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The Bohemian Rhapsody


Do I trust him? What was that supposed to mean?

I was still lost in my own thoughts, when suddenly without warning, his hand reached for my face and he pulled me in.

His lips found mine and he kissed me with such tenderness. He had never done that before and for a split second, I even forgot how to breathe. He then pushed me back against the wall and his strong body was pressed up against me. This ignited a spark in my brain and I immediately threw my hand over his neck and I kissed him back with everything I got.

He groaned lowly as I parted his lips with the tip of my tongue. My tongue delved into his mouth and we tasted like blood and cigarette, which was a horrible combination, but I didn’t care. I wouldn’t wanna stop.

I just wanted him to know that someone cares for him. That someone loves him.

I was taking charge with the kiss and he was letting me. My fingers trailed its way down from the back of his neck, to his shoulders, and now to his chest. My hand was just resting lightly on his chest when his hand found mine and he laced his fingers through. I gripped his hand back in response and he groaned and flinched as if he was in pain.

“Sorry, did I hurt you?” I pulled away quickly. “Are you okay?” I asked as I searched his face.

Shaking his head in denial, he pulled me right back in and his lips coaxed mine again. Hot and heavy this time.

“But—” I was about to say something but he silenced me again.

“It’s okay, it’s worth the pain,”

He was taking charge this time. Not breaking off the kiss, he dragged us both towards his room. Once we were in there, he pushed me down on the bed and positioned himself on top of me. I wanted to say something, but Judah’s kiss and touch got me intoxicated. My skin felt as if it was on fire and my body ignited under his every move.

His hands moved from my neck to roam my body, before settling on both sides of my hips. My fingers trailed from his chest down to the hem of his shirt.

I didn’t like this fabric separating my fingers from his skin.

And with that in mind, I lifted his shirt up and pulled away from the kiss. He knew what I was trying to do and pulled the material up and over his head, before throwing it to the floor.

My eyes raked his naked body and he just watched me, watching him. His skin shivered under my touch and my fingers felt his warmth as it travelled from his chest to his rock-hard abs. My right hand trailed the tattoos on his lower abdomen and he let out a growl when I reached the hem of his pants.

I gulped.

“Have you ever...?” he asked as if he could read what I was thinking.

I shook my head in response.

“Do you want me to?”

“I... Y-no... I don’t know,” I was a mumbling mess.

He chuckled at my response and he leaned back down. His lips landed on my neck and I tilted my face to the side, giving him more access. He licked and sucked on the skin, causing me to squirm and to hold my breath in response.

“Judah, wait...” I was about to speak, but I lost the rest of that sentence as his lips found the soft skin between my neck and collarbone.

Shit on a stick. That felt so fucking good!

But no! Stop this right now, this is going too far! But no, don’t stop! Gah!

“Do you trust me?” he asked suddenly, lifting his head up so he could see my eyes. If I didn’t know what he meant by that before, I think I knew what he meant now.

I swallowed hard and nodded my head.

I think he could see the fear in my eyes as he gave me a small smile and said, “don’t worry, you might just like it,”

Ignoring me rolling my eyes, he bent down as his hands slowly lifted my dress up. He didn’t lift it up entirely, the hem of my dress rested just below my bra, exposing my stomach to the cold air.

The moment his lips landed on the skin of my stomach, something started stirring deep inside of me. My breath was literally stuck in my throat as his tongue started circling around my navel. My legs started squirming in response, but his hands held them in place, not allowing me to move a single inch. I clenched the sheets in response as the anticipation was killing me.

Shit, which underwear was I wearing again today?

But all these unnecessary thoughts were suddenly gone when I felt Judah’s head delved down and he started kissing and sucking over my panties. I gasped instantly and I could feel him smirking at my response.

“H—” I couldn’t even get another word out as suddenly I felt his cold finger reaching in through my panties. His finger rubbed against me gently and I threw my head back in response. I was panting, nervous, excited, and scared. I was feeling everything all at once and the feeling was so surreal.

“I’d ask how you’re doing, but seeing how wet you are for me, I’d say you’re doing pretty damn good,” he commented and all the blood rushed to my cheeks.

“Ju—” Not allowing me a chance to speak, his hands gripped the side of my panties and pulled it down swiftly, leaving my lower area completely exposed to him.

“Just as I thought, the carpets don’t match the drapes,” he chuckled and my legs jerked up, wanting to kick him where the sun don’t shine.

“Whoa, relax,” he quickly held my legs back down.

“Are you cr—” I wanted to scream at him, but he suddenly leaned down and started kissing my inner thigh, “aah” and I moaned involuntarily.

“Is this ok?” he murmured against my skin.

I don’t know, is it? What the hell are we doing and what does this mean? I had so many questions in my mind, but Taya 2.0 stomped right in and said: fuck that.

Judah lifted his head up, waiting for my response. After a few seconds of empty silence, I finally nodded my head as an answer.

Smiling, he leaned back down and his lips found my opening. He licked and sucked on my core and I found myself trashing around and writhing under him.

His hands held me in place and he said, “Stay still, baby,”

But how could I possibly do that when his tongue was doing things to me? I had never felt anything like this before—and I never wanted this to stop.

I was making weird noises and breathing really hard, all the while his tongue never stopped its assault on me.

“Judah...” I found myself saying his name, pleading for something I didn’t know what.

