushed against hers.
Jude relished his roughness. Her own writhing body, deprived for so long, demanded it; his intense need equaled her own and would not be denied.
Unable to delay their physical reunion for another second, their bodies parted frantically, just enough for them to inch off their clothes. Naked, Jude's hands locked around Tommy's head, her tongue plundering his mouth. He returned her fiery kisses, as his unoccupied hands seized her breasts, fondling them, even as he lowered himself into her.
His initial penetration was deep and hard, all-consuming and perfect.
"Tommy!" she screamed.
"Jude!" he cried ecstatically.
He plunged into her eager body again and again. She met each demanding thrust, her muscles clenching and retracting around him, forcing him even deeper inside her and holding him there as tightly as possible. She grabbed at him, burying her head against his neck and biting his shoulder.
Quickly, they brought each other over the edge.
Jude lay panting between his legs. He remained nestled within her as aftershocks coursed through her. These had not finished when he hardened again and resumed his fierce, determined motions deep inside her.
They spent hours on that beach, pleasuring each other and enjoying a passion they thought they had lost forever. Just as the sun's rays began to peek through the black sky, Jude shuddered with one last orgasm and collapsed limply against Tommy's body.
Tenderly, he wrapped his arms around her and carried her into their house.