“Yes baby?”

“I need... you not to call me that,” I panted and he chuckled.

“What do you need, Taya?”

It was the first time he ever called me by my name and I didn’t know how to answer to that. My name sounded so sweet on his lips.

Since I couldn’t answer him in words, I simply arched my hips up, giving him more access and all the while begging for more of him on me. He found it amusing and smiled at my actions.

He planted soft sweet kisses on my opening and suddenly I felt the tip of his finger rubbing against me. His thumb stroked my clit and his index finger pushed itself in, slowly and only a little bit.

I felt a little pain, but it also felt so damn good.

As his fingers worked its magic on me, he pulled his body back up and his lips found mine again. I could taste my own juices on his lips, which I thought would be weird at first, but actually it was hot as hell.

“See how good you taste?” he murmured to my lips.

“Hmmah,” was what I could say in response.

His one hand was holding onto my waist, keeping me in place, as his other hand stayed on my lower area. When his long finger slipped deeper into me, my body immediately tensed.

“Does it hurt?” he said softly, his eyes searching mine.

I shook my head and said, “It’s okay, it’s worth the pain,” mimicking his exact words from before.

He smiled real wide before leaning back down and planted small kisses all around my forehead and nose. His finger started moving more ferociously in me and I was reduced to a moaning mess. He caught my heavy breaths in his mouth and his tongue started tangling with mine.

Our bodies were moving together in sync. We caught each other’s moans in our throats. This was the greatest pleasure my body had ever experienced and this was getting too much for me to handle...

And suddenly it hit me like a bullet to the head. It was like my mind had exploded!

It was as if I could see a thousand stars in the galaxy with my eyes closed.

“Open your eyes,” he called out and I peeled my eyes open.

I made out his figure—his piercing eyes watching me, his sharp jawline, and his sexy smirk with them dimples popping out. He was just so insanely gorgeous.

“How do you feel?”

“I’ll let you know when I’ve found the right words for it,”

My breathing was slowing down and he pulled his finger out of me. I immediately missed the contact as soon as he did. He then brought his finger up to his lips and started sucking on it, causing me to blush like an idiot, and him laughing at me.

My eyes then darted to his jeans, where there was a clear bulge on the front part of it. His eyes followed mine and he gave me a sheepish grin.

“Don’t worry about it. You’re not ready for that yet,” he said as if he could read my mind.

My face was a mixture of embarrassment and awkwardness all rolled into one. I shoved him playfully and let out a small relieved sigh under my breath.

“Wait, Judah, why? I mean, what was that for?” I said to him when he rolled over to his side.

“Nothing. I just... wanted you to know how that feels like, and to remember it,” he shrugged simply and grabbed his shirt on the floor.


“Ah, I feel amazing!” Ignoring my protests, he stretched his body up as he slipped on his shirt.

I swear, his mood changed every five seconds and I could hardly keep up.

“Come on Taya, I’ll walk you home,” he said again, giving his hand out to me.

Meanwhile, the sound of my name on his lips kept on ringing through my ears.

“You’re being so weird, Judah Hudson,” I commented.

I had so much anxiety on our walk home since I wanted to ask Judah a million questions about what just happened, but Judah was just calm and super nonchalant about everything.

“But you like it, don’t you, Taya Williams?” he grinned, being all coy and cute.

What was with his crazy mood swings? Was this a drug withdrawal side effect? I should google this when I get home.

I wanted to play it cool too and I didn’t want to be that girl, so instead I just talked to him about the play.

“So, are you excited for the play this weekend?”

“Sure, we’re gonna put on a kickass show for everyone, right?” he smirked.

“Right,” I smiled back. Judah was becoming more like himself again and I was relieved.

Judah started chatting about our show and I nodded along, pretending to be listening. When in actuality, my mind was somewhere else entirely.

I couldn’t shake these questions from my head: What would happen to us after the show? What are we? Are we friends? Are we still just playing around? I know I have feelings for him, but does he feel the same way? And what he did just now, did that mean anything?

Before I knew it, we had reached my house and we stopped a few feet away from the door.

“So...” I started off nervously. “Thanks for walking me home,”

“No problem,” he said and he caught me off-guard as he leaned down and planted a short kiss on my forehead.

How this one little action got my knees trembling, it was beyond me.

“Try not to think too much about me as you sleep,” he smirked and I rolled my eyes and shoved him playfully.

“Can’t say the same for me. I know I won’t be able to get the image of you out of my head after today,” he gave one last wink, followed by his signature dimples, before he turned around and walked away.

Boy, was I glad that he had turned around when he said that. Otherwise he’d seen my entire body boiling red like freaking cooked lobster.

Throughout the entire night, I spent all my time replaying all the events that had happened in the past 24 hours, digging for clues and evidence. From our time at the dance, to the waterfall, the back of Jesse’s truck, and just now at his house. So many things had happened, and there was no explanation as to why.

He still never said the words “I like you” out loud, so was it okay for me assume such things?

Judah was a mystery. A puzzle. I had all the pieces but I didn’t know how to figure him out. And all I could remember was the way he had asked me, “do you trust me?”

Try as I could, I just couldn’t decipher him. Perhaps in time everything would be clear to me. And as of right, even though things were confusing as hell, I decided that it was okay.

Because I need him more than I need the answer.

